WHY LOVE
S2 - I'm Yours

I'm yours (i'm yours)

Jakarta

Nico settles down on his king-size bed. His hands stretched out to the side, grabbing it. Ah, it's empty.

He used to sleep with the beautiful Holy, the wife he loved so much. For three nights he slept alone. It feels like there is something lacking.

Nico rolled over grabbing the phone stored in the table lamp. His forehead wiggling. Tumben Suci did not immediately reply to his chat, only in read.

Nico chose to get up and sit down. He switched to calling his wife. Tut connected tone is heard but not also raised. Nico tried to repeat three times, but the result was the same.

Holy again what?

Nico muttered in astonishment.

He switched to contacting Mother. It is possible that the wife again with Mother and her phone is stored in the room. Nico tried positive thinking.

Nico sighs. Contacting Mother is also equally difficult, not lifted.

Another solution, he contacted Sony.

"Hallo, Iko-"

Nico breathed a sigh of relief once Oniw, his slang name Sony, said.

"Oniw, Mommy is the same as me again why? Why isn't the phone picked up?"

"Tante Devi, I saw another conversation inside. Suci just talked to me, continued to the kitchen to take a drink he said. But not back."

Nico frowned at the answer from there.

"Where else is it? What are you talking about as Saints?" Nico asked in full probing, his feelings suddenly unpleasant.

"Gue ngomongiin lo used to be High School here-"

"Are you talking about my relationship with Vita?" Nico cut out Sony's speech quickly.

"He uh," replied Sony while grinning the horse. But of course invisible to Nico.

"Arrgh bang sat lo, Oniw!" There is no other topic than talking about my past. What does it mean try?! The Holy Pantesan won't pick up the phone."

Nico spoke while yelling and cursing at his cousin's brother.

"Sorrys. I don't mean anything. It's just a story of the past."

Either plain or bego reason given Sony. Supposing close, Nico wanted to strangle and scold him to the satisfaction.

"Yes you think it's just 'free'. Elo should be sensitive to the attitude of girls. Women put feelings before logic. I grimly grieved my past. Maybe the Saints are now heartbroken. All because of you!"

Nico's face looked flushed with anger. He put his phone to his ear while pacing back and forth in his room.

"Sorry." The voice sounded full of regret.

Nico throws his phone on the bed after hearing an apology.

He now ruffled his waist with a wrinkled forehead a sign of thinking hard to find a solution.

****

Surabaya

Tok tok tok tok

There was a knock on the door. Saints stretched his body and sharpened his hearing. Whether the knock was on his door or not.

When he heard the door was knocked back, he just came down from the bed with a curve. His body felt tired and uninspired. He grabbed the instant veil that was draped in the chair.

"Eh, Mother-" Saints greeted her in-laws as she opened the door.

"Holy, are you sick?" Mother frowned looking at the face of the daughter-in-law who looked pale.

The saint shook his head. "I'm just sleepy, Bun."

The Holy also invited Mother to enter but was rejected by Mother because she wanted to rest too.

"Mother just wants to say, tomorrow morning we will go back to Jakarta. Nico sent us a ticket. Though Mother plans to go home on the seventh day. But Nico Keukeuh has to go home tomorrow. He called you but didn't pick up he said." Mother Devi raised her eyebrows because she saw the Holy face as if she knew nothing.

"Oh hp I'm silent. I'll call you back later, Bun."

"Yes already, Mother to the room first. You continue the rest. Don't forget to pack your clothes because tomorrow at 7 we leave for the airport."

"Yes, Bun."

The door is closed and locked after Mother leaves.

The saint breathed and exhaled loudly. The mood is down. He grabbed a phone that was located on a dressing table that was in silent mode. No more miss calls from her husband, just a chat sent 30 minutes ago.

"Darling, I'm waiting tomorrow in Jakarta. My wife's heavy kangen. Love you mywife 😘."

"Yes"

The Saints only replied briefly. Somehow he felt lazy typing long, not as usual. But from the bottom of his heart, he also missed the husband.

Morning's approaching.

Sony and Bella approached Suci on the terrace after breakfast together.

"Holy, I'm sorry about last night's chat. About Nico's past story, I was stupid insensitive to your feelings. I thought it was just a past story and the girl in question was dead."

"Holy, I also omelin him. I'm the only one who's just angry dong. If reversed, Nico who tells Sony's past, I will also be angry and hurt. Sorry Sony is Holy." Bella stared regretfully at her husband's mistake towards Saints.

