Trapped in Love Mbak

Trapped in Love Mbak
24. Stay


...Happy Reading's...


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Evening greet marked orange color on the western horizon there. Abizar who he said would stay at his cafe, in fact still feel at home at Kezia's house. Because, the mother always sends a message that contains a warning, if Abizar must go home to bring his favorite son-in-law. That day Abizar persuaded his stubborn wife to go home, but never ignored. Even the persuasion of the father did not work.


Yes, a while ago Surya had already returned home from his office. As Erna said, the man wanted to talk to Abizar about their problems last night. Beyond Abizar's prediction, Surya did not want to scold him, but only told Abizar to be more patient. Their marriage was not corn-time. Surya wants them to understand each other, and get to know each other's attitudes.


"Marriage is not easy. You will be faced with many differences. Even though it was in love with each other when dating, not necessarily when married the love will not survive. Everything that looks perfect will be inversely proportional after marriage. All that is covered will be opened, and all the ugliness will be shown by his partner. That's where each partner's love will be tested, whether they will accept their partner's own true nature."


That is the long message that still hangs in Abizar's ears. Sticking in the mind, and imprinting in the memory. Abizar learned much from his father-in-law about the meaning of marriage. At least make the man understand, and think again about the problem of divorce. Will Abizar maintain his marriage with Kezia? For that, it's still a mess.


Granted encouragement by his father-in-law, Abizar made no comment. It's just the mangosteen.


Now, Abizar gets into new trouble when forced to stay overnight by his in-laws. As Kezia continued to resist, the in-laws told Abizar to stay the night. Maybe tomorrow Kezia will change his mind, and Abizar can take him home.


Abizar could not refuse the request of his father-in-law. He stayed at Kezia's house. This made Abizar feel dejavu with the events of their first night. Sleeping on the floor traumatized the man. He did not want to be tormented and could not sleep because he felt his body hurt all.


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No word from Kezia since last night, making Devan worried. He was afraid that Kezia would get new problems from Abizar. He also took the initiative to go to his neighbor's house, which was none other than Abizar's house.


"Let's pick up Kezia from his house, Van."


That was Angelina's answer when Devan asked about Abizar's whereabouts.


Devan returned to his home thinking. Not that Abizar took Kezia home last night. Then why did Abizar have to pick up his wife again? He did not want to ask Angelina further, because he did not want to be suspected about his feelings for Kezia, Devan decided to contact Kezia after arriving at his home.


"Yes, Van." Kezia's voice was heard across from Devan's phone after his call was connected.


"Lo's fine, right?" devan asked directly to the point.


"I'm doing fine. Why why?"


"Evening at Juno's party, I saw you being taken home by the Abizar family, but I just heard from Aunt Angel Lo coming home again. Why?" devan asked curiously, "Abizar doesn't do anything, right?" added worry.


There was a soft sound from across the phone. Kezia laughed a little.


"Gue's worried about you, Zee. Why are you laughing?" devan protests.


"I'm really okay, really. As long as I am conscious, Abizar will not dare to say anything about me. Just relax!" kekeh Kezia's.


Devan breathed. He knew Kezia was not a woman who could be easily oppressed. "So where are you now?" ask Devan again.


"I'm at my parents' house."


"Abizar too?" hatch Devan.


"Yes. He came this morning, he said he'd take me home."


"Lo want?"


"I'm going to your house now."


Silent.


Kezia doesn't chim in on Devan's words anymore. It makes Devan think if their phone connection ends. He looked at the screen of his phone, making sure the call was still connected.


"Hello, Ze. You're still there, right?"


"Still," Kezia replied in a flat tone.


"Why did you just die? I'm going to your house now, yeah."


"Don't, Van! Abi is still here. He said .. he wants to take a step back, until I want to go home."


This time Devan was silent. The recess of his heart was like being pinched by a grain of gravel. He thought Abizar should go straight home again, when he could not bring his wife back. Not even persuaded Kezia by being willing to stay all. He became suspicious if Abizar already had a sense of the woman who became his soul mate.


However, Devan's heart still believes that Kezia will not change her mind. The woman will not be smitten by Abizar, because for Kezia, Abizar is very annoying.


After a long conversation, Kezia decided to end their call. Both of his eyes were already sleepy, and wanted to rest early. Her husband was still outside and chatting with Surya. The phone connection ended. Devan could only sigh violently. His mind branched, thinking of how to keep Kezia from falling in love with Abizar.


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"Mhrs ... Ma'am .. I can sleep there, okay?" whinek Abizar several times with a clear tone. He was sitting on the floor with a blanket. He looked up at his wife who closed his eyes. It was only a moment ago that he entered Kezia's room, and found a thick blanket stretching on the floor that Kezia had prepared for his sleep, but Abizar was reluctant to sleep there.


Kezia who had not fully slept was troubled by Abizar's voice. He also woke up again. His gaze was fixed on Abizar who was sitting down there. The man looked pitiful as he looked at Kezia with a pleading gaze.


"My bed is small. Not fit for both," refused Kezia, making Abizar pursed his lips.


"Wool, really. My body is small and my mother is small. Mbak can also create limits with bolsters. I promise I won't cross that line when I sleep."


Kezia's gust of breath was violently ejected. He could not bear to see Abizar asleep on the floor. However, if they slept together in his bed, who knew that Abizar's hands would spread everywhere. Kezia's bed was not as big as Abizar's. The distance that stretches is only limited to bolsters that will become their barrier wall. Really, it's too risky for Kezia. Abizar is a young man who is easily provoked by his maleness. After several one-room stays with Abizar, that was the basic nature of Abizar that Kezia managed to find.


"I said no, yes, no!" Kezia's voice sounded resolute. He turned his back to Abizar. Freezing his heart so as not to care about the fate of the man.


"Basic Stingy Mbak! Just a bed not to share. If his grave dies, it will be narrow" Abizar said in his heart. His gaze squinted at Kezia's back.


He lay down and tried to close his eyes. Expel the cold that whack until pierced his bones. Long enough he tried, until he had to count the sheep in his imagination. Tilted to the left, tilted to the right, even supine he has done. However, his mind was still in the conscious. His ears could still hear the twisting of the clock.


Abizar sat down again and scrambled his coarse hair. He could not stand it, and looked at the wall clock that showed eleven o'clock at night. I want him to go out and sleep on the living room couch. However, the intention was void because it did not want any questions from the in-laws. His eyes turned to Kezia. It was seen that the woman had fallen asleep on the bed without sin.


"His son slept so well!" Abizar grumbling.


However, suddenly his brain thought of one thing so that he could sleep in a comfortable mattress. Abizar smiled and got up and walked over to Kezia's bed. The man flicked his palm in front of Kezia's face, making sure that she was asleep in her sleep. After making sure Kezia would not wake up, Abizar circled the bed towards the empty side beside Kezia.


"I slept here, ah. Bodo very much the same reaction when he woke up later. The important thing is that I can sleep well tonight" Abizar said, chuckling softly. He threw his body under the same blanket as Kezia. Do not forget to keep the bolster as a barrier in the middle of their bed.


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...To be continued...