Tone of Nara
CHAPTER 4. All For You My Husband (part 1)

All I have left to Pradipta, my husband. The man who is first in everything. After a painful first night and the smell of alcohol, I officially became a wife in the true sense of my first and last love. It turned out to be her name the first night which, though painful, was able to carry me flying. Apparently like this the man who did the first night, smelled rude and like he was not aware of himself. If it's like this, then I'll go. After all the pain I got was worth the sense of belonging to my first love. This pain was able to erase the sadness and disgust of every man who looked at me.

In the morning, mas Pradipta woke me up with cheek-friendly pats. She was tidy and getting ready for breakfast.She asked me to take a shower and have breakfast with her downstairs. Of course I welcome you happy. Is this what it feels like to be noticed by your husband? it was incredible. Is this what you call romantic? After that, we got ready for checkout and went back home. A short but very memorable memory for me. It might even make me drown in the excitement of the first experience.

A lot of things that happened some of these things I can label as "the first". First seen by men other than papa without insult and a look of pity or disgust.  First touched without disgust or humiliation.

The first is the love of a man.  First kissed by a man.  First, show my whole body to a man. First touched by an adult male. First given taste by men. First hand over the sanctity that I have kept for decades, to the man I love and is lawful. The first time was made to float without being able to be described with words. His poker was another first lot that even made me dizzy thinking about it. Not--not dizzy because of pain.but dizzy because overwhelmed with drasa that pops up in the chest.  Happiness given by a man named Pradipta. It was happiness that made me willingly give myself and my life to her. It makes me do whatever it takes to make her smile. If you call me my husband, then that's me.

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We live our home life happily. It seems no different from any other household. I don't know, I have no referrals about this other than Papa and Mama. I don't have any friends if you forget. Nor will I compare with novels or soap operas. Because it's all the imagination of the authors, which does not exist in the real world right. As Papa and Mama requested, We stayed at my house. Yes, we live in the Hermawan family house, with Papa and Mama. Mas Pradipta now helps Papa

take care of Papa's business. Every day, my husband would leave early in the morning and come home late at night. Even often, Papa has reached home, Mas Pradipta is still in the office. Several times I also know, mas Pradipta returned to his mother's house after the office on the grounds of having to help his mother and take care of his sisters. Mas Pradipta asked me to be understood because he was the only boy in the house and he was the eldest son responsible for the lives of his mother and younger brother. While I'm at this house there are many who take care of and do not lack anything. I myself, choose to help Mama take care of the restaurant, finance, promotion and others. And me? yes, I accept whatever my husband's decision, though I am confused to answer Papa and Mama's question about my husband's absence.

Although we were rarely together, Mas Pradipta always treated me well. She always kissed me on my forehead when I was about to go to work and put her hand out to kiss me. He often bought me martabak or fried chicken at my favorite famous stall. He often reminds me to have lunch and sends his attention through short messages. Indeed we rarely call, but in a day, mas Pradipta always sends some short messages to his wife. Touch like stroking my cheek, holding my hand as we spend time with Papa and Mama in the living room or in the garden, my husband always does, makes me lulled and happy. Yes, although I sometimes want more and repeat what we did in the hotel at that time. If I told Pradipta, he would often laugh while touching my head, saying I was perverted.  After our first night, Pradipta never touched me again

like those. Ish, why am I being so perverted. But I am happy with my home.

Until one morning, Mas Pradipta asked me to speak. As usual after taking a shower and getting ready, we would come downstairs together for breakfast. But this morning, Mas Pradipta arrested me.

“Tone, can I talk to you for a minute?” said gently.

“Yes? What's wrong mas?” i said wonder.  He took me to sit on the long sofa in our room. The sofa we never actually used.

“Tone, in your opinion, I am a responsible husband no?” he said with a sad face.

“Kok is that? “ my question is getting more astonished.

“You're happy to marry me?” ask Pradipta. His eyes were staring at me, making me wrong

fad. The butterflies in my stomach always act up when I receive this kind of gaze from my husband.

“I'm happy mas. Very happy even. Why are you asking like that?” my many.

“Entai Nada, I feel like a failure as a husband. We're married, but all our living expenses are still covered by Papa. We are still living under Papa's dependents,” he said, looking down. Ah, the male ego apparently, I said inwardly.

“Kor did mas, I'm the only son of Mr. Hermawan. It belongs to Papa and Mama for me, and

certainly for you too. After all you also work to help Papa right,” I said trying to calm him. I understood a little bit that his ego as the man he was talking about.  But as my only child, I couldn't leave my mom and dad either.

“But I don't feel like a good man here. In this case, there is no point in you marrying me. This useless man,” said mas Pradipta loudly. I feel a little guilty. Now I am confused how to.

“Then, would you like how?” I said gently. I approached him and rubbed his hands. But he stood up while shaking my hand violently. He's very upset. Maybe I was wrong, so I better be patient.

“Still asking me what he wants? I want us to be independent Nada. Living off my sweat as your husband.

Living in our own homes, financing our own households. Not like this,” said Mas Pradipta clutching my finger. “Are you afraid of being poor and it will be hard to live with me?” mas Pradipta.

“Of course not mas, I am ready to accompany you no matter what the circumstances,” I said.

