WHY LOVE
S2 - Eat First!
Nico
He turned his head several times to the left and right, looking back and looking for the existence of the Saints who had not returned. Perhaps Suci was talking with his relatives, he was thinking positively.
It's been half an hour. He began to worry and chose to follow Suci to the toilet while carrying his wife's bag.
While walking, his eyes watched as the spot passed. In case the Saints were among the crowd of invited guests.
"Who's looking, son?" A Mamak in his 60s greeted him who was drowning in front of the female toilet hallway. He had already asked the people who came out of the toliet, asking if he saw a pregnant woman inside. But everything shook.
"My wife went to toliet. But it's been half an hour hasn't come back inside." He looked worried with a frown.
"Crystals?" Ask Mamak probing.
"My wife is wearing a light brown dress, another big pregnant will be 8 months." He answered while directing his gaze to see along the side terrace which is visible to some guests as well as crew catering who then passed by carrying food stock into the building.
"Holy, right?"
"What is Umi Afifah?" Mamak who now sits on the long bench in front of the mosque adjacent to the toilet, guessed correctly.
"Ah yes, right. Mama see?" It sparkles and draws near to Mamak.
"Almost just." Mama breathed a long breath.
It cringes. Not yet understood by the purpose of Mamak's speech.
"Sacred was about to fall on the wet floor. But there's a young man like you who helped him. The Holy Body did not fall. I guess it was her husband. You're her husband."
He was surprised to hear the story of the mother. "Do you know where the Saints went?"
"So in that direction-" Mamak pointed to the front yard attached a blue tent of white combination.
He did not forget to say thank you before he went to the front tent which was crowded in and out of invited guests who wanted to eat while sitting.
It turned out that it was not difficult to find a Sacred existence in that place. He saw Saints talking and laughing at a man. Both of them looked familiar and Saints looked engrossed in playing the man's phone.
That guy is....
The beginning of the feeling shrouded in anxiety turned into a chest-burning heat. He walked quickly towards the two people sitting down laughing.
"HOO!!!"
He tried to suppress the anger and jealousy that burned the chest to see the scene.
"Eh, Mas Nico."
The saint looked shocked at his presence. But then smiling happily looking at him.
"Mas, it's Bang Rafa." Saints seemed cheerful introducing Rafa to her. Perhaps Saints assumed he had forgotten about the man.
He still stared with a sour face.
"What's kaba, Nico?" Rafa stood up and extended a hand inviting him to shake hands.
"Good." Reluctantly he shook that hand and answered flatly.
"Oh yeah, I'm all good, just go back first." Rafa clenched his hands in front of his chest staring at Sacred.
"Bang Rafa, thank you for that."
He saw Saints smiling with eyes full of appreciation to Rafa.
What the fuck...
He clenched his hand in anger.
"Together, Holy. Well-maintained yes!"
Rafa left after saying hello.
"Mas, sit-" Sacred told him to sit in the chair of the former Rafa sitting.
He chose to sit on the side seat of the Holy One. His face looked bent and sour.
"I'm worried about looking for you. It turns out you're just laughing with your ex." He snorted annoyedly with a reddened face.
The saint changed his sitting position towards him.
"Mas Nico, jealous?" Suci looked startled and looked at his face full of probing.
He just stayed with the acid face water. His breathing sounded heavy.
"Mas, don't misunderstand." The saint grabbed his hand and cupped it over the stomach.
He felt a strong movement of the baby in his wife's stomach. His facial water suddenly turned astonished and sparkling.
"Our son is agitated to feel his father angry with me." Sacred seemed to grimace and complain while straightening his back.
"Dear, why? Is anyone sick?" He looked frantically at Saints who were regulating the breath.
"Baby is moving very strongly. It feels sick." Suci rubbed her stomach slowly so that the baby was calm.
He rubbed his Holy stomach gently. "I'm sorry, I'm jealous. He's your ex."
"Mas Nico, listen to my explanation....."
