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No words for today ...
Just looking at it, is enough ...
No need to dive into the heart ...
All was seen as the eyes were clenched ...
He's foreign ...
Next, it will remain foreign ...
He let me wonder ...
What does my presence mean to him ...
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My gaze was distracted by the sound of my feet stepping down the stairs. A tall man with young ash. Hair drizzle with charming facial water.
Uh! Why is it that more and more days, its existence is so disturbing me?
"Rheshim ... Rhesa!"
"Huh?! Yea?!" The cry of Mas Dirga broke my daydream.
"You glared, when you saw me. Did I look good this morning?" Dirga rolled her eyes.
"Iih .. ge-er very, very!" myrag. "Breakfast, hunt me down late for college, nih!"
"Where is Mom? How, you cook?" ask Mas Dirga, looking for his ART.
"I told you to clean up. If you only make breakfast for us, I'm enough myself."
"Ehm .. Lucky for me. Have a beautiful wife, pinter cook again," said Mas Dirga with the rest.
A single sentence was meaningless to him, but a little tickled my heart.
It had started to become commonplace, when I left for college with him who was leaving for work. Sometimes I think hard about our relationship. This guy beside me is pretty good as a husband. But baby, it seems like I'm just a little sister to him.
"This is for you." Dirga gave me a credit card. "For shopping, your house needs and your pocket money."
"No need. I still have money, okay."
I pulled out my hand and held it in my palm and said, "Listen! Although our relationship is not the same as other barriers, in law and religion you are still my legal wife. It is my duty to meet all your needs. No need to feel awkward!"
It is your attitude that makes me uncomfortable. While I was busy keeping my distance from you, you did all your duties as a husband to me.'
I wanted to throw out a piece of that sentence, but my tongue was sore.
"Diem? Let's kiss hands and get to class!" mas Dirga said, extending his hand to me.
Holding back a little laughter, I reached up to his back and I brought him to kiss him solemnly.
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Ah, finally! My life as a student began. With the hard-earned scholarship I got, of course I will score a brilliant achievement at this campus.
"Rhesa!" A sweet girl, long-haired a little curl, came up to me. "Yuk, go to the cafeteria first! Laper, here!"
"OK, shit!"
He's Cindy. My new best friend in Psychology. His son is super crowded and nice.
***
"Well! Karina is cool, yes! High up with a beautiful face like a model. I am both a girl, to the point of admiring her beauty. He's really a prima donna majoring in medicine of our generation."
"That's you, Rhes!" say Cindy, while putting a spoonful of meatballs in her mouth.
Almost all of the students' eyes in the canteen are centered on Karina. He is the son of the owner of Jaya Medika Hospital. Incredible beauty with a watered-down brain. The real luck.
"Hay, Cindy! Long time no see."
Eh?! Lho?!
Suddenly Karina came to greet Cindy and sat down next to her.
"How are you?" ask Karina.
"What, anyway?! Don't be so familiar, huh!" Cindy looks upset.
"Where might not you know?" karina. "Didn't your boyfriend dump you because he fell in love with me? Even though I rejected him because he's not my type, anyway!"
"You!" cindy shouted with an annoyed face.
"So you're one High School?" my many. "You guys look familiar, huh?"
"Of course" said Karina.
"Not at all!" sergeant Cindy. "I can't possibly be, I'm as familiar as a girl as she is."
They look funny. Karina with her flat face, while Cindy with an always fiery attitude. Although they always have differences of opinion, they keep each other. It seems like they were close friends once.
***
"Who, is that? Very handsome. Artist isn't, anyway?"
"Luxury car, tuh!"
The clock came home. There were several students in a group in front of the campus gate. The three of us who were curious, finally joined in between them.
"Mas Dirga's? Why her?" muttered.
"Hey, I think he's on his way to us, huh, guys," Cindy said.
Duh! Dirga walked towards me. I started to get confused because everyone was throwing their eyes at us.
