Wedding Dust's
8. Bagaskara Adewangsa
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I stepped on the floor of the house at exactly seven in the evening. The streets are pretty crowded tonight, and I can't realize my desire to take Nadya for a walk. He must have refused because it was too late, and asked me to just sleep so that the body would be fresh tomorrow morning.
The living room lights on, it means Nadya has arrived at home. I hope he cooks because I'm so hungry after the gym. I even chose not to eat and broke my promise with Hera, for the umpteenth time.
I closed the car door with a little energy until it thumped hard enough. Then I walked quickly towards the door, rushing over to quickly meet Nadya.
The message Tara sent this afternoon was quite alarming to me. Tara said, Nadya overtime together with their new head of the Division. That means, Nadya was only with Hansel for an hour. Without the company of anyone? Or am I over-defining the meaning of both, here?
After closing the door, I saw Nadya relaxing on the living room sofa while watching an action movie from Netflix. I approached.
“You've eaten, Nad?”
“Udah.”
I hope he doesn't order fastfood like he said this morning on WhatsApp.
“What cooking?”
“Ah, sir Hans bought me this afternoon after coming home overtime. But I made you gudeg tuh.”
Dining together. Hansel's first steps for Nadya. I was suddenly upset and threw my briefcase on the sofa beside Nadya to her surprise.
“What the hell is Gas. You're not afraid your iPad is broken to throw so?” grimly while staring intently at my eyeball.
“Nggak.” I replied briefly then walked towards the dining table. Take a plate and fill it with some rice. I was hungry and wanted to burn my emotions.
Nadya walked closer. Surely he'll nag because I ate before I cleaned up. It was the thing Nadya hated the most. She doesn't like it when I eat without taking a shower first after work.
“Mandi first.”
I was so angry, I didn't care at all about Nadya. All I have in my brain right now is Nadya and Hansel eating together. Maddened. Why am I emotional about this? Though I was not much better than Nadya who never even denied our marriage by being in a relationship with other men.
Or, is this Nadya's first step to do it? Looking for a new backer who can better understand himself? Otherwise, why would he accept the invitation of a man who was even a day old he knew instead of rejecting him. As far as I know, Nadya is not easily approached by anyone.
“Gas, shower du—”
“I'm hungry, Nad. Masa'you want to question the cleanliness of your hungry husband?”
The sarcasm made Nadya stand beside me. I glanced at him at a glance and was relieved that it managed to make him disappointed. Does he not feel, how disappointed I am that he chose to eat with other men?
“You why the hell?”
“I'm hungry.” I replied still do not carry out Nadya's edict, instead devouring rice that I have given gudeg and fried chicken and Nadya's pastry sauce that became my favorite.
“Ck!! Whatever!”
She went. Leaving me alone at the table eating with a messed up mind. I held back all the anger that kept burning my heart because of Nadya. I held him back from exploding on Nadya.
The bedroom door thumped hard. Nadya was now probably in the grip of emotions because I did not comply with her desire to clean up before eating. But strangely, why was I relieved to see Nadya angry like that?
Waitaminute! Is this what you call jealousy?
***
The next day, Nadya did not refuse when I drove to the office. But his face still looks sour—jutek begging for mercy— probably because of my attitude to him last night.
“What time will I be home? I picked up.” I said starting a chat after almost thirty minutes in the car, we didn't say anything.
“Ndon't need. I'm with Tara aja.”
“Ngak. Later I pick up.” answered me stubbornly who got a sharp spotlight from Nadya. In addition to moody, Nadya is the person who does not like to be forced.
“Terusah.” answer ketus, remove seatbelt then pull the car door hook and prepare to exit.
Nadya turned her head, her face looked even more annoyed and I felt guilty this time. I'm missing maybe?
“Fetch me at four.”
A smile rose on my lips hearing her thin answer. Nadya doesn't mind, it means everything is fine, right?
***
The office is not too busy. The work has been completed, I just need to check some file reports from the staff and give signatures in some completeness of credit submissions from customers. Just when I glanced at the clock, someone knocked on the door and then poked out from behind the door. He's Tiara, from customer service.
“Good day, sir. There are guests for mr.”
“Tuest?” as I recall, I didn't have any appointments today.
“Iya, miss Hera, sister father.”
I introduced Hera as a brother in the office. There is no way I know him as my lover, because the office knows my wife is Nadya Ayunda, not Herayani Andar, a beautiful woman who spilled over but cold expression bin jutek half mamvus, good and have a heart as soft as silk. That's my Nadya, I know her well. He does not want the good he does to be a place of judgment of others, and prefers to do good in silence. If the right hand gives, the left hand does not know, so the principle that he holds until now.
“Ah, just ask to enter.”
“Good, sir.”
Not for ten minutes, Hera had already greeted me with her smile. Her beautiful Hera was still a few levels below Nadya. Eh?
He walked over and hugged me briefly, not forgetting to put a light kiss on my lips. Not happy, why am I even afraid if Hera gets hurt if she knows me now? I'm trying to pull away from him. I was trying to accept Nadya as a woman, who deserves to be called a wife.
“Why not tell me you're here?” I asked for pleasantries that greeted his pursed lips as a sign of disgust.
“How are you? Your guy on the phone didn't answer?”
I nodded with a smile and rubbed his neatly tied blonde hair. “Sorry. I've been busy, work lately piled.”
“Iya? Not that you are busy with your wife anymore?”
That too. Hera, you already know that but instead ask. I want to laugh.
“Ah, that also includes anyway. Nadya is sensitive and irritable when I'm cuek.”
“Reason!”
“You're still mad because he answered your phone?” I asked, trying to find other topics that might make Hera come here.
“Angeder. Banget! Why did he answer my phone? You too! Why did I reply to my message? Don't you love me anymore?”
I'm riveted. All this time, I loved Hera. But I love Nadya more and never imagined if to lose the figure of a friend and also a wife who cares for her husband.
“You changed, Gas.”
I looked at Hera right in the pupils of her eyes. Then get distracted by the Vibra movement of my phone from the table that creaks strong enough. A message came in Tara's name. My focus was split between the message from Tara and Hera that was with me.
“Who?” Hera. He was curious about the sender of the message.
“Tara, meet me.”
Then I grabbed the phone out of curiosity at the news Tara told me.
Tara: Sorry, Gas. Cave keceplosan told Nadya that Lo asked the cave to give information to elo about him and Mr. Hans. Not really intentionally. Keceplosan. Nadya kayak is badmood now. Really sorry, Gas.
I let out a breath. I've anticipated this. Sooner or later, Tara will definitely get caught by Nadya. Huh, confusing.
With lightning speed, I typed in a reply.
Yes already. Nothing Ra. Thank you for telling me and helping me. Sorry also made Nadya jutek to you, surely right?
Thankyou so much, and then, sorry.
I put the phone a little rough on the table, then put on my hair and rubbed the rough face. I'm sure there will be a world war tonight. Nadya will definitely blow her emotions at me, because I've been too much meddling in her affairs. Even though I know I have a right to all of that. But we had agreed from the beginning, agreeing not to interfere in each other's personal affairs, which turned out to be unfeelably violated.[]
^^^to be continued.^^^