Wedding Dust's
9. Nadya Ayunda

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Don't pick up. I went home to the ojek.

I massaged the temple after successfully sending the message to Bagas. It feels like trouble doesn't stop circling us. There are those that make our brains billow like cigarette smoke, the danger if it continues to be inhaled.

Damnit damnit!

I cursed for the fourth time when I remembered what Tara said at lunch.

Tara said, Bagas asked her to tell me what I was doing with Mr. Hans at the office. Can Bagas do that? Does he not believe me? Why did he go that far as to commit silliness? Does he want me to actually have an affair with Mr. Hansel?

All this time, I never meddled with Hera. But, why is it suddenly possessive just to think that Hansel Tiono who became the head of my new Devisa, is Hansel who he knew when he was in college.

It's not wrong if he anticipates that, because he's my husband. But the way is wrong. Why didn't he just ask me, or believe me? Instead of having Tara give me information secretly without my knowledge. This is what makes me not like, he's been trying to tease me.

From the temple, I turned to press the base of my nose which is now heavy and makes dizziness. Fucking Bagas.

Drrr.

I grabbed my phone and read the incoming messages, from Bagas.

Bagas: I'm already OTW. Want to turn around lazily, so just go to your office

****!!

I'm squeezing my own hands. It was very eager to curse at Bagas this time as well. I glanced at the watch on my wrist, and it was still half an hour away from work.

“Nad, do you want coffee? All right, I want to make.”

Mr. Hans's voice broke my almost explosive emotions. I lifted my face and found her narrow eyes that were hiding more and more because she smiled at me. He is a good and caring boss.

“Ah, no need sir. I do not drink coffee.” reject me smooth, because indeed I have promised to Bagas if I will no longer drink coffee. “Bapak want me to make? All I want to fill my drinking bottle.”

“Ah, no chat right?”

I smiled back as I stood up and grabbed the bottle of drink Bagas bought a year ago. “No. Please Mr. Hans continue with your work only. Coffee business, let it be my business.”

Mr. Hans smiled even wider until his narrowed eyes completely formed a line and submerged his brown pupils. “Thanks. Coffee two spoons, sugar one spoon only yes.”

I nodded then started walking towards the exit and towards the kitchen about to make coffee for Mr. Hans who looked like he was going to be overtime today.

All the way to the kitchen, I kept Bagas in mind. Why is he like that to me? Why doesn't he trust me? Questions like that kept spinning in my head, buzzing loudly for answers and detailed and specific explanations of his purpose being so childishly ridiculous.

Arriving in the kitchen and greeting some janitors who were also leisurely waiting for work hours to end, I took one clean cup from the nightstand. Then reach for a jar containing black coffee, and also sugar in another jar. Bagas once said, if you make coffee, the water must boil. Otherwise, the stomach can be bloated.

Bagas again, Bagas again!

I grabbed one of the pans on the hanger above the sink. Fill it with gallon water, then cook it on the stove top.

My brain kept noisily thinking about Bagas' excessive behavior and unknowingly hurt one side of me. I rested my hands on the edge of the marble table, tapping my fingertips as I was busy looking for the words I would pass on to Bagas when I got home.

Should I just get angry? Or speak four eyes well?

My daydream was scrapped when the sound of boiling water greeted my eardrum. I turned off the fire, and poured water into the small cup I had filled with sugar and coffee.

Although I often make coffee for Bagas, why make coffee for Mr Hans makes me nervous huh? Afraid it doesn't feel right.

I knocked on the door and pushed open the door, then brought a cup of coffee and put it on the desk, Mr. Hans.

“Thank you Nadya..” he said in a cheerful tone like a child given candy. Ah, staring at me deg-degan?

“Sorry if the taste will not match what you want.” I said before the man protested with my coffee.

“Pasti delicious. You enter the dosage as I asked, right?”

I'm nodding. “Iya.”

“Pasti according.”

I returned to smile. This guy is focused in front of a computer screen, but why can the focus be divided so? If it was me, would have been confused by himself if he was concentrating and talking.

