The Value of Loyalty
Waiting Turns Exhausting.

Rima's confidence grew stronger when she did not find Rindi helping her in the kitchen preparing breakfast like the previous days.

Confidence if something happened in that room. An extraordinary event that can unite two people in one love.

"Sorry brother, don't help prepare breakfast. Waking up late, last night doing errands until midnight." The reason Rindi who just showed up when the breakfast menu was ready.

Rima just smiled nodding. "It's not papa, we know. You must be tired, huh?" Just planning on fishing. If the bait is hooked yes we have the material of the ledge again.

But he knew, Rindi was a woman who was not very open.

Bi Titin who was helping in the kitchen was just smiling looking at him.

They finally met at the dinner table with a husband and wife who were first present there. Stare

they alternately. I don't know why today feels more beautiful but awkward as if bandaging.

With a face that was in between wanting to smile yet continuing to look down, as if avoiding every gaze.  But still steal each other's lyrics. That was how Linggar and Rindi felt.

Chewing food quickly because it immediately wants to pass from the place. Because of the eyes of both owners

the house is like a spotlight that is shining towards him when all the lights are out.

“Why Gar?” Finally his behavior was read.

Linggar raised his head, looking at the figure of the man who showed a smiling face restrained.

“No mas, only an appointment with the supervisor.” He didn't lie, but the promise was a few hours away not this morning. Just want to get out of here.

 “Oh, eat it slowly, later sprains!” Rhymes.

The boss was still with a stifled smile. Glancing alternately at the two newlyweds who separated the room.

Then he got a warning, but it looks like an angel is passing by and granted Rima's words until

made him really choke. Hands out with a glass filled with water greeted him well.

Feeling a light blow on his back made his condition quickly improve.

“Cie-cie is getting better!”

Linggar raised his head trying to figure out the real situation.

Getting Rindi's hand that had just been pulled away from her back. With a look with a smile

teasing from both partners across the table.

Duuuh, boss sir should not be tempted that way. Gini has made them misbehave.

He only grimaced while scratching his forehead just to hide the look of a shy face.

“It looks like there's something else?” Dihyan was still looking at her with a smile. But I don't know why that smile is not a sincere smile but rather mocking.

"What's up, brother?" The flag that pretends to be stupid.

And it's true that he was stupid. Just fishing.

"Why all night?" Well, it's got to be on its own.

"No, brother." No longer know what to answer.

He was afraid that one answer could make Rindi embarrassed and no longer want to accept his presence in his wife's room.

"Well, eat! Don't talk about anything else, pity!" The rebuke of the wife actually made the man one child laugh. Laughing and raising his head.

Linggar's current belief is that Rima had told her husband that they met when she had just come out of Rindi's room. With wet hair?

While Rindi still continued to focus with the fried rice before her.

Trying to show a mediocre attitude.

In my heart there is shame. What if last night was a beautiful night read by Rima and her husband.

Recalling his current state.

Her hair has dried due to the help of a hairdryer.

Although it did not help Rima prepare breakfast as usual, but the pregnant woman still understood it.

So nothing made him suspicious. Without him knowing if Rima got Linggar out of his room at dawn earlier.

In the brain Linggar must immediately leave the room.

“Rin, quick rin. I'm in a hurry!”

He was half whispering. They were all too close not to listen to her whisper.

“Kak, we go first.” Do not forget to grab the hands of the two homeowners before stepping out of the dining room

that's. Leaving Rindi who is still living the pleasure of fried rice covered in fried chicken.

He would wait for his wife in the car, the atmosphere of this room was too hot for her to linger.

I don't know how long he waited, until Rindi joined him in the car. Awkward who have not lost from them, make the journey feel longer than usual. Red light takes more time to turn green.

Last night's events still loom in each other's minds. Until they meet again in the car after

“You eat first.” Whether this is a fitting invitation or not. Still 15 less. The stomach still leaves some stuffing that this afternoon has been greedy. There are still a few hours to wait for dinner.

Just want to liven up the atmosphere by spending time alone by talking anything.

“Emmm, no need kak.” You may not understand the meaning of your husband.

“Ngafe aja. want?”

“Bby deh.” It's not good to refuse the husband's invitation, at least a little appreciative maybe.

Now they are in a cafe, sitting next to each other. That way Linggar back get

more opportunity to hold the wife's hand.

“What message do you want?” Staring at Rindi with clinging.

I think he needs more time with Rindi. The miss is not gone. Maybe there is never enough time with Rindi.

“Kakak, want to order what?” Intentionally observing the menu book only to take his eyes off Linggar.

“Mau cake?” Say again.

“Can make at home too.” It turned out that his proposal was rejected by Linggar.

“Find the others, which you can't make! Enjoy a meal you cannot make on your own.

Who knows tomorrow-tomorrow I want to eat it.”

Rindi raised her head, looking at Linggar who was looking at her fixedly. Look at every corner of his face. Those eyes are so sparkling.

“Can be here again!” Said Rindi a little sniffling, just want to eliminate the pounding on the chest.

“Pc, better times madein wife.” Accompanied by an increasingly fluttering smile, making Rindi unfold

in observing the menu book.

Almost three years together, it turns out that thrilling taste still often appears drowned. Too many occurrences between them that can make the awkward situation improve again, then back awkward again.

Little by little the awkwardness is getting eroded.

Now Linggar chose to move and switch to sitting right next to his wife.

Closer, more make himself freely touch and hold his wife's hand.

The night was late. In a room with dim lights, Linggar lay alone.

Tired of feeling flipping through the body looking for a comfortable position to sleep. But sleepiness has not approached, even impressed still far away. Tonight he did not visit Rindi's room.

There was a little shame to be found out from Rindi's room in the morning blind with her wet hair.

Ah, if there is no need to separate rooms between them. What kind of rule is that? Intentionally separating two people who are halal and love each other.

Rindi too, why must follow all her brother's orders. Though after the kabul Ijab, Rindi should be more

listening to Linggar from Reno.

Linggar is her husband. Obedience to the husband is the duty of the wife. And Rindi not only had to obey, but also

serving the husband, right?

Much different from Rindi who prefers to follow her brother's words than her husband.

“Pc, I pray for...?”.

Confused what to pray to his brother-in-law. The one who makes her marriage seem difficult. But that person was the older brother of the person he loved.

This situation is almost the same as the condition of the occupants of the next room. Lie down and roll around here and there, then go back to trying to sleep.

The door was locked, but it could still be opened from the outside.

Several times to take a breath and again exhale slowly, trying to expel all the flavors that exist. Between curiosity and waiting may melt into one.

A few times looking at the door if only the key started to turn to open the door.

Waiting for someone who always infiltrates his room while he is asleep, or emmm pretending to sleep. Hehehe.

It was already two hours past the usual Linggar to enter his room.

Is Linggar not coming tonight?

Then what about her?

Having been accustomed to sleeping with someone hugging makes it now unable to close the eyes when you have to sleep alone.

Want to call, the feeling is still too prestigious.

Heh, it is true the saying goes, waiting turns out to be exhausting.

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To Be Continued!

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