Wedding Dust's
5. Nadya Ayunda

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“Where are you? We didn't meet?”

I'm riveted. What was my feeling this morning was true. Bagas did not mean it with his words. He wasn't overtime, all these words this morning were just nonsense.

“Halo? Bee?”

I took a deep breath, trying to neutralize all thoughts so that my emotions would not explode on Hera. But my sarcastic tone I can't cover up, I hate it when another woman contacts Bagas, my husband.

“It's me, Nadya.”

There is no truth from across. Silence created for a moment. Perhaps, the woman was wondering why until I answered the phone from her, not Bagas.

“Bagas is going to back for a while. If you really need to talk to him, contact him nan—”

“Please once you answer a phone call from Bagas phone. Is this privacy?!”

I was surprised by this woman's words. Why is he as if the betrayed side here? God, please...

“I know. But I'm his wife. I have the right to this.”

“No shame.”

I, who was already emotional because of his words, squeezed my dress quite strongly. I hate that phrase.

“Do not disturb Bagas. He's my husband!”

I ended the call and Bagas appeared from the direction of the room after I put his phone back on. I totally reneged on the commitment we made. I should have just let the call go. If Bagas finds out, I don't know how angry he will be because of his privacy.

I hid it by being ignorant and indifferent. Until we finished shopping, and put everything in place while chatting. I was suddenly startled by two Bagas burly arms that suddenly wrapped around my waist. He kissed me twice, then asked me to say what I was thinking until I was indifferent to him. He's willing to listen. But, would he accept if I told him about what I said to Hera earlier?

All right, just try it.

“You can be mad at me if you don't like what I'm going to say to you.”

I felt Bagas' embrace growing tighter on my waist. “A-I, just answered Hera's call from your phone.”

Why is Bagas silent? Shouldn't he be mad at me? Feeling Bagas was just listening, I continued my sentence. “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

I swallowed hard. Afraid that Bagas would really vent and spill all his anger on me after this. I was afraid she was disappointed that I had broken the deal and defiantly interfered with her personal matters by answering a phone call from her lover. “I said no good to Hera. He looks angry.”

“What are you talking about?”

A trick question I've been fishing for myself. Stupid, I should have kept quiet and remained indifferent to Bagas even though he said sweetly and promised to listen to everything.

“I... forbid it to bother you again.”

Not angry. I even felt warm air greeting my neck skin when the sound of Bagas laughter caught my dragon senses. He kissed my nape softly until a pecking sound came from his lips.

Irritated, I patted hard on his arm that was still comfortable on my waist. He laughed harder. As if not playing, I pinched small until he complained then took off the hug and rubbed the marks I made. “Sick Nad.”

“One of whom makes it bad.”

“Lho, really? It turns out that Nadya Ayunda, the wife of the manager of the small People's Bank, was ferociously begging for mercy. Like a hungry lion in emotion mode.”

For whatever sake, I'd love to squeeze the sens*ual lips of that man. Make hot cheeks. “Tau ah! It's up to you!”

I got up, took the soup sauce bowl and turned on the microwave. I am hungry and want to eat a lot. The words Bagas managed to wake my eating navsu.

“Mrs Ade, please prepare a plate for Mr Ade too huh? Hungry.”

I really want to throw the jail face with five centi heels that I'm wearing. Doesn't he know that he's making a girl like this?

Bagas disappeared from sight, making a smile rise on my lips without me asking. My cheeks are like being burned, and I can't lie if this Bagas is the one who managed to make me last this far.

***

The clock pointed to the number eleven night, but I was still busy with my own thoughts. Bagas had calmed down, or had even fallen asleep. But I still can't shut down at all. The coffee effect of starbak?

I grabbed the phone, opened the photo gallery I saved on my Google Drive. There, there are so many memories that I keep with people I consider important in my life. Bagas Included.

Memories in the form of photos are still stored neatly there. Our photo since wearing white gray uniform, then different color campus alma mater. Ah, I remember, even though our college was far away, Bagas always took the time to pick me up and drive me home. He is a good friend and tireless, until now also still the same.

My finger kept scrolling the screen until it came to our wedding photo. That's where it all started. We distance ourselves and act not like ourselves. Error, only I am not acting like myself to cover everything up. Covering my anger and ego because Bagas prefers other women over our marriage which has become real. We stand side by side. Bagas smiled when he looked at me who was staring at the camera. This photo is my favorite to date. Bagas looks handsome with a tuxedo, a smile, and a hairdo that makes him look so charming.

Unexpectedly in the next minute, I felt the bed bouncing slowly which made me hurriedly press the back button on the lower end of the phone. Then felt a possessive hug from Bagas' stocky arm around my waist along with his legs that severed both of my thighs.

“Why haven't you bobo Nad?” ask her with a hoarse voice.

“Neither can sleep. Because the coffee was like.” I answered trying to find a relevant reason so that he did not suspect.

“Then, next time do not have to drink coffee.”

I nodded obediently to Bagas' words.

“If you can't bobo, all of you patching ya?” her door. I know where this talks, because Bagas kissed and sipped my neck in a row.

“You're not tired?” I asked, afraid if he was exhausted and tomorrow I also woke up from exhaustion.

“Ngak.”

“You if your bed problem never complains tired. Wonder me same you, Gas.”

Bagas laughed and again kissed my neck and then rose to press both of my thighs that only wore pajama pants on the knees. “Don't forget the safety.” said I don't want to be helped and make Bagas disappointed. []

^^^to be continued.^^^

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