Wedding Dust's
23. Nadya Ayunda
...Happy reading......
...Prepare your sweetest smiles for Bagas and Nadya at this moment, yes......
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At eight o'clock in the evening, Bagas had not shown any sign of coming. Outside it had started to quiet, the drizzle also started to come down. It has been raining for two days at night.
The smell of wet soil drenched in rain became my favorite tonight. I don't know why I felt a little relieved after a little talk with Bagas earlier.
All this time, we tried to be honest. Not lying to each other and succeeding although sometimes painful. For example today. If Bagas hadn't said that he wanted to look at Hera, maybe I'd hate him more if I was determined to follow and see with my own head because he spoke dishonestly and openly to me.
But, I was relieved that Bagas wanted to tell me that he was going to meet Hera, despite hurting one side of my heart as a wife.
Unsettled, I decided to lock the door and turn on the television to divert all the turmoil that was struggling with my body. However, amidst all the jumbled taste, my phone shook. I hurriedly grabbed it because at first I thought it was Bagas. But a moment later my gaze changed pushy when I saw Hansel's name appear on the screen. Is he crazy? Why call me at family time hours like this? What would his wife say if she found out her husband called another woman?
I took a sip of saliva, set the tone of the voice with one small deheman, then shifted the jumping green button.
“Halo,”
“I'm interrupting, Nad?”
“Is there anything important you want to talk to me about until you call me at this time?” ketus.
“Ngak. Only misses aja.”
Maddened. What kind of crazy thing are we doing right now? Why is Mr Hansel acting like this?
“Pak—”
“No need to protest. I'm just talking about the truth, Nad. I miss you.”
There are two feelings that are holding me back now. How to say yes? I felt guilty and happy at the same time.
“Au—”
Hearing the roar of the car engine entering the yard, I turned to the direction of the wall clock. Nine o'clock exactly.
The tumben? Usually, if it is the same Letto, Bagas sometimes forget time.
“Pak, sorry. I want to rest. Good night.”
I turned off the one-sided call, then jumped down from the long sofa in the middle room to run into the living room. My lights turn on, and open a little curtain to make sure if that comes really Bagas.
I'm telling you. As hateful and as bad as your husband is, he will still be the person you are most looking forward to when you don't see his presence around you.
After he got out of the car, I turned the doorknob and greeted him home.
“Tumben?” my many.
She smiled and pocketed her hands nailed while looking at me covetously. “Why? Can't you go home cepet?”
I'm smiling instead. For a few days he was not joking with me. “Yes already, sneak in. Mosquitoes even enter all over the next wait for you.”
I turned around and left the door. Bagas followed, then locked the door and turned off the lights. He joined me on the couch.
“Waituin I go home?”
“Ngak. Again watch the movie.”
Can't I avoid not glancing towards Bagas. Her little laugh still made me wonder what she looked like and how she expressed it. It's always like that. And Yap! I ngaku, I was always waiting for Bagas to come home and greet me though, sometimes I prefer to keep the image in front of him.
Many people say, I am a judge and not a few who say I am strange because rarely smile at them. Know why? Because I just want my smile to be seen by Bagas, not anyone else.
For the problem with Hansel at the airport a few days ago, I honestly did not realize that I was smiling as Bagas said at the time. I've been feeling a little comfortable next to Hansel lately. But I have absolutely no intention of making any relationship with him. I just want a storymate when I'm crammed. Yes, that's it.
“How is Hera?” I asked while looking at Bagas and our eyes would not want to meet.
“Good. He said it was a bit quieter than yesterday.”
“What pain?” ask me again, kepo.
“Asam his stomach rises.”
Oh, acid reflux. I also like to relapse if a lot of thoughts and also late eating.
“Fear of ghosts, yes do not see horror movies toh cah ayu~cah ayu.”
“What the hell!” I'm upset about Bagas's tearing. Who is ta— “Aaarrrh...” I shouted loudly while closing my face and jumping towards Bagas sitting as the white blanket that was on the clothesline flew and hit an object that looked like a human form. Well, why is it so scary anyway?!