“Ah, working hours are over. You can go home now.”

“Father overtime? Is there anything I can help you with for a moment? I'm okay with.”

Mr. Hansel raised his face to answer my words. “Ndon't need. You must be tired, all day pacing up and down the office floor. You better go home and rest. Let's get the maximum work tomorrow, Okey?”

Also true. Not to mention my brain needs entertainment. Netflix is not a bad choice. At home and after dinner, I'd like to see a movie. Yes, it's better than to keep thinking about Bagas.

“Alright then. I resigned first, sir.”

“Oke, be careful to go home.”

“Oh yes Nad. Next week we have work out of town. You accompany me huh?”

***

When I passed through the wide glass door that opened automatically, I immediately recognized Bagas' car parked not far from the entrance gate of the office where I worked. There's a mixed feeling I can't express right now. There were emotions stirring up, there was a sense of pleasure wrapped around the stomach, and of course there was a hint of guilt towards Bagas because I was already hostile to him in silence.

I walked down the steps as many as six pieces when Bagas car moved closer. Then I walked around from the front, and got into the car. Sitting around with Bagas alone made my neck veins like they wanted to explode without cause. It's very desirable to say all the uneg-uneg in my heart, to him.

“So masakin I sop?”

“Eum.” I answered briefly while wearing seatbelt, then Bagas drove the car leaving the office area and mingled with other vehicles on the main road.

“Au—”

“Please don't say anything during the trip.”

Argh...why did I say that? It's very desirable to slap my own mouth because I've spoken rudely to Bagas like that. What if she doesn't accept it, and ends up silencing me forever? I don't want that to happen.

Shifting the guilt, I stared out the window. I don't know why instead of being calm, I'm getting scared. Sorry, Gas. I didn't mean to talk to you.

“Sorry for my attitude to you, nad.”

I'm still in my position. Lying if I just want to be silent do not want to talk, I feel like I want to answer the apology Bagas with sentences that have been urgent and forced out of the esophagus. But still, I hold it.

“Should have, I didn't ask Tara—”

“I'm just asking for help, don't say anything until we're home.”

Bagas was silent for a while, but I could feel his anger from the way he drove the car we were riding, recklessly. I also heard he was cursing at people who were overtaking his car, even though they did nothing wrong with traffic.

And when I got home after I opened the door, Bagas pulled my wrist so hard that I turned to face him. His eyes were sharp, his lips were tightly clenched, and his jaws looked stiff. “Stop working from that place.” he said without further ado to make me feel like I was struck by lightning in broad daylight.

I laughed blandly. So this is really just because of Hansel Tiono?

“Ngak.”

“Why?”

“What's the reason?” todongku without mercy. I have been holding back all day. And it's time for everything to explode. “Because Hansel? Kemakan.” my midget underestimated with a slanted smile on the corner of the lips.

“Keerakan? Nad, I just don't want you—”

“Check?!” I shouted with a flat expression. This is what trust is in a home relationship. If you can not trust your partner, until whenever your relationship will not calm down. “You don't believe me?”

“Neither Nad. You don't know who Hansel is.”

I threw away my face, folded my lips sharply and then grazed my turf because it's a slumber not to play. “Don't I tell you, Mr. Hansel is a new boss who still needs my help, Gas. But you went too far to bring Tara to spy on me! You are outrageous, Gas.” I continued with a low voice slightly vibrating. I'm still trying not to shed a cry in front of Bagas.

There was no answer Bagas said to defend himself.

“I don't know your problem with Hansel in the past. But I don't like you treating me like a wife who is not fair with her husband. I don't like you like this, Gas. Because all this time, I have never interfered with your relationship with your woman!”

I twisted my body, preparing to leave Bagas who was still silent. But it's a liability if I just say a piece of those sentences without cover. I decided to look to the right until I found the shadow of Bagas on the tail of my eyes. Then, in a cold tone I said,

“Don't blame me if what you're trying to accuse me is, so real.” []

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