Wedding Dust's
11. Nadya Ayunda

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A good husband and wife relationship is. What the hell? Is it always romantic? Or is it always sweet and caring? Or, who is mediocre but secretly cares?

All my life and knowing Bagas, that man always treated me well. Do whatever I want, and treat me as a husband does to his wife. And yes, all this time we managed to have a relationship even though sometimes I think about where we go to bring all these transparent relationships.

We even dare to take a silly commitment by delaying having a baby. The whole family hopes we have it soon.

In the first year of our marriage, neither me nor Bagas, never bothered about people talking about when we had children. In the second year, we, ah no, I tried to be okay and thought if they would just want to know. That's why they ask when we're gonna hold the baby.

Unlike the first and second years, the third year such questions began to bother me. Even though I was being fine-fine, there was actually a scratch that made my heart ache. Especially when I overheard them saying I was barren. Yeah, it hurts so much, and I can't lie that my heart hurts so much. Bagas never knew I'd heard that hurtful word. I hope he'll never hear it, or if he doesn't, he'll break our original commitment to prove that I'm not really who they're talking about.

Then, in the fourth year, I had time to reflect if having a momongan is necessary in domestic relations. He said, because of the child, we will be able to survive even though problems come endlessly. The thought had knocked my heart to want to have it immediately, but it went back extinct because in fact, we did not deserve it because we did not have the direction to go there.

My family and Bagas family often ask us, the question is the same, when do we have children? And our answer remains the same, later.

And now, in the fifth year of our marriage, the question is like a mine to me. It hurts and destroys when it explodes. I feel like I'm numb. Be cold, do not even hesitate to say stiff if there is anything to say about the child in front of me. I don't care if they hurt me, because only in that way can I save myself.

“There's a problem, Nad?” asked Mr. Hans when he came back from the meeting room and was probably catching me daydreaming. He walked over to his desk, put down some files and an iPad, and sat down and started grabbing the computer mouse.

“No, sir.”

“News if there is a problem. Consider me your friend in the office, like Tara.”

Hearing Mr. Hans say that, I felt like I had a new friend. I felt noticed, although it shouldn't be like that given our different statuses. He's an important person here, I should have respected him, not considered him a friend.

“Ah, no sir. Thank you.” I replied slowly.

“Why? Afraid your husband is angry?”

Lho? Does he know I'm married? We have never talked about our status.

“Bu-not so. My boss, I do not deserve to behave as my friend's father.”, I replied according to reality while looking at Mr. Hansel.

“Nothing. I don't mind anyway. No problem, it's just a story.”

Right too, but..what really doesn't matter?

“So, just tell me if there is a problem. Personal, family, no problem. If you can, I will give you a solution. Itung-itung relieves the burden of the mind, and work also becomes more flexible, concentration is also not disturbed, right?.”

Maybe the goal is to make me more comfortable working. Didn't they? I just smiled in response to a lengthy explanation from Mr. Hans.

“Data from the center, already logged in E-mail?” asked Mr. Hans to break the silence that had been re-created.

““Not yet, sir. I just checked, and there has been no incoming E-mail other than the company japan.”

Mr. Hans slightly advanced his lips while nodding, the blue striped shirt scoring the body, the deep blue tie that boasted his burly neck and white, the hair on Pomade neatly to the right side, the, I don't know why it looks so sexy. I've never seen Bagas' expression do what Mr. Hans often does in an office like that. I don't know if it's in his office.

“Mmmm... Let me ask the center only now.” mumbled slowly with a thin pink lips that slightly opened, then suddenly his tongue came out to sweep his lips that were not dry. “Please check the E-mail from the office JY-GRUP.”

Instead, I was surprised to be busy scanning the facial features of my boss, and I was nervous to death because it was like being caught stalking. “Ba-good sir.”

This is not true. I shouldn't be like this.

***

“What dinner are you having?”

“Nasi goreng.” replied Bagas quickly, it seems like he had thought about that answer long before I asked.

I'm nodding. “Gas,”

“Emmm?”

“I have an out-of-town assignment this Week.”

Bagas looks objected. The look in his eyes that were looking at me that instant looked uncomfortable. “Where?”

“Semarang.”

“Same team, or both?”

I didn't expect Bagas to be able to answer calmly, despite the dislike on his face. I guess, he didn't want to provoke another fight and chose to make peace with himself.

“One team, but different divisions.”

Bagas. “How many days?”

“Not yet, headquarter has not set. But said Mr. Hans, it can be up to two days.”

I could feel Bagas stepping on the brake pedal between the car's gas rate, albeit faintly. He was surprised because all this time, the old division head had never involved me if there was a meeting that was too far away. If the old division head, prefer to use the appointed assistant from the office. Usually only two people. But this time, Mr. Hans asked me himself, that I come along. He said he was not used to it and it was more comfortable that I was with him.

“If I forbid, you must be angry,” said Bagas with a smile that looked stiff. “So, yes how else?”

“If you are banned, yes I talk to Mr. Hans if I can not.” sahutku quickly feel bad. That's my husband, my impression

I was more and more stunned when Bagas shook his head. “Nothing. I trust you.”

Heart melos. Bagas was like insinuating me indirectly, making me bow with a feeling of a little guilt because it seemed pushy.

“Totally?” tanyaku make sure while bending the strap of a leather sling bag on your lap.

“Yes, it's okay. You don't be naughty there.”

Gas, Bagas. Why I'm—

“Kasih ration first before leaving.”

Bed is the key, as well as the need. So I assume it's breakeven because Bagas gave permission.

“Okey. You are free how many rounds, I follow.”

“Totally?” tanya Bagas with a jail face and a naughty smile. “Then cancel out of town, pingin deket-deket I keep how?”

“Ish, you?!” pissed me off while pinching her busy arm with the steering wheel until her sexy lips complained of pain. Rasain, who told the mischievous teasers so. But, however, I cannot lie because of the relief there is willingness Bagas to release me with his trust.

“Sick look, Nad. You if nyubit can be sick so anyway?” tanyanya no less bitter because of my pinch.

“Nknow. From sono nya.”

“I will make you unable to sleep in Semarang, because think of me.”

I smiled gently, grabbing her thighs for me to pat. “Bby.” []

^^^to be continued.^^^