That boy is my wife!
Wake up

After Pak Soleh invited Jiya to sit down and eat together at our table. The atmosphere that was once ordinary was suddenly very awkward.

Already so, I felt a claustrophobic and negative aura on my left. It felt really stuck in the throat, making it difficult for me just to take a breath.

"Dek Jiya, if I only have private business? After all, this has been done, you know," said Mr. Soleh who made my head and Jiya look together.

Automatic, the small thing that was accidentally witnessed by Mr. Soleh was immediately raised a suspicion.

"Wait, why do I feel like you two have something in common, Dad?" he said with both eyes narrowed.

"I just realized, if your faces are almost similar. That's it, you guys look more suitable. One is beautiful, and the other is handsome. Really good looking couple. Your career has been good too. Perfect! Having a child is funny."

Somehow, hearing that made Jiya hurriedly move from her seat. Then say goodbye to going first.

I who saw the look of his face turned moody, then also moved from my chair. For some reason, seeing him so made me want to quickly embrace his fragile body.

Mr. Soleh, who saw my strange movements, initially protested. Moreover, she felt that I intended to leave her alone at dinner.

However, when I saw the look on my face that looked hardened. He chose to be quiet and not hold me back.

After we have nothing more to talk about. I rushed to follow Jiya. Walk slowly, a distance away from him.

From here I could see Jiya's back starting to go up and down again, just like that time. Even though I didn't hear any sound. But I'm pretty sure she's crying right now.

I see, Jiya starts to turn to the left. Passing the path that leads to the park area behind the hotel is quite quiet. Then, his steps stopped in front of a white-painted bench. He sat there, with his head turned to look up at the night sky, which looked cloudy that day.

Then, a split second after that. I saw him start crying. Rubbing the surface of his own face with the back of his hand repeatedly.

Should I come closer? There is a feeling of guilt and tightness when you see it so. But if I keep quiet. Wouldn't I repeat the same mistake?

I thought, for two years I'd been acting like a fool for ignoring him. Judging if Jiya's decision at that time was right, and can make her feel calmer.

In fact, my silence at that time even incised a very deep wound on him. Making his figure further away from me so it feels very difficult to get back.

Oh, Jiya! Do I deserve to be with you?

I thought I was really the dumbest guy in the world, because I just realized it now. Realizing that my selfishness at that time had made you so far away from me.

However, having realized now. I want you to go back to my side. Repeating each precious moment becomes a most beautiful moment just to be called a memory.

Without waiting for a long time, I approached her figure who was crying. Then pulled his body into my arms all of a sudden.

Jiya who was aware of my presence initially thrashed. Trying to break away with all his might as he could.

However, I did not want to let go of him. The more our embrace. Makes Jiya finally give up and cry as hard as she can with her hands banging on my chest.

"Jiya hates Om Ferdi, huhuhu ..."

"Why are so many people, should Om Ferdi whom Jiya meet?"

"Why?!" she screams blindly in front of my face.

I myself remained silent as he began to swear at me. Hit me mercilessly, to channel all the anger that Jiya has been quieting me all this time.

Until finally, he stopped himself from getting tired. Then drown his head deep in my warm constant.

"Jiya does hate, but Jiya also can not deny that Jiya still likes Om Ferdi. Isn't Jiya stupid, because he still loves people who have incised wounds that can not be removed at the same time? Jiya knows, she knows. If Om Ferdi just pity Jiya, and think Jiya is just a child that needs to be taken care of, so that it becomes better. Aye? Om Ferdi didn't feel anything like Jiya all this time, did he?" her tanyanya streaked with tears that were still breaking.

Perhaps, time had already turned her into a more resolute and courageous female figure. But, in my eyes Jiya remains the same. A little wife, who was so fragile. Until I have to guard it desperately for the future.

"You're wrong, I never thought so. Maybe, at first I was quite disturbed by your presence. But as time went on, I realized. If I didn't just need. But, I already consider you a home, a place for me to go home. Whether in sorrow or pleasure, or even when difficult or happy," I said gently while rubbing the top of Jiya's head dear.

I even forgot, when was the last time I did this to her. Too long separated, making me a cold and indifferent figure around. Until my own health.

My mental state plummeted, and again I had mild depression. And sleep disorders. Perhaps, for these two years I only slept ten to fifteen minutes a day. At the most, an hour less.

Aaron, who knows my condition, tried to help me by taking me to a psychologist. However, until a few days ago I had not recovered. Until then, when I accidentally smelled Jiya's body scent, I started to feel an overwhelming drowsiness. It seems, Jiya's presence is indeed that important to me.

Jiya who heard me bluntly as soon as back sobbed. Then cupped my face gently with both hands. Swiping the surface of this cheek dearly, then grabbing it to get closer to his face, made our gaze meet closer at that moment.

"Don't hurt, Jiya doesn't like it if Om Ferdi is okay," he said with eyes so softly looking at me.

I could even see the sincerity of his brown marbles. Which makes me greedy and wants to make him just depend on me, at the same time.

"Aren't you angry? I deserve to be hated, Ji. And you deserve it," I said, not accepting that he forgave my attitude so easily.

But instead of angry. I saw Jiya smiling. Showing a sweet, sweet smile I hadn't seen on his face in a long time.

"Udah Jiya said, as much as Jiya hated Om Ferdi. Jiya can't resist, if Jiya's love is greater."

God, am I not so lucky to find myself in my life?

Note :

I don't need anyone to like this story. You could say, if you like well Alhamdulillah if not, well that's okay. This is my first time doing the household genre. Braving from what was once an anti-romance fantasy moved into the rumtag riot genre like this, although this is still a light novel in my opinion. Because I personally haven't, and don't really like complicated rumtags. You see, I myself am still single so it is fitting for uwu-uwuan or conflict like mumet himself hehehe ...

Anyway, anyway, I write to have fun and fill free time. But if it's cuan, it's not really papa hehehe ...

Signed, beloved author Leoooo~