“Then do you mind moving house? Maybe we can put our savings together

and buying a house.  If indeed we can't afford a house, we contract,” he said looking at me expectantly. I smiled broadly at my husband who looked excited. I nodded

signs agree.

“Then nant the night we talk. I'll try to be home soon tonight. Coincidentally Mama

and Papa will be out of town right,” said mas Pradipta smiled widely. I nodded back and smiled.

“Jeng, what's here? Pradipta and Nada haven't woken up yet?” my mother's voice was on the doorstep of my room. I looked at the door that was slightly open. While Mas Pradipta clucked irritably looking towards the door.

“Tsk, I can't wait very much. Watch out for chaotic plans,” I heard Pradipta muttering. Mammy? The plans?

“What mas? What did you say? Plan?” many ensure.

“Loh no mom to?” I said.

“Iya, it was fitting that your mother's bath came. That was the one who opened the door. Let's have breakfast,” said mas Pradipta took me friendly. My heart is blossoming, and butterflies are running through my stomach. Ah, what about all of mom's plans. I enjoy every touch and intimacy of Pradipta. I am happy because now there is a man I call my husband, who accompanies me to sleep at night and holds my hand as it is today. There was a man I prepared his clothes for, who I prepared his breakfast and listened to my story every day. Ah, the beautiful world of marriage. Is your marriage as happy as my marriage?

After Mas Pradipta left with his mother, I cleaned up our former breakfast. But, but, he said

mother came to take me for a walk, why even join the Pradipta mas? Even when I asked Mom to take me where, she was confused to look at the choking and splashing Pradipta mas. Ah, I told you I wanted to try riding my latest Mercy car used by Pradipta mas, a gift from Papa. I wanted the car in my husband's name, but Papa was determined to put it all in my name. Neither did Mr. Henky, Mr. Pradipta's father also disagreed when I wanted all our possessions on behalf of him

pradipta. Even father had hit Mom's shoulder when proposing it. Mas Pradipta's face was flat when talking about the issue of ownership name. He just kept quiet without commenting.

After everything was done, I caught up with Mama in the side garden. Mom and Dad were talking while

enjoy tea there. I looked at them with a smile. I imagine later when I and Pradipta were old, we would be like them, but with many children. Because I don't want to, my kids will be as lonely as I am. Oh yes, if later I have children, I will make sure my children have an ideal body, eat nutritious and can take care of themselves.

“Ma, Pa,” my cow slowly approached my parents.

“Eh Nada, here son. Pre-dipta to the office huh?” said Mama.

“Iya ma, um... Tone can speak ma?” ask slowly.

“Of course I can kid. Here. What's up?” ask Mama. While Papa glanced at me with a bitter face.

“You yes Nada, do not see if Papa is dating Mama,” said papa while glancing. Mama gave a small punch to papa's shoulder while laughing. I just smiled happily seeing them like that. I immediately dudu in front of papa and mama while putting my head in the lap of mama.

“You're happily married to Pradipta? “ ask Papa suddenly. I was amazed by the tone and the view

Papa suddenly changed. I smiled broadly, reassuring both my parents that I was now happy. Because I am really happy. After decades of people looking at me as a disgusting elephant, there is now someone I love so much, thinking I exist, sincerely.

“Ish Papa, his name is a newlywed who must be happy. Okay, what's up Nada?” timpal Mom.

I told you all about my talk with my husband this morning. Papa frowned while

seriously staring. Mama also fell silent and looked at me sharply. But then Mama

smile and stroke Papa's arm.

“Tone, say to your husband, no yes buy a house using shared savings.

How much money does he have? If you buy using money together it means yes buy with your money right?” papa said in a tone that I thought was cynical. Ah, why is Papa suddenly cynical

here you?

“No pa, mas Pradipta said so, must have had money pa,” I said defending my husband.

“Halah, I'll know what he's got,” Papa said. "Wong money only from papa, and it's been given by his mother. What did you get from your husband?"

“Wis, already pa..” says Mama. “Nada, do you say your husband will talk tonight anyway? Talk carefully, son. It is better not to buy a house again. This house is your home. Mama can understand if you say that Pradipta wants to carry out his responsibilities as a husband, fully support you,” said Mama

“Halah!” the gap between papa is immediately cut with Mama's pelotototan.

“Trus how ma?” many doubt. I don't understand Papa's attitude. Pradipta was good and

want to be responsible. The thing of giving something to me, however, is not necessary because I already have everything I need. Giving money? wh-wh-what for? after all, my shopping money and needs are always fulfilled by mom and dad. Naturally, if Mas Pradipta chose to give his money to mothers who are more in need.

“You guys stay in this house, you can't go anywhere. This house is also in your name and should never be named to anyone, even if it is your husband. Understand Tone?” said Papa.

“Iya Pa, but..” I said doubtfully.

“No but…. Papa's business will move to Bandung. Mom and Dad will move to Bandung.

Sandra will take care of it in Bandung. You and Pradipta will take care of it here, with Mr. Henky. So after Papa Mama moved out, all the needs of this house are the responsibility of you two. That's why starting later until the next week, mama, papa, Sandra and Pak Henky will be in Bandung,” break up Papa while standing out to acknowledge our conversation.

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