“Dah ah's. Matiins. Then ask for an anther to the bathroom. No shame?”
One blow floated, spoiled landing on the chest of Bagas' hard and dense field to the sound of ‘bugh’, making him squeak for enduring pain.
“Cap!” ketusku with a sloppy face that was reciprocated by a tight hug by Bagas while laughing. Unknowingly, I laughed in his arms. I haven't laughed like this in a long time. It feels good, there is no burden. “Release no?” I shouted as I felt Bagas' thigh-like feet begin to lock both legs and all my movements that wanted to escape.
Instead of being angry, I laughed at the pleasure of finally being the way we were. We who joke, like to cross the line.
Because it was tight, I pinched Bagas' waist, and I was instantly detached from the restraint.
“Sick Nad!” he cried out in frustration while rubbing his own waist.
“Why? Want to add?” my opponent was upset with eyes bulging almost out of the nest. But, do you know how unique and step a Bagas? I'm telling you.
After saying that, Bagas jumped on the sofa. His body bent until his forehead touched the surface of the sofa, his back and pant*he rose—nearly resembling a frog, and his palms fused together to form a taper above the head. “Nyai. Not again.”
My laughter exploded. I even almost peed dicelana loud crotch laughing. Bagas' bongsor body is not suitable to be his bodyguard in ancient times. He is more suitable to be the body guard of the American president because in addition to proportional, his face is also capable. He can also be nominated as the sexier man L-Men of the year, if he wants to.
“What are you doing anyway?!” I still laugh because of Bagas' mess.
“Ampun nyai.”
“Nyai, nyai! Is my face already wrinkled so you call nyai?”
Bagas got up and smiled warmly at me. I don't know why my heart felt cramped until my eyes suddenly blurred. I want to cry.
“Lho? Wh why? How to cry?” bagas asked frantically as I rubbed my wet cheeks in tears. “Nad, what's up?”
You don't know, Gas. There was a pile of guilt pressing down on the tip of my head and thousands of nails pierced my chest. I feel so guilty.
Looking at Bagas who was starting to panic and slash the distance, I shook my head and held him back from hugging me. I swear, this guilt is so pressing every inch of my blood feather that my whole body feels so painful.
“Nad, why? You mad? Okay, I'm sorry for my attitude these few days. I—”
“Stop. No need to blame yourself, Gas.” press me straightforwardly. I just wanted to stress myself out, if what I was doing with Hansel behind Bagas, wasn't right. Despite just exchanging messages or chatting on the phone, Hansel seemed to be asking me to give him space to be in my life. I realized that, and I felt guilty for being lost and opening my heart so Hansel freely said his heart, even though he knew everything was at risk.
I closed for a moment, but it was Hansel's shadow that appeared. A shadow that is so painful and makes guilt run high.
“Nad, please. Don't think gini.”
I was still silent after re-opening my eyes and staring at the bead of Bagas' eyes that looked so sincere. One question came to my mind, how can I think of opening my heart to another man, when in front of me there is a man who has been present in my life and is willing to do anything for me, always showing his affection? Is my brain healthy? My brain needs to question its sanity.
“Gas,” called me hoarsely intending to say something to her, but was choked by Saliva who was gulped suddenly because Bagas pulled me into a hug, holding my back with one hand, and holding my back, then slowly tuck the other arm under my knee. He stood up from the sofa, carrying me towards the room. As for me, hiding in his field chest by wrapping both arms around his neck. Shame for my own behavior after all this time hating the behavior of Bagas with Hera.
As he walked towards our most comfortable place, he whispered. “We'll be fine.” []
^^^to be continued.^^^
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BTW, Bagas can be more sweet than this.
Uh but wait! How's it? Can this chapter be categorized as a moment sweet? 😁
Ohhh,
Someone wants to be sampled...
Nadia?
Or, or,
Bagas's?
Or maybe, maybe,
Hansel's?
Time and place, welcome. 😜😜😜