Wedding Dust's
31. Nadya Ayunda

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“Happy birthday.” said, while thrusting a box wrapped in pink gift paper that somehow contained it.

“Where did you know today was my birthday?”

“I didn't accidentally read your curriculum vitae in her file Kirani.”

I'm upset. Wasn't he looking for out? For a long time, I was distressed by Mr. Hansel's nature.

“Pak, please stop. I've been married.”

“But you need me, Nad.”

“Bapak redundant. Your confidence is too high. I story my problem, because—”

“Because you are comfortable with me.” sahut, more annoying. “Ya' right?” he continued while grinning at me.

Seriously. Do I have to make a letter of resignation today? The current work environment is very different from the previous one when it was still held by my old boss who was appreciative and kind. Hansel is good, but the way is too turning and does not make sense.

I looked at him sharply. My respect seems to be lost to the earth. This person in front of me, was the first person who made me feel locked in a rope of regret that wrapped around my neck and made my hope almost die. Hansel is a very domineering and ambitious man.

Maybe his ambition right now, is to get me and boast of being able to snatch his ex-junior wife on campus first.

“Sorry. Forget about that. Please take back this gift. I regret having told you about my household problems with my father. Please forget what I told you, and stay away from me.”

“No. I know, you're married. But what's wrong with each of us being comfortable? ” persuade. Still trying to convince me to want to have a relationship with him behind Bagas' back.

I let out a big sigh, looked at the bead in her eyes that I had admired with an angry look, and then said. “OK. Now, what do you want father?”

“We're going through this together. It's over, Nad. I love you just as much. I promise, what can not be given Bagas to you, I will love.”

I shakes in disbelief. “Pak, I love my husband even though I am sometimes angry with him. So, if you take maksa, I will resign.”

“You won't be able to get away from me, Nad. Or Bagas will know all about what we've done behind his back. Including that kiss.”

I'm slack. Turns out right, Bagas asked me to stop and stay away from Hansel not without reason. This guy is so authoritarian and scary.

I'm stuck.

***

How to describe this happiness? Bagas made me always the luckiest woman in the world. He put me first more than himself. Although there is one side of her that I do not like, which is to make Hera the third person in our relationship, even though she had promised to end the relationship.

The trouble I got in the office today was quite stressful. I should have listened to Bagas from the beginning. Hansel who refused to let go even threatened to say everything to Bagas if I dared to go against his request, still vividly remembered inside my head. So, I had to accept—

Uh. Forgetit. I just want it to be just me and Bagas today.

He picked me up today, and he sent me a message that he was waiting ahead. I rushed over and left Hansel who was still trying to catch up to my pace.

Arriving at the place where Bagas was, I deliberately kissed him briefly, right on the lips. I wish Hansel saw that and made him change his mind. I'm fucked up, my mind full of stifling voices. Including guilt to Bagas after helplessly accepting Hansel's request to establish a forbidden relationship.

Okay, let's forget for a moment about Hansel and his forcing nature.

Bagas took me to a famous cake shop in Jakarta. He said, to celebrate my birthday with a small candle blow party at home. I was further tormented by the guilt of Bagas' treatment.

And when he arrived at home, Bagas gave another surprise that I did not expect at all, a gift that was quite large and expensive. A car.

I hugged her and was about to cry, but she firmly forbade me from crying over something like this. He even sneered at me. He also said sweet words that made me crumble.

After the gift-giving drama ended impressively for me, we both walked into the house. We cleaned ourselves, then we gathered together at the dinner table with a cake that had lit candles. Bagas sang another birthday song for me, then told me to blow the candle in one hempas.

“Thank you for the cake and the gift.” I said as I chewed the black forest that tastes smoother and maknyus. Price does not lie to taste.

“Eumm.” answered briefly, then devoured the rest of the cake on his plate.

“You have two more months of birthday, ask for what gift?” ask me to know. Because Bagas never mentioned anything Edia wanted specifically, so I bought whatever I liked just as a gift. There is no other purpose or purpose than to give. There is no heart beating, or the heart beating until the blood is cold. Just giving, just like that. But this year it will be different.

“Ndon't need. Enough do'a and your presence is enough.”

Bagas spouted his laughter until the contents in his mouth spurt out on the table, and some others hit me.

“Bagas, disgust ih.” protest me while wiping small pieces of almost crushed and wet cake that gushed from inside Bagas mouth.

“Sorry, sorry. Why are you talking about that anyway. It really does, right?” he said while cleaning the table and some that stuck to my negligee.

I was singing angry lips. Ah, naw. Actually just looking for her attention anyway, who knows given. I don't care, I'll be a binnal for my own husband, especially today.

Bagas looks hot today. Handsome face typical of Java which I think is perfect charisma. His eyebrows are thick, his eyes are round in radiance and clear brownish, his nose is pointed with a fairly high bone, his lips slightly reddish and unique shape and sexih. His hair was still half wet, the tank top he was wearing showed his full yellow Langsat skin along with mounds on both arms, and knee-length shorts that of course show the legs of the hairy bulky level that is so tempting. My liar wants to drip it.

“Gas,”

“Hmm.”

“You what gift?”

Again I was treated to a sweet and gentle smile that I had just noticed, looked so beautiful. “What yes?” he thought as he tapped on his chin with his index finger and stared at the ceiling of the room. “The most special gift.”

“What? The obvious dong.”

“A gift that has never existed between us.”

Never been between us? What the hell?!

“Gas, clear talk. I—” my sentence came to a sudden halt and almost choked when an answer burst in my brain. Maybe my guess is right, it could be wrong. “You mean, son?”

Bagas took my hand slowly and grasped it. “May be granted huh? May our efforts succeed, and she is present among us.”

I returned his grasp quite tightly. My heart is like being sliced. How do I start talking to him about my relationship with Hansel? Do I have to keep it a secret until Hansel gets bored and leaves me? And Bagas does not need to know so as not to feel betrayed and hurt? Or.it's better to be honest now before it's too late. Who can eBagas provide solutions.

“Gas,”

“Hmm? Why?”

I'm thinking about it again. It would all be ruined if I spoke now. Okay, Nad. Keep it to yourself for now.

“Ngak. Not so.”

“You mind the gift I want?”

I shook my head in doubt.

“I also will not be ambitious alone for it, Nad. If you mind, you can tell me from now on.”

“No.” sahutku fast while standing and walking trim distance with Bagas. Fuck Hansel. I'm gonna finish my business with Hansel myself. Bagas can't know. “You will get it if you diligently work on it.”

I don't know what Bagas is judging me like now. My words just now, really unlike mine. But I'm glad I can say that.

I sat on Bagas' lap, looked at his perfectly-formed features, and then rubbed one side of his cheek in a soft, gentle gesture. “Come, we work together.”

“But, I don't want to do that if you don't have feelings for me, Nad.”

I'm stumped.

“The child must grow up with affection from both his parents. Not just me, not just you.”

“Iya, you once said that.”

“And now you haven't got that taste to me, have you?” shooting him on target, provoking all the sadness in my heart to surface. Should I deny my feelings for Bagas, again?

No. gabe. I have to make a firm decision. I must confess the feeling that had been present secretly for her.

“You are wrong,” I paused among my own worries about how likely Bagas would give you after this. “I love you, Gas.” And he glued to me. “But, there is one thing that makes me unable to give that feeling completely to you.”

Bagas bent his eyebrows deep enough. “What is it?”

I shook my head with one or two hills of tears that began to fall without me asking. “One thing, which I can't tell you. Because this will be very painful for you.” I said in my heart. []

^^^to be continued.^^^