He focused on listening to the sacred story. Along with that, his anger gradually subsided and his jealousy evaporated.
He shook fast.
"Don't talk like that, baby. I'm sorry." He grabbed the Holy Head into his chest and rubbed it affectionately. Fear of losing.
"Beautiful, wait here. Don't go anywhere!" He said firmly. The saint only nodded with an astonished face seeing him leave in haste.
"Rapha!"
He managed to find Rafa in the parking lot when he was about to get into the car.
"Thank you for helping the Holy One." He stood opposite Rafa beside the car.
Rafa nodded with a thin smile.
"Dispose of your jealousy."
"I will not take the Saints from you."
He's speechless. Suddenly his tongue was confused because he had bad thoughts towards Rafa.
"Take good care of him. Don't let you have a fate like me. Losing."
He reached out to shake Rafa's hand.
"May you soon find new happiness." He sincerely prayed for the gentleman before him.
Rafa just smiled and patted her shoulder before getting into the car.
****
The white-covered and white-colored bridal room gave off the scent of fresh flowers. The combination of roses, jasmine, and ylang, gives a refreshing sensation of the sense of smell and relaxes the mind.
Rahma rearranged after opening and tidying the goods into her wardrobe, while waiting for Malik to return his prayers from the mosque. The shipping box he moved to another room so that the room is not messy. Now the room is clean and tidy.
The crackling sound of the doorknob opening from outside made his heart thump. That must be Bang Malik, the inner.
Rahma felt wrong. Confused what to do when Malik went into the room and changed his clothes with casual clothes that he had prepared. For the first time she was alone in a room with a stranger who was not her family.
"Cock-awkwardly?"
Rahma. Because Malik was already standing in front of him with a smile.
"Eh--" Rahma stammered. Can't say.
Malik grabbed Rahma's hand, who had now become his wife.
"Rahma, I'm so happy today." Malik kissed his wife's hand full of emotion. "Thank you for being my life partner. Always remind me if there's a wrong attitude." Malik looked gently at Rahma. A look at the eyes that radiate waves of love.
"I'm also very happy, Bang." Rahma returned the gentle gaze of her husband. He found it difficult to say more because his heart was too tight. As if it contains a magnet, the views of the two lock together without being able to switch.
Malik slowly brought his face closer. A warm breath felt on Rahma's face which then chose to close his eyes.
Rahma's heart and mind are raging. What Malik will do next. When he closed his eyes, a strong breath was more and more felt on his face. When something soft and supple touches his lips....
Tok tok tok tok
Rahma was surprised to hear the door being knocked down hard. So that he reflexively distanced the face that turned out to be so with the face of Malik. Hardly a distance.
"With...eat first!"
That's Uma's scream.
Rahma and Malik looked at each other and laughed together.
"Eat first he said, Bang." Rahma blushed with a red face.
"Yes yes. Let there be energy." Malik raised his eyebrows.
"Ish, Brother what the hell." Rahma looked away because she again blushed in shame.
"I can't wait to see you without a hijab." Malik stroked the delicate face of Rahma who was still wrapped in an instant hijab. He was so admiring the sculpture of natural beauty without the polish.
"Come on Bang, eat first!"
"Just a second!" Malik pulls Rahma's hand, who will step towards the door.
"I want to be like this for a minute!" Malik hugged Rahma who had been kosher for him. A hug so tight and tight. So that each can feel the heartbeat beating fast. The two close each other's eyes enjoying the swirling and galloping that cause the sensation of body heat.
Seven minutes passed.
Malik slightly unraveled his embrace with disordered breathing.
Outside the window where they were standing, the moon seemed to shine brightly behind the pitch-black night sky.
His finger slowly rubbed Rahma's soft lips which still closed her eyes. The slightly open pink lips made him tempted to taste it.
He will only menelu mat lips that tempt the desire after tasting it and feel the sweetness.
Tok tok tok tok
"With...eat first!"
Back pounding at the door and the screams of both Uma sounded louder.
...Seriate...