Waiting for First Love to Return
Husband Cook

Home there is already a favorite motorcycle husband parked in the yard. Signs that the owner is home. I'm speeding up the pace to find out the results of today's sale.

"Assynolajet. " My greetings enter the house that is not closed to the door.

"Waalaikum salam. Just got home?" Ask the Mother who is reading a magazine in the guest room.

"Yes, Bun. Biasaah bun, talk earlier." Obviously I and passed her to find a husband. Mother also continued reading the magazine.

"Dad." Call me when I enter the room. Silent, without occupants. There's just no work sitting on the bed.

Turned towards the dining room, also empty. But the cake was empty on the dining table this morning. My sales mark is up today. Clown looking at the whereabouts of the husband. Didn't see the nose.

"Where the hell is Reyhan?" Ask yourself because you are ashamed to ask your parents-in-law. Disappointed. Though it was nice to see the bike in front, the guy was brilliant. Actually want to ask the results of the sale or miss the person huh? The cake is clearly over.

"Mending cooking nyiapin for dinner." Approaching the stove and thinking what to do for dinner. This time not cooking too much, because Rasya and Beti are not home.

"Something was calling, I'm just missing." Reyhan's voice came out of the room with wet hair and wearing his clothes. T-shirt and shorts. It turned out that he had taken a shower.

"Who's taking a shower? Called why not answer?" Ulangku protests. Kirain where called no authorization. Kirain is gone again.

"The one in the bathroom can scream? " She squinted her eyes. "But called earlier I went straight out to answer you, who knows if you want to take a shower together. Uh, the guy doesn't even exist." Continue with a pretty disappointed face.

A small pinch of my two fingers landed on his waist, as a gift of his speech, which made him slowly stirred with laughter.

"Where is the sale Ay? No end? "Shining cheerfully discussing my new venture. The name is early, right? Still full of spirit. His spirit multiplied many times when many supported and prayed for the best.

"Clean dong. Everyone is curious what was previously entrusted by the secretary. So on the trial." Answer with pride. Consider his sale because of him, not because of the delicious food made by his wife.

"Dispose." My reply with a punch back landed on his waist.

"Ih, you like violence huh? Sick know nothh?" I rubbed his waist which hit my hand.

"Makanya if you say guarded. "

"What in the hell is it?"

"Tu just now? Snippy. Not good tauk.

If you're not curious, don't want to buy it again?" Spoiled thud.

"Yes don't know about that. So try again tomorrow." Answer smiled.

"That bill." As far as I'm concerned, and again cut out various vegetables to make soup.

"What do you cook?" Reyhan asked to come closer to the kitchen table.

"Miss." Pointing vegetables carrots, broccoli, potatoes, pumpkin, which have been cut into one place. "Want to help?" Tanyaku.

"Can. Want to try my cooking?" Even answer with a question anyway, by raising his eyebrows.

"Can." I took a step back. Make room for my husband to cook this time. Try what the cuisine is like.

"Sip." My answer is to raise my thumb. Ride the shirt to see the husband cook unobstructed.

"Dear." Lifting me to get down, and moving on the high chair and pulling it closer towards him. "I'm not polite sitting on a desk. Girl sitting on the desk." It's obviously what embarrassed me. Shame is not because of the wrong choice of seat. But shame and deg deg right when carried moved the chair.

I sat in a henchman watching Reyhan cook. Although not agile enough to play the cookware, but also not too stiff. Probably not used to it, although it's not the first either.

Oh my God, what's my fault?

Watching my husband cook, why would I even imagine being with his ex? Arfan, do you still like to cook? Recalling times like this. Watching the man cook, though Reyhan is not as smart as Arfan in his cooking moves. But I remember him.

I'm sorry, Ay.

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The dark has covered the earth. The night wind blows away the longing of the person who is far from sight. The red in the sky is already perfectly gone. But the stars did not appear.

The breeze that blows cold as if indicating the rain is coming. The night sky grew darker with the presence of black clouds. Hides soothing star blips.

Since returning home from work, Rena is still reluctant to leave her seat. Stop by the beach enjoying the twilight, but until dusk disappears he is still at home enjoying the sound of the waves rumbling. The more night the sound.

"Davids. Should I stop chasing you? " Ask without the expected person answering the question.

Ask the sky, no answer. The sky just nodded without a sound. Asking the waves, the waves only rumbled sounds that logic could not understand. Choose to close your eyes, enjoy a soothing breeze. Forget for a moment the tired heart loves the uncertain.

"Tumben's here." A voice she was very familiar with. Even very familiar. A voice that always rings at night. The ever-present voice accompanied his solitude.

"David?" His murmur was still with his eyes closed. Open your eyes slowly, looking left. Didn't find the person who was looking for. Nope, no. Oh, brains. Please stop thinking about him. He may not have been created for you. moveon. Advise yourself by tapping his own head. Always buzzing the word move on in his brain. Hopefully it will be processed by the brain and produce miracles.

"Why is your head?" Still with the same voice. Rena stopped tapping her head with her hands, turning her head to look and ascertaining the direction of the sound.

Deg. The heart seems to stop beating, but a moment later racing above normal. Right, there he is. In front of me was a cold and untouchable David. Stand facing the beach with a straight view and arms crossed. Not at all glancing at Rena who now turned carefree.

Rena turned the body back. Look back to confirm the view. Rubbing his eyes to make sure. But his view is not wrong. Behind him was David.

why did you come when I was sure to move on? Is this hope for this relationship? Or just to pull?

"Why be quiet? Any issues?" David asked who was now moving to sit next to Rena.

"Eh. Why sit here? It'll get dirty." Rena said a little panicked to see David sitting next to her.

Actually the reason is not entirely fear of getting dirty. But fear until his heart wishes for more of this relationship.

"I'm used to it here. Do you like it here too?" David answered without seeing Rena. His eyes straight ahead.

"really? How come you never met?" Ask Rena a little. Happy to hear that reality.

"Your eyes are myopic. "

Eh? How come his words haven't changed anyway?