A sophomore is picked up by a handsome man who looks twisted.
"Rhesa, let's go home!"
All eyes look towards us. Including two of my best friends who gawked at the astonishment of seeing this man's hand protrude at me.
"See you tomorrow, guys."
I immediately pulled Mas Dirga's hand into the car and told him to quickly leave the campus location.
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"Mas Dirga don't have to pick me up again!" I said pissed.
"Lho why? You're ashamed, are you seeing your friends?"
"Dirga didn't see that?
All the girls over there glaring at you. Their eyeballs like they're gonna jump out. They look so amazed that's the same Mas Dirga."
"You jealous?" My husband seemed giggling.
"W-what?! No! Where's possible?" I was misbehaving.
"If there's one, you can say I'm your brother, right? We look more like brothers than couples."
That's how he behaves with me. He's spoiled me, so good to me. Apparently he only thinks of me as a little brother. Ah, a little laugh tucked away in this little heart.
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Slowly, I opened my husband's room door. Usually, Maghrib off like this he is engrossed with a laptop on his lap. Immediately I went down to the kitchen and asked my ART.
"So Mas Dirga called the same father was told to the office, there was a sudden meeting. Rhesa's mom is again in the bathroom, so drop me off" Siti told me.
"Oh, that! Lha .. This is like a proposal. Who's it, Mommy?" my many.
"Owalah .. surely Mas Dirga missed that proposal."
"Well, let me go there if that's it!"
MAHESA CORPORATION is a fashion company. Clothes, bags, shoes, make-up, and the like. The company is managed by Om Mahesa and also my husband.
Aunt Dessy is a fashion designer at the company. But specifically for the wedding dress. So, it's not wrong if all my relatives say, that I'm a very lucky girl because I'm in the middle of this amazing family. They say that because they don't know that my marriage is not normal.
"Where's Mas Dirga room, huh?" I asked the receptionist.
"Have an appointment?"
"Ah .. i---"
"What is the village girl doing in this office?!" a woman standing behind me.
"Claras?!"
The crazy woman who made my husband leave me on our wedding night.
Ughhhh! I want to get her hair.
"What are you doing here?" ketusus.
"Why do you have to know?" I don't lose to him.
"It's so cool, is it a person? You feel like a big lady, you?!" snapped at me.
"Yes. I am the mistress here. I'm the heir wife of this company. What do you want, you?!" my growl.
She really is a shameless madwoman.
She thought I'd be flabby like a drama queen?
Don't dream!
My pride is too high to be trampled by a woman like her.
"Let me tell you!" Clara whispered to me. "Maybe at Dirga's house is your husband, but in the office and outside the house, he's mine."
The witch grinned to leave me.
Clara was really testing patience. If only we weren't in my in-laws' office, I'd have stepless mouth.
My breath feels hunting-dejected to remember the face sucks the woman. I threw the proposal I brought on Mas Dirga's desk.
"Thank you for bringing him here. I was helped," he said with a happy face. "Why are you pouting like that?"
"Why didn't Dirga say he was here?" investigate, restrain emotions.
"He who?"
"Who else? Arm me!" my growl.
"Clara means?"
Geez! He even knew his name as soon as I told him his girlfriend.
"He works here. He's my secretary" he answered without sin.
"What?!" my peek. "How can you not tell me this? You even spend the whole day with him? Ohw .. was awesome! I feel like a fool now. It's worth it that the sorcerer laughed at me."
"What now .. are you jealous?"
I was wide open to hear his question. Of jealousy? It's crazy, huh? What is jealousy for?
"You need to know! Clara and I are not what you think they are" said Mas Dirga. "After all, why are you upset if I have a relationship with Clara? Isn't our marriage just a covenant like the one you wrote on the paper?"
His words felt right in my heart.
"Rhesa, actually .. You want me to think of you as what?" The man walked over to me. "As my sister ... or ... as my wife?"
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