Titian Love Nadia
Prince of Toads vs Princess of Chrysalises

Nadia opened her eyes, rolling her gaze around the room, a room that felt foreign to her. This is not his room in Indramayu. Not her room at Nastiti's. Nor is Rasya her husband's room, especially her room at Rumi's house. Beautifully decorated room. In every corner decorated with a bouquet of fresh flowers, not imitations like in the bridal room in the house of Indramayu mamak.

Where is her husband? Nadia glanced at the clock perched on the wall, it was almost five o'clock. He got up to go to the bathroom to get some ablution water before running out of time for Ashar prayers.

A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom. Take a mukena parachute in her sling bag and immediately perform the ashar prayer.

Finished he prayed, Rasya also has not revealed the trunk of his nose. Nadia came out of the room to pay attention to every corner of the room that she passed, really according to what she designed at that time.

Nadia went downstairs barefoot because she did not know where Rasya had put his shoes. He wants to see what his lake looks like now. Nadia came out the main door.

"Neng, where are you going?" Suddenly my aunt prevented it.

"Eh, Aunt Mang Dudung's wife huh? I'm going to the lake, Bi. But don't know where my shoes are." Nadia guessed before answering Aunt Titin's question.

"Attent, Neng. Aunty get flip-flops so as not to hurt by the pebbles of Eneng's feet," prevent Bi Titin who went directly into the villa. Then came out again with Nadia a pair of flip-flops. "This, Neng is worn," he said handed Nadia flip-flops.

Nadia accepted it and immediately put it on. "Auntie knows where my husband is?" ask her aunt.

"So it seems to see the backyard garden of the villa with Mamang, Neng," Bi Titin replied.

"What's in the back garden, Bi?" nadia asked curiously.

"Mang Dudung again took durian, Neng," replied Bi Titin.

"The "durian? In hill areas like this, durian can grow and bear fruit, Bi?" ask Nadia.

"Can, Neng. It was even a type of Bawor durian purchased directly from Banyumas," said Bibi Titin answered Nadia's question.

"Yes already, Bi. I want to go to the lake first yes, maybe later Mas Rasya looking," said Nadia.

"Yes, Neng please. Aunty also wants to continue cooking" said Bi Titin.

The road to the lake which was originally a path has now been converted into a stepped road. When she reached the lake, Nadia was surprised to see the lake at this time. The lake that used to be inundated with water and can be fished by fish, now the surface of the water has been covered by lotus flower plants.



Nadia was sitting on a foot barge on a bridge that was made to float above the lake. Enjoy the view of the lake with a lotus flower bed that is pink. Breathe pollution-free air freely and golden sunlight.

After the orange sun and an army of frogs started beating their drums, Nadia decided to return to the villa alone, before the azan maghrib came roaring. He returned to the wooden bridge to the edge of the lake, then climbed the path that has been made cast on the left and right sides and paving in the middle.

Nadia went inside the villa and went straight up to the second floor to go inside her room. Then walk to the balcony.

Orange Dusk is increasingly blushing at the horizon of twilight, the dim light looks shady replacing the golden lightning that began to dim. Sparrows chirp back to their nests, greeted by their young waiting for their mother to bring food. Angon artisans also herded their cattle into cages.

Nadia stood on the balcony floor of her dream villa with Rasya first facing the lake with lotus plants growing wild in front of her. In the distance, there is a stretch of hills with green tea gardens and spacious. Nadia inhaled deep still clear air that afternoon, a cool atmosphere that is different 180° with Jakarta. Also in his birthplace, although in the village but the air feels hot.

"Honey," a heavy voice called from inside the villa, footsteps approached and put a sweater on Nadia's shoulder. A pair of burly hands had suddenly coiled around his stomach. "It's almost maghrib, let's go in! it's not good we're outside" Rasya whispered right in Nadia's ear.

"I still want to see the sun sink, Mas. In a minute!" nadia pleaded.

"Yes, just a moment Mas wait here," said Rasya finally relented, but did not change the position of his hand. "Do you like it, honey?" tanyakanya.

Nadia nodded, "Like," she sincerely turned to her husband with a charming smile.

Three minutes later the orange sun began to hide behind the lazuardi. Promise to rise again tomorrow with a bright face, giving hope as every creature inhabitant of the earth.

"A yes, my dear? Already Maghrib," invited Rasya who had been faithfully waiting for his beloved heart to enjoy the sun until it sinks.

Nadia nodded, suddenly she felt her body drift. "Mas, I can walk by myself!" his yell.

"Shut up! Don't scream!" exclaim Rasya with a voice no less high.

He took Nadia into a room in the villa. Room that seems intentionally decorated for a pair of newlyweds. On a queen size mattress with pink sheets and red rose petals on it. The man laid Nadia down gently on the bed. Then he lay on his side. Kissing the girl's forehead and face with affection.

