Nackal Duda
Morning Running

Eating makes me sleepy. I woke up early to make out with Tari, who continued to pray at dawn and went to work. Eat well until full.

I finally fell asleep without any activity in bed. Drowsiness and a full stomach are the perfect blend for a deep sleep.

With Tara I used to be restricted to eating snacks at night. Tara was so guarding her body. He only accompanied me to dinner, even if it was just a salad.

Dance differently. Always treat me to delicious food dear if I miss it.

So after waking up the next day and performing dawn prayers (on the inducement of Dance) I finally decided to run around the complex.

I wear shorts and sports shirts while setting my watch to find out how far I've run. Dari did not come with the reason to prepare breakfast for me.

I started running around the complex. Fresh morning air filled my lungs. It feels healthier. I haven't run in the morning in a long time. Usually only sports with gym equipment that I have.

I have run twice around this vast complex. Sweat drenched my face. The shirt I was wearing was also wet with sweat. At least I've been burning fat for a good dinner last night. I don't know about breakfast this morning. There must be a delicious menu that Tari made.

"For Om Agas!" a voice I know very well.

I was sitting on the sidewalk looking at who greeted me. Tara's? Why does he call me Om?

"Morning." I replied in a sniffling voice.

"Cocontainly alone? Where's his new wife? How about ngintilin anyway? Don't know what if her husband likes to bring girls closer." she quipped.

Without me telling him to sit next to me. Sweat on his forehead. It seems like he's been exercising here.

"Dance again for breakfast. Dance is typical of a wife who gives me freedom. I realized which is okay and which is not for keeping his trust, because that trust m.a.a.h.a.l." I intentionally spelled out the expensive word to insinuate Tari who had cheated on me.

"Yes anyway. You're trying to take care of her, uh she's walking the same handsome guy!" insinuations.

I smiled hearing it. "I mean the course teacher? Dance story. Because the teacher is in the direction so want to nganterin to the front of the complex."

"But the handsome teacher!"

"No problem. I must be more handsome. Dance blind, release gold for copper!" sindirku spicy.

"Haha... Keep insisting! Can't move on yet?" crispy laugh.

"Who's the one who's shady? Do you feel insinuated?"

"Yes.. who is not shy! We have breakfast yuk?! He said the porridge there was delicious!" bring Tara.

"Sorry, besides I don't want to have breakfast with you, I told you that Tari is preparing breakfast for me. So, if you want breakfast, have breakfast with your husband! I have someone at home! I'm first yeah. Enjoy the porridge!"

I still have to accept surprises. I saw Dari chatting with Damar in front of our house. Dance laughed as if she had known Damar before.

What do you want Damar to take Tari for a chat? And why did Tari get that familiar with her?

"Eh Om Agas is home!" Dance welcomed my arrival with a smile. "I'm ready to have breakfast for Om Agas."

Instead of answering the greeting of Dance, I instead saw Damar from toe to head with a cynical look. This luckynat guy has taken my ex-wife, now he even invites Tari to chat. Does he have the same intention? If yes, do not expect!

"Do you want to talk to strangers?!" ask me while folding both my hands on my chest. My eyes were like the sight of someone who didn't want his own to be taken a second time.

Damar smiled at my words. "We are not strangers! We're neighbors and ... we're former friends too!" damar said as if to tease me.

"Oh yeah? Why talk to someone's wife when her husband is not there? Want to find the 'again' gap'?" sindirku.

"Haha... Oh so scared, is it the same as me? I just talked to your new wife who was scared! What if I take your wife to lunch together?" Damar was trying to fuel my emotions.

The old me might go ahead and smash his face. But I'm used to meeting people like him at night clubs who just win bacots to make a fuss.

"No, anyway!" I went forward and embraced the waist of Dance. "This wife of mine is the wife who keeps her husband's honor. If you are, have you wiggled yet where is your wife? Just for information, I just refused the invitation of your wife to have breakfast porridge together because remember the wife at home who has made breakfast for me! So, you take care of your wife who you dapetin from the results of cornering. Because you can, you will be turned back!"

Succeeds. Damar's face turned red and his hands clenched to hold all the anger inside him. If I continue maybe we can fight in front of the house like this and will attract the attention of many people.

The dance that controlled the situation immediately invited me inside. She knew her husband had also been provoked by her emotions.

"We have breakfast first, Om! It's cold!" He pushed my body into the house. "We go in first Mas Damar! Excuse me!"

I smiled triumphantly at Damar. As it turned out, replying with sharp words was more satisfying than punching him directly with my hand. Dance closed our door and locked it. He took my hand and took me to the dining room.

"Wash your hands first, Om!" the order I followed without refuting. He poured fried rice on the plate for me along with the side dishes he made. He also poured rice on his own plate and sat in his place.

"Why the hell is Om even looking for a storm with Mas Damar?" it turns out he can't wait for my introductions.

"I'm the one who wants to be with you, why are you that familiar with him? In front of the house again! Even though there are many WNA around us, it does not rule out the possibility that you will become a neighbor's gossip! You are now a wife, you must keep my good name of course!" I vented my anger against Damar on Tari.

Dancing silent. Instead of eating, he ruffled the food on his plate. "Sorry, Om. Dance does not mean to humiliate Om Agas. Really!" He lifted his face and looked at me. I saw the regret in his eyes that made me unbearable.

"Mas Damar was a subscription at the seafood stall where I used to work before marriage with Om Agas. I did not realize until Mas Damar greeted me first. Mas Damar just woke up and looked for the whereabouts of Mbak Tara. I just replied that Madam Tara ran away this morning. There was no intention of Dance to humiliate Om Agas at all. Dance apologise o'm!"

If this is how can I be angry? Why is the world so narrow? Why am I angry? Is it because I fear that Tari will be taken by Damar, just as he took Tara?

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