Sacred smiled widely followed by a nod of the head. "I'm not really good. Last night, I bete really. Now just fine (all right)."

Sony and Bella smiled.

Mami Dewi again cried bitterly when hugging Mother Devi who was about to leave. Just the sixth day, the wound due to loss was still gaping. Of course human things but certainly cannot dissolve directly in sadness. May time soon heal.

Saints join in encouraging and praying Mami Dewi agat healthy always and steadfast.

The car brought by Sony drove Mother Devi and Suci to the airport, starting to leave the yard of the house. Bella was in it, taking her to Juanda airport.

****

Jakarta

Nico to the office for only half a day. He could not focus on working because he was restless waiting for the return of the Saints. He is now on the porch pacing mandir waiting for the arrival of the driver who was picking up to the airport.

His smile grew as security opened the gate. Obviously, it was the car that picked up Mother and her wife. The car slowly drove towards him.

Impatiently, as soon as Saint got out of the car, Nico immediately pulled the wife's hand, grabbing her body into the embrace.

"Mas, shame on ya." Saints who were shocked by Nico's behavior became mixed with embarrassment because her husband was hugging tightly in front of Mother and the driver who was lowering the suitcase from the trunk of the car.

"Astagfirullah, Nico. Maen nyosor. So forget the same salim Mother hm?" Mother glared at the behavior of her son. The driver just messed up by looking the other way, pretending not to look.

Nico took off his embrace. Kissing the hand of her mother.

"Mother's not air drunk, right?" Nico smiled slantedly at his mother.

Sontak Bunda rent the ear of his son who had mocked him. "Basin a bad boy."

Saints chuckle. The behavior of her husband and in-laws reminded her of Umi who likes to be seduced as well.

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Nico did not give the Sacred a chance to relax below. He can't wait to talk about what's bothering him. Ignored by his wife last night, made him sleep badly, eat badly.

"Darling-" Nico again hugged Sacred and closed the door of the room with her feet. He kissed his wife's entire face with all his longing.

There was a salty and wet taste stuck to the lips, making Nico stop his activities.

"Darling, why crying? I'm sorry yes. I don't talk about the past because I don't think it matters. Because I don't want to look back. My future is you, beautiful." Nico wiped away the tears on the Sacred cheek. Instead of stopping, even more scattered and sobbing.

Nico hugged back, and rubbed the head of the hijab-wrapped wife.

"Darling, when angry, if hurt, speak up. Let's vent with me. Don't cry like this. Your tears are too precious for me." Nico turned to rubbing the Holy Back.

"I'm not angry. I don't know why I suddenly cry." Saints said sobbing behind her husband's back.

"Mas Nico -"

"Yes dear." Nico pushed Holy's shoulder to look at his face. But Saints hold on to his position.

"You're mine, right?" Saints said looking embarrassed behind Nico's back.

"Yes, I'm yours!"

Nico frowned as Suci switched to sniffing his armpits.

"Dear, do I smell? My clothes are clean and I'm not sweating." Nico sniffed the shirt he was wearing.

The saint shook his head.

"I like it, the smell is different. Nico changed perfume?" Holy still sniffed his nose until Nico's body was pushed against the wall.

"The same perfume." Nico was astonished, feeling that there was something strange about his wife who was now struggling spoiled.

"Mas, I'm sleepy. Go to bed!" This time Holy seemed to close his mouth as it evaporated.

Tumbens. I usually don't like to take a nap.

Although his mind was filled with astonishment, Nico obeyed his wife's invitation.

Saints changed into sleeveless casual clothes with a length above the knees, revealing her smooth white skin.

Nico swallows saliva. His pants became tight because something was wriggling down below.

"Help-" The whine was spoiled, so laying on the bed.

"Honey, I'm so eager-" pinta Nico who now hugs his sleeping wife on his back.

"Not now. I'm sleepy and dizzy." Saints answered with closed eyes.

Nico. He could not bear to see his wife who was exhausted.

Before long, Saints had already fallen asleep with regular breathing.

"You're spoiled and melancholy today, baby. But I like it" said Nico. He kissed his forehead slowly, then inched down and unfolded the folded blanket to cover his wife's legs to the chest. He was not willing, even though a mosquito touched the smooth skin of his beautiful wife.

"I'm yours."

Nico looked back at the bed, as he was about to move towards the door. Both of his eyebrows shot up and commented on the smile of hearing his wife delirious.