"Mas, we have not yet prayed Maghrib loh," Nadia tried to remind.

"In a moment, we will not do anuan now, then it will be finished praying Isya'," said Rasya who was never satisfied looking at his girl.

"But then the magic wand has Mas wake up," Nadia.

"If you wake up stay entered, done," said Rasya lightly.

"That's the same with Anuan, Mas," said Nadia. He closed his eyes as well when their lips re-locked. Suddenly Nadia pushed Rasya's body so that the link of their lips came off.

"What's wrong?" ask Rasya wonder.

"Do you like durian?" ask Rasya.

"Like if you eat alone, if others are eating, we just smell the design yes nausea," said Nadia.

"There's still a lot of coke below, but now it's maghrib. I haven't had a shower yet, have you taken a shower, have you?" rasya's speech ended the question.

"No, yet" replied Nadia shaking her head.

"We keep showering maghrib prayer, later we eat durian together, okay?" bring Rasya.

"alright. I take a shower first yes" said Nadia .

"Alright, Princess," said Rasya, poking Nadia's nose. He let go of his embrace.

"Thank you, Prince," said Nadia as she rose from the bed. "Kodok" he added ran quickly to the bathroom.

"Review you, Nanad! I'll finish tonight for calling your handsome husband Prince Frog" Rasya threatened.

Rasya was still counting in his heart while lying on a springbed mattress. He made sure that in a matter of fact his wife would scream for help.

While in the bathroom, Nadia had taken off all the clothes that wrapped her body. Nadia went into a pool that had been filled with foam water. And rubbed every part of his body that he could reach with the foam.

Nadia's eyes seemed to catch something in front of her in the corner there. Nadia turned to the corner of the bathtub in front of her. The figure he had called his name was present in front of him smilingly looking at him. Is this really real? Nadia is still in shock, but she needs help. I think he wanted to cry at that moment. If he ran out, the creature would enjoy his innocent body.

"If the creature is really the incarnation of the frog prince how? Surely he will enjoy my innocent body," muttered Nadia still by staring at the frog. Unfortunately, in the bathroom there is no towel hanging. He also forgot to bring a towel to the bathroom. The towel she was carrying was still in the suitcase with her husband's clothes.

"Mas!" call Nadia out loud. But Rasya in the room there pretended not to hear.

"Mas!" nadia raised the tone of her voice. Rasya did not reply.

"Mas Rasya, help me!" now Nadia called out her husband's name with a breaking cry.

While on his bed, Rasya covered his mouth holding a laugh. "Racaine!" lirih.

"Mas, help me. I'm afraid," Nadia moaned in her tears.

Rasya did not have the heart to let his wife cry any longer. He went into the unlocked bathroom.

"What's up, honey. Why yell?" cecar Rasya held back his laughter.

"That" replied Nadia pointing to the frog perched in the corner of the bathtub.

"Oh that, didn't you just call?" sergeant Rasya asked.

"Ih, throw!" Nadia Pinta.

"Makanya do not like to call Mas with the title of frog prince! So the frog actually came," muttered Rasya took the frog and returned it to the edge of the lake.

After the frog was taken away by Rasya, Nadia got up from the bathtub and rinsed her body under a shower.

Nadia stepped quietly out of the room, afraid that someone might catch her innocent body without a thread. He spread his gaze around the room looking for a suitcase containing his clothes and husband. However, he did not find it at all.

His attention shifted to the wardrobe in the room. It's possible that Rasya put his suitcase in the closet, he thought. He opened it, it turned out that in the closet there were no suitcases or clothes, there was only a pile of blankets and some bed linen.

Nadia passed a sheet of sheets made of soft cotton. He wrapped the bed sheet to wrap his body. He then sat on the edge of the bed and reached into the cell phone from inside his sling bag located on the nightstand. Nadia called Rasya.

"What's up, honey. Mas had to throw the frog to the edge of the lake," Rasya said on his phone.

"Mas, where's our suitcase? I want to change clothes, but I can't find our suitcases in the room" asked Nadia Manyun.

"Wow, where are ya? That's Mang Dudung who lifted from the car, honey. Wait a minute Mas find Mang Dudung first yes," answered Rasya to calm his wife. He also cut off calls unilaterally.

Rasya stepped into the kitchen to find Mang Dudung or Bi Titin his wife. However, neither of them saw the trunk of his nose. They must have returned to their homes.

Rasya went up to the second floor. He laughed when he found his wife with a body wrapped in sheets like a cocoon. "The hood is back home, dear. This is maghrib, the problem is" Rasya told Nadia.

"When do I keep cocooning like this? How will the prayers go?" Ask Nadia.

Rasya even smiled flirtatiously towards Nadia. "Mas would rather you wear nothing, honey," he said.

"Find dong, Mas! Maybe downstairs," Nadia's pinta.