The Love I Don't Miss
Part 3 ( POV Calina Agasta 2 )

After the wedding reception ended and all the makeup was taken off and we got back to normal clothes, we went home to Mas Zio's parents.

It wasn't the first time I set foot in Mas Zio's parents' house. Because my Papa and my In-laws are close friends, so I have been invited Papa and Mama to the house several times.

It's just that I never met in person with Mas Zio, my husband.

I've heard, if actually my two in-laws have two children. Zio is the first child. Her second child is named Zhika Alexa. The girl who was 20 years old when I entered the house, I have not asked her whereabouts. He was not seen on our wedding day.

Maybe he went to college abroad? I don't know... My thoughts back then were just how I should behave at my in-laws' house. Even though I already know where Zhika is.

"Take your wife to your room, Zio!" my mother-in-law named Reni said.

"Yes, Ma!" answer Mas Zio is friendly. "Come on.." said Mas Zio gently to me.

At that time I felt Mas Zio had a good personality with his family. The look with me is also very nice and friendly.

"Come in, I've got a little business!" said Mas Zio flat even half-shrinkly to me, as we reached in front of one of the room doors on the 2nd floor.

"Yes, Mom!" answer me kindly. Without caring about the tone of speech I thought was due to exhaustion.

I see, Mas Zio turned around and left me alone at the door without another word. I looked at my straight back which kept me from blinking for a while.

Perfect body posture. Cooled every pair of eyes of the woman who saw it. Physically, I'm not wrong to fall in love at first sight.

' Why does such a perfect man not refuse to be in a match with me like this? In the city there are many beautiful girls! '

' He is very handsome, dignified and looks very fond of his family. '

' Dan... is it possible that a man is almost perfect like he does not have a lover? '

My mind keeps asking. If I could say, just looking at his back is like finding a bidadara falling from heaven.

For the first time I entered a man's room, which was more precisely my husband's room.

My heart was beating great, imagining what we were going to do the first night?

I wonder how Mas Zio would ask me for his rights. And how shameful I will be when I hand myself over to him.

My heart is pounding, my lips are unable to hold a smile. Just imagining it makes my face red.

But baby, what I had imagined since setting foot in that room turned out to be useless.

The afternoon had changed the night, Mas Zio had not yet returned. Until Mama Reni calls me for dinner.

"Where is Mas Zio?" ask me at that time.

"In the living room with Papa." replied Mama Reni.

"Oh.." I only ber O ria with a nod of understanding.

We met at the dinner table. We sat next to each other. I tried to get along with my husband. Not the wrong thing, is it?

"What would Mas Zio eat, Mas?" askaku spirit.

"Whatever.." replied Mas Zio flatly, without looking at me.

I was a little awkward to get such treatment. It's obvious that Mas Zio is pretty indifferent to me.

"Zio. If you talk to your wife, you should see her!" mama Reni.

"Yes.. Maa.." replied Mas Zio then turned to me. "What did you eat? bring me the same menu as you." replied Mas Zio with a speech that made me float around.

I brought the same menu as I was asked by my king. We eat with service. And I hope the next days will be better for us.

Dinner time is over, I'm back in the room. But Mas Zio went nowhere. He walked into the library after Mom and Dad left us at the dinner table.

The night was getting late, I was still faithfully waiting for my husband who never came. Where's she? My watch lyrics on my phone already show at 12 p.m. But Mas Zio had not yet entered his room, which is now our room.

My eyes started to get sleepy, I saw that the wall clock was showing at one o'clock in the night. I finally decided to go to sleep. Leaving behind the thump I felt when I first entered the room.

I was wasting my thoughts on the beauty of the first night. I replaced it with a dream, which, though unreal, at least once existed.

***

Sayu - sayu I heard the sound of the mosque that began to echo the Adhan. I squirm lazily, because it feels like I just fell asleep for a while.

I turned on the lights with the remote. To search and check the clock on my phone. But I was surprised by the figure who slept on the long sofa, as well as my bed.

"Mas Zio?" I almost without a sound.

I rushed downstairs to wake my husband up. But when I approached her, I was stunned. He was handsome even when he fell asleep. He still looks masculine despite his messy hair.

A flash in my mind flashed, is it possible that Mas Zio was reluctant to get close to me?

Why did he choose to sleep on the sofa instead of sleeping with me in his king-size bed?

' Oh my God, is Mas Zio forced to marry me? '

Instantly my guts to wake Mas Zio shrieked. I expressed my intention to disturb his sleep. I was too small to touch his skin.

I finally chose to go out of the room after cleaning myself, and the dawn prayer was just a glance. Yeah.this is how I am. Not a religious woman worthy of being called a sholeha. I even forgot, if we still have to pray, even though our lives are fine.

I went to the kitchen, as the first place I tried to be devoted to my husband. Yeah, cooking for my husband, which made me fall in love with him.

"Zio really likes various processed vegetables and meat, and he does not like processed chicken meat" said Mama Reni gave me an explanation.

"What should I cook this morning, Ma?"

"How about some meat soup?" ask Mama Reni. "Can you?"

"Can dong, Ma!" sumringah.

Meat soup? something easy for me to do. My mom always asked me to come in the kitchen. Help him to cook.

***

My meat soup is on the dinner table. I looked up at the stairs as the tip of my eye caught the movement from there. My husband came down in casual clothes, shorts and a long-sleeved red shirt.

"Mas, breakfast now?" ask me enthusiastically.

"Hm." she replied indifferently, without even looking at me.

My little heart was scratched seeing my husband's attitude like that. When there are parents, he will be sweet. And when there's no one, then he'll think of me as the wind and then the unnecessary.

My disappointment started this morning. I worked hard to cook the meat soup that Mama Reni said her favorite, it turns out she did not touch it at all when she knew I made it.

' How disgusted are you with me, Mom? '

Ask me in my heart.

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