Wedding Dust's
4 Bagaskara Adewangsa

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Since deciding to live together, we have been committed to maintaining each other's privacy. Nadya asked for it. He did not want his personal affairs to be meddled by me, and thus, he would not interfere in my personal affairs, including wanting to interfere about me and Hera.

I admit, for the five years we lived and lived together, Nadya never violated that commitment at all. He seemed to have programmed himself not to interfere in my personal matters. But I feel guilty instead. Because here, I'm like a bad person who betrayed a marriage, but it is so because I still have a close relationship with Hera after marriage with Nadya.

I felt, I was too selfish because Nadya had never been in close contact with another man. I did give him a work permit, a year after our marriage went on. But Nadya was never seen, or I heard that she was close to men, even her coworkers. Among those who say. Nadya's friend that one is quite close to me, and Tara—call Antara— often stop by the house after nganter Nadya home. Nadya often nebeng if I cannot pick up because of overtime, or.covenant with Hera. Ah, I'm a dick indeed.

This afternoon, she's spending monthly and I've transferred money to her account a while ago.

The sky is also getting darker when we join the ripples of traffic jams. For some reason, Nadya just silence and occasionally check her phone that is on. Looks like a message with someone. I suddenly kepo.

“Who?” my question was to investigate full of telisik break the silence, making Nadya turn her head when it was also towards me.

“Tara.”

“There is unfinished work?”

I kept watching Nadya, because the car was still faithful at the stop. It's a bad accident because of Sunday night. He shook his head in response, then looked back down at his phone screen which was again on.

“Tara have a boyfriend?”

Idiotically. What the hell am I talking about?

“Why? Want to date her too?”

Oh God. As bad as it is I'm Nadya's eyes. No mistake, I made myself like that Dimata Nadya. Goddamn bum.

“No, Nad.”

“Cirain. If you want later I—”

“Nad, please. Don't talk about it like that.”

I pulled the hand brake lever and stepped on the gas pedal slowly as the car in front of me began to move slowly. Nadya's head nodded followed by a sharp grin at the corner of her lips which today are colored a little orange.

“Sorry, kidding sir. Don't have to be serious. Anyway, I will not accept that Tara must be a rival with Hera.”

I glanced at him again, and Nadya's expression turned mellow. What exactly is going on with him?

“Why you? Like that badmood?” guess I'm from, I hope he's not offended.

“Hah..”.

He did not answer my question, only sighed and then refocused on his phone exchanging messages with Tara. And I decided to focus on driving instead of adding keki.

Arriving at the supermarket parking lobby for our shopping, Nadya went down and tidied up her Coat for a moment, then walked around to the front of the car and stood beside me.

“Tomorrow breakfast masakin what?” he asked, then took a step after I pressed the lock button on the car remote key.

“What yes? Emmm... It's up to you, your cooking never fails me to add.” I said trying to melt the atmosphere.

“Halah, dreadlocks.” who made me giggle and cringe simultaneously, then embrace his shoulder possessive, do not want the eyes that are lurking steal a glance towards Nadya continues to wander.

Regarding cuisine, Nadya is indeed good at making her cooking so delicious. I didn't even hesitate or be ashamed to take the rice again and eat it again at the same time in front of Nadya. I don't know what spice he makes, but honestly I always want to eat at home. My tongue is like refusing outside food and just wanting to taste Nadya's food. If I eat out with Hera, my food is always leftover, never finished. In fact, Hera often says my tongue is upside down because it does not match the cuisine of even star hotels. Crazy right's?

Arriving inside, I took one of the shopping troley and pushed it along with Nadya. We began to fill the basket with various types of groceries. Starting from rice, and the members of the kitchen nightstand. Then move to the area of washing needs, bathing, and finally the contents of the refrigerator.

“I want mango, Nad.”

“Tumben?” his voice, ketus bin judes.

“Pengen aja.”

Then he took two kilos of mangoes with the help of one of the supermarket employees.

“What else?”

Although his face was jutek, Nadya was his person of great concern. Especially when it comes to our health.

“Udah.”

“Banana? Usually you like to eat bananas when you run out of gym.”

“Bby deh. Vegetables do not forget.”

“Ngak. Shop in Ari tea only if vegetables.”

Okay, for one business Nadya is an expert.

We decided to march to the cashier after Nadya checked all the needs and nothing was missed. Not too long, only two people in front of each other. I glanced at Nadya, like she was watching a young mother carrying a toddler, and her husband was flirting with the toddler until the little girl with the cheek of the kingpin laughed loudly while looking fixed on his father's face. Actually I also want to like that, joking with my son who is being carried by...Nadja.

Suddenly my phone shook, making my daydream of a child fall away instantly. I grabbed it from my pants pocket and looked at it. Hera sent a short message on WhatsApp.

Tell your wife, she has no right not to let me meet you.

I frowned, checked the incoming call column, and it turned out that there was indeed an answered call. The conversation didn't last long, just 53 seconds. I lyrics Nadya for a moment again, she is focused staring flat with her jutek face straight forward.

Now I know the reason behind the jutek's face. Nadya is badmood. Hera.

Then I typed a reply for Hera.

He has a right, Ra. She's my wife. Then sent it, and it didn't take long for the reply to come in once more

So, now you're more picky about him?

I pushed the troley and helped Nadya organize our groceries at the cashier's desk for the totals. No more caring about a busy phone vibrating in a pants pocket. Hera's business let it be tomorrow.

...***...

“Kok pouted from earlier?”

I hope Nadya doesn't ask me that.

“Indeed you want to say you have a crazy wife if I keep smiling?”

Nadya is good at hiding all the things that she thinks no one else needs to know.

“Yes not Nad. I didn't see you smile at me?” I said again, putting some fruit in the refrigerator.

“See me!”

I looked over, and he grinned at me. It's so stiff but adorable. “Not that kayak.” I continued to speak while giggling amusedly with joking bokis Nadya.

I stood up, walked towards him, then hugged him from behind which immediately made Nadya stiffen. He turned to the right side where I put my face there. I kissed her lips briefly, then smiled. “I don't know what problem is filling your brain. But,” I deliberately paused, then kissed again his lips, a little long. “. As your friend and life partner, Nad. Tell me all your problems. Share whatever you are trying to do yourself. I'll listen to everything. All the. I will always be there for you.”

The vow. Nadya stole everything that was on me. Honestly, Nadya is a top priority for me. Not anyone, including Hera who had diverted everything and had made me forget the existence of Nadya in my life. But in the end, I could not turn to anyone, he always managed to bring me back to the real house. Nadja. Yes, she is home to me.[]

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