Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 7 ~
A few days passed, since last night, I deliberately silenced Bima because I was still upset with her who seemed to underestimate me.
I did not talk to Mas Bima at all and always avoided if at home.
Her father Lala who has a level of sensitivity beyond normal limits, always knows what my mood is like, either when I'm upset with her, or when I feel fine with this relationship.
Like now, I was upset with him, he seemed reluctant to ask for my help.
It was marked with Bima mas who put his own dirty clothes into the washing machine.
If our condition is fine, the point is not this tight because of the effect of the conversation that night, mas Bima will definitely let me go to her room to pick up dirty clothes in the basket of clothes I have provided in the corner of her room.
But at dawn, when I was about to wash my clothes, all the official clothes and daily t-shirts mas Bima was already inside the washing machine.
Likewise at breakfast, he poured his own water into a glass, but I always do if my mood is calm.
Mas Bima was really very sensitive to my feelings, but insensitive to my dislike for his meeting with his former sister-in-law.
"Your husband is still that, Bi?" Ask Riska, my office mate.
"Hmm" I responded as I sipped ice tea, complete with my head nodding slowly.
We were having lunch breaks, trying to exchange stories about our husbands.
Either more mending mana, Riska's husband who too let his parents interfere in the household, or I was ignored by Bima mas. It seems like both of them are equally terrible to run.
Riska's husband is in love with her, but her in-laws don't like her. While I, my good in-laws were at the top of the efferest, but my husband was half dead, the cold even reached minus zero degrees Celsius.
Yes, everyone has different tests. And Allah will not test his people beyond his means.
Like me for example, because I was considered capable, so He gave me this test.
"You think at home how does it look? in view of the face, body and ethics, you think that you're perfect, you know, what makes that ice man yet to see you?"
"Oh, I don't know"
"Is it possible he still loves his ex-wife?"
"If that seems like a no-no, Ris" My head deflected Riska's guess. "Soalah pas his sister mbak Hana asked, if if if Mbak Hana asked for a reference, whether mas Bima would accept it. And at that time Bima's answer would never be, even if it was for Lala's sake. But strangely, after the Gesya heard Bima's reply, he was like prancing. I think he did hope that Bima mas would not refer to him as mbaknya"
Riska and I suddenly brought our neutrals together.
"Why Ris?" ask me when I realize the highlight is different from my coworkers.
"You don't know the same about Gesya, Bi? even though I immediately prejudiced that no-loh"
"You mean?" my many. If I may guess, I think Riska has the same instinct as me. If Gesya really likes Bima.
"Don't, that woman likes your husband, Bi"
Right, right my guess.
"Yes" I replied casually.
"If you really love, don't let him snatch Bima's mas from you Bi"
"But if Bima loves him, what can I do?"
"I think not, Gesya is not his type Bima like"
My forehead wince in wonder.
"It looks like Bi, you have to make your husband fall in love with you, try to look eccentric at home"
"Nyentric how does that mean?" my question is not to understand.
"You're wearing such sexy clothes"
"Ish can't be, there's Lala at home, there's a security guard too"
"Yes try if Lala is asleep, you pretend to digerjain something in the TV room or kitchen with your sex clothes, it is not possible also, Sattam enter the night. Keep talking to him later" he said with a serious highlight.
"Speak what?"
"Well, for example, you ask your husband if he is related to his ex-sister-in-law"
I was so excited to hear Riska's advice.
"If that's not possible!"
"Yes, but if he warned me about interfering in his personal affairs, I would be confused about what else to say. You know, when it comes to romance, it's already entered into the realm of privacy of her father Lala"
"Yes, she has enough to look like a woman at night, to start it, later pay attention to how your husband responds"
"Should it?" tanyaku who was immediately nodded by Riska.
Will it work? not only did Riska suggest that, mbak Za and mbak Kanes also once gave such advice, instead my two brothers-in-law asked me to learn from Nina's mother, because I heard, because I heard, mother Nina was like me at the beginning of her marriage.
Ah, but yes, I must be an affair mas Bima. Don't cheat, just date I'm not good. In addition, if I learn to mother Nina can be dangerous, mother and mother are good friends, ninety percent of mother will be crita to mami.
"Arimbi" Riska's call along with her hand touching my arm jolted me.
"Huh-yes?"
"Think what?"
"I'll try your advice Ris"
"Good Bi, spirit!"
"But how did I feel like a bad woman, a man's tease"
"The man is your own husband, it's okay, it's halal" Sergey tried to justify his words. "Absolutely, you keep wearing a hijab at home, Bi?"
I nodded in response. "There's a security guard outside. I also had to reprimand the same Bima. Because I did not wear a hijab, there was a friend who suddenly came, Bima mas immediately told me to go to the room to take a bergo, after the guest came home, Bima mas immediately said make do not repeat, "
"It seems complicated also if back and forth off the hijab" I added after swallowing my last chew.
"How's raibet?"
"Yes complicated, later out of the house in use, enter the house on the loose, out again use again, not to mention if there are guests or subordinates of Bima mas who come. The doorbell has tang-tang ting-ting, I'm afraid the hijab is not nemu"
"Yes also si, but in trying to fit the nights, who knows he was directly on and ngajak the first night"
"You know, .. I'm just upset with him" I cut him off. "How about you?"
"Yes, as long as my husband is good with me, love and love, continue to love money, I relax si. I don't think too much about in-laws, so they're my husband's parents"
"Hmm, we give it to the parents, however, the husband's ridho is still with his mother"
Dissolved with unprofitable chatter, know the break is over. We both walked to the office.
"Don't you pick up Lala, will Bi?" Ask Riska in the middle of our steps.
"No, his father's going to pick him up"
Only Riska was the only co-worker who knew about my household matters. Both from the cold nature of Bima mas, his daughter Bima who did not want me to stay, also about me who is still virgin when he was married for two years.
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Work hours are approaching the office. Just as I was tidying up some documans, the phone on my desk flickered. There is an incoming message notification from the Bima mas number.
My phone is always in silent mode, sometimes do not realize that there is a phone, while this time several times Bima mas call.
Three missed calls and one chat from him.
That instant I immediately opened a message from Lala's father.
Mas Bima: "Later to pick up Thalia, Bi! I have a friend's appointment, can't pick him up. Sorenya papi mami wants to come home for dinner"
After reading the message, the reflex of my pair of eyes glanced at the clock, while my hand moved to reply to Bima's message, obeying his orders.
On Friday I came home at two. Since my mom is going to have dinner at home, I still have about an hour to shop before I pick up Lala.
Rushing out of the office, I drove my car to a supermarket located not far from my workplace.
All the ingredients I would cook were already in the shopping cart. I pointed trolly at the cashier.
While waiting in line for payment, a pair of my visions heated up as I caught the figure that always made me flutter, sitting across from the cafe next to the supermarket with a woman. The cafe is only limited by glass walls, so it can be clearly caught by the eye, both employee and cafe visitors activities.
She is beautiful, seems to be the same age as Bima mas.
Since when, mom? you're not even willing to pick Lala up for her friend? are you starting to ignore your only daughter?
Seriate