Wedding Dust's
3. Nadya Ayunda

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As Bagas requested, I cooked the chicken soup he ordered for his dinner later. While cooking, I occasionally check the washing machine rotation in a small room devoted to washing at the back of the house.

Bagas house forms L ether, so I can look into the garage of the house through a fairly wide glass window installed in the washing place, close to the back garden of the house. And just as the washing machine was done drying my clothes and Bagas' clothes, I heard the roar of the car engine entering the garage of the house. Black shiny Pajero Sport car trying to park neatly. Bagas. My heart's happy it's not a bitch.

I could even smell her perfume in my imagination, the scent of which must still be the same as it was this morning. The aroma of Woody mingled with a soft brown, yet still masculine, to be honest I really liked the smell of Bagas. It was like opium to me. The man was always fragrant, no matter how his sweat poured.

The next second, I heard the door open, then it closed again. Shortly thereafter, Bagas appeared. Still with a sky-blue shirt that fits the body, and black material pants that show the legs level and se*ksi hers, also pointed-toed black pantofel shoes that are still shiny.

“Let me sunbathe. You continue cooking.” he said a little screaming while putting a briefcase on the nightstand near the kitchen.

“I aja. You take a shower there.”

“Iya, run out of clothes.” kekehnya do not want to go, instead rob the basket of clothes from my hand and bring it towards the aluminum clothesline in the middle of the garden behind the house.

For the umpteenth time, I admired that figure. The figure of Bagas who has been present in my life since we were in the phase of bengal teenagers who are looking for identity. He is typical of men who are easy to get along with, well mannered—but sometimes fad too, and often be sweet to others. Maybe this is what often makes many women misunderstand.

From here, I could see him who was busy drying our clothes. And what makes the eyes do not want to move even a little is, the stocky body in a shirt whose arms are rolled up to the elbow is very charming. His handsome face is not inedible age is also a major factor why Bagas has always been considered to have no partner by many women, and ended up approached without shame.

Fifteen minutes passed, Bagas brought the basket back into the laundry room, then walked into the kitchen to help me prepare food on the dining table.

“Wah...” hisses were amazed as his eyes stared at the soup bowl filled with carrots, chickpeas, mustard greens, as well as his favorite cabbage that mingled together several pieces of meatballs as well as chicken wings. Of the many chicken parts, Bagas likes wings the most. It makes me always choose the wing when shopping at Arini tea place. “Kok me so hungry huh?”

“Mandi first. Your body is dirty, the smell of asem.” my quip with a flat face while arranging dishes on the table.

He sniffed his own body as a result of my words. And what he did was make a laugh rise on my lips. I'm sure he'll protest because I said so. “Negotted. Still fragrant. If you don't believe it, here kiss.” he said as he grabbed and pulled my body to get close to him.

“Ih, Bagas. Huh already. Cepetan shower first there.”

He laughed at my behavior that refused him outright. “Iya, baubles. Really ngomel.” replied Bagas while pinching my nose to difficulty breathing, but I like. Damnit. “This time, accompany me to eat.”

It felt like our fight this morning had just passed by. Like nothing happened to us both. And most likely, this is what is becoming a disease in our relationship. Bagas and I didn't seem to mind the conversation in our quarrel, then we were both like fools who always tried to forget the fact that we weren't okay in this relationship.

“I want to talk to you.”

Stagnant. I was stuck where I stood. He wanted to talk, what was the topic of our conversation later about our feud this morning? Or the fight yesterday, where did he say if I want to have children then I refuse? Or a fight a while ago, because I came home late from meeting my friend and ex-lover while in college? Ah, why are so many things we neglect piling up and rotting like this?

“Oh, okay.”

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Dinner time went a little bit fast today. It happened because Bagas actually ate after finishing the bath, when the clock was still pointing at the figure of half-five in the afternoon. Like the promise I made with him earlier, I accompanied him to a meal. He actively invites me to talk even though my response is not much. Just three words I said in response. Yeah, no, and Hmm. That's the word I always gave him in response.

If it requires a longer sentence, I first shut up and summarize each word in one form of whole sentence in the brain, then I say it straightforwardly so as not to wasteful talk, he said, because that's what I am, I don't like kink and prefer simple communication.

“Sorry for this morning. I'm too selfish.”

Oh, wow. He apologized?

“Not a problem.”

“That's the answer?”

“Then what else, Bagas?” I fasted while twisting the lazy eyeball, and dropped the lower shoulder. I grabbed a fork and stabbed one meatball, then devoured it once, to divert the jitters.

“Ya... Which is longer cake?!” the answer is relaxed as usual.

“My words were too rough this morning, Nad. You've cried that way.”

I lie if I answer. My heart was broken and desperate this morning. “Nangis is reasonable, Gas. I was tired this morning. Then you do not want to stop, even I want our quarrels to stop and not drag on.”

“Yes, that's why I'm sorry. Maybe if I let you go this morning, we won't fight like that. So, sorry I.”

I looked at him fixedly. There were no lies in his eyes. All his words are sincere.

“Do you ever regret our decision, Gas?” ask me out on topic, just want to make sure I'm not alone. Bagas probably felt the same way as me. Tormented.

“What decision? If it's about getting married, absolutely no. Why why anyway? You sorry?”

Bagas grabbed the coffee cup and sipped without cutting his eyes on me. “Ah, forget.”

“Forget?”

I nodded, not wanting to mess up again after Bagas well-intentioned apologizing to me. I stood up, intending to leave.

“Kok neat, where are you going?” asked Bagas while paying attention to my appearance this afternoon. The dress is caramel, and the coats are dark brown which beautifies my appearance. I don't intend to make a difference, but many say that I fit into any outfit and I'm always confident in that.

“Mau to the supermarket, kitchen and other needs are up. Wh why? Want to come?” sengakku intends to insinuate. Bagas will not come, I thought.

“Ya I've anter.”

“Bby.” sahutku fast. In addition to driving a car, pushing a shopping cart, and also carrying groceries to the car, most importantly for me, I am happy if there is him.

But, just as I was done washing the dishes after Bagas finished with his meal and intended to take the bag on the dinner table that I had prepared, I saw Bagas' phone lit up. There was no sound, just a shiver that made the phone move a little.

Hera.

At that moment my heart was completely broken. Why did the woman contact Bagas? Any promises?

Out of curiosity, and Bagas said goodbye to the bathroom for a while, I grabbed the phone. Sluggishly, I shifted the button that jumped up to it, then pointed the speaker towards the ear without saying a word.

There, across the phone, Hera said in a fiery tone, “Where are you? We didn't meet?” []

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