"I'm sorry, Honey!" I'm still biting my lower lip. I gently swiped Bagas' phone screen. Hoping to find the answer to the puzzle that continues to envelop my heart.
"Enter a password!"
Write that screen, make me get saliva. Then grunted in annoyance.
"Deck, where?" cried Bagas, to my surprise. I immediately put the flat thing back in place.
"In the room, Honey!" I said, still with my heart pounding.
The sound of the pounding of Bagas's legs walking towards me sounded closer. I quickly swung back my broom handle so that the sturdy man was not suspicious.
"Ah," Bagas blew a small on the verge of the open door smiling sweetly at me.
"Why to go home again?" she asked innocently. Even though my heart is now almost out of place.
The man then brought himself closer to me. Wrapped his hands around my stomach, then took a sip in my hair that had almost dried with the scent of a shampoo that was painfully attached to each strand
"I think you've gone," he whispered in my ear.
"Not yet, it's still early morning!" said I twisted my body facing the man in a typical forest patrol hat.
"Why do you go home?"
"I miss you!" he said looking at me intimately. I smiled widely at the words of the man who showered me with that kiss. I'm like the luckiest woman to have this kind of man to me. Even though there's a little bit stuck in my heart.
"Honey, I have to get ready first," I joked, pushing slowly the chest of the field that was bending towards me.
"You are so adorable!" The man pinched my little nose then took his embrace off my body.
The man went to my desk which was beside the bed.
"What's up, honey?" he asked, surely Bagas was looking for his phone left behind.
"Yes, meet you!" his face looked relieved when he saw the flat object still under my pile of books.
"Oh, cell phone!" I didn't like it.
Seeing my face that was seeing Bagas came back to me. The man combed my hair and tucked it in both my ears. My lips were still pursed considering the history of nameless calls on my husband's phone.
"Why, honey?" he asked, dropping his tearful gaze.
"No!" he replied.
"Why to pout?" he said, the man always knowing how to dilute my mood.
"That, who's calling that much?" I raised both my eyebrows pointing at the phone that had been in Bagas' pants pocket. I don't think I could hide this curiosity alone.
"Phone?" The man's face was still ordinary. There is no nervousness or fear. Maybe this feeling is just my worry.
The man immediately grabbed the phone in his pants pocket. Then wipe gently on the flat object screen and emphasize the password button.
I watched him closely. Bagas' face looks ordinary. Nothing so suspicious at all. My heart is relieved, maybe I'm the only one who loves you too much, baby.
"Oh, this looks like a call from the Service," he said back putting the phone in his pants pocket. Then Bagas dropped his gaze again at me.
"I'm not angry anymore, are you? Honey, I'm working for our dreams. I've covered all your will. So don't be suspicious anymore in our escort huh!" Again Bagas made me melt. I hugged tightly the sturdy body of the man with that jet skin. I felt his heart rate pounding regularly. His every treatment always made me love him even more.
*****----******
I still sit in the teacher's room, in this kind of rest the teachers often spend their time relaxing or joking with other teachers.
"Oh, the newlyweds are getting radiant," said Mrs. Tari who had just entered the teacher staff room. It must have been that he dropped it on me. I was just blushing at the words of the woman with two children who was now sitting next to me.
"How was the first night, it wasn't fun?" he said, pinching my waist, making me squirm.
"Of course it's good, it's been a long wait. Right, Ma'am?" said the woman in a purple hijab who kept her smile on me.
"What's this, don't talk about people's beds here!" said Mr. Irfan who passed in front of us. Makes us chuckle with his pout.
I who am currently the object of my friends' gossip just blushed in shame. Let them be content to do that to me. Because that's the truth.
My eyes were still going around to all corners of this teacher staff's special room. Some days not entering the classroom feels different in this room. Usually, during this kind of rest, all the teachers gathered in this room. But there seem to be fewer of them today.
"I heard Mrs. Iska change schools," explained Mrs. Tari in a voice that sounded heavy.
"What, instead of being as famous as he will be appointed as deputy principal. That's a pity," said I who slightly regretted Mrs. Iska's decision.
"Well, how else do you want To Reza? Fortunately, it cannot be achieved, it cannot be denied." This time She looked at me seriously. His jolly face had now turned cloudy.
"I mean," I asked curiously.
"Mrs. Iska returned to her hometown and decided to teach at the school around her home only."
"Then his two children?" I'm more and more curious about the story of Mrs. Tari who is only a piece.
"Her two children, Hafiz and Hafizah took part in moving in with Bu iska," said Bu Tari, the woman continued to look straight out the door of the room with a sad-looking face. It was as if he was feeling what Mrs. Iska was feeling.
"I have a case with Mrs. Iska, how is Mr. Sarifudin who is a policeman who has a mistress, What is the lack of their family?"
Deg!
Mrs. Tari's words that sounded creepy entered my ears. It's fitting that Bu Tari's jolly face turned cloudy, as it was like this was the story she was going to tell me.
"Really?" I round my eyes in disbelief. As far as I know, during this time the household of Bu Iska and Mr. Sarifudin is classified as harmonious. Their well-established work as well as their two cute twins add to the happiness in their household. But it also doesn't guarantee everything will be okay.
"Relax, I'm sure my husband is not like Mr. Sarifudin who could betray his wife and child. The proof is bagas faithfully wait for Mrs. Reza up to 8 years." Mrs. Tari patted me gently on the shoulder made me realize.
"Yes, Thank God!" I cried, still not believing what happened to Mrs. Iska's household.
"Well, like that eight-year-old mah child is already in first-grade elementary school," said Mrs. Tari made me laugh. Sure enough eight years Bagas faithfully has been waiting for me and it's like the age of a child who is already in first grade elementary school.
"Mrs. Tari, Mrs. Tari," I said with a chuckle to the woman who continued to shake me.
*****____*****
I'm still sitting in the television room of our house. Waiting for Bagas who did not return. The time has indicated at nine o'clock at night. But the roar of the trail motor had not yet entered my ears.
Dreg! Dreg! Dreg!
The flat object that I intentionally placed next to my seat continued to vibrate with the flashing screen.
"Assalamualaikum," the voice on the other end of the phone that almost collided with the sound of my greeting that I finally let down.
"Wa'alaikum salam!" I said to the man's voice that could be heard quivering into my ears.
I'm still relaxed, I hope nothing happens to my husband. Even now the bad thoughts are coming back.
"Honey, you haven't slept yet?" he asked, the voice sounding as if he was crying.
"No, I'm still waiting for you, go home," I said, my curiosity, even more, intrigued to hear Bagas' voice that was different from usual.
"Are you crying?" I asked curiously at the man who momentarily did not answer my question.
"Honey, you're listening to me, aren't you?" I repeat my words on the sound of a phone that is suddenly silent.
"Oh, yes, baby! I heard!" Bagas' voice had now changed slightly like before.
"Are you crying?" I repeat a question that Bagas has not yet answered.
"Crying? I cried because I had to endure the same longing for you," he said, I think Bagas this time was smiling sweetly. Usually, the man would smile when he was joking.
"Seriously baby!" I said, pursing my lips even though Bagas couldn't possibly see him.
"Yes, baby. I'm sorry, it looks like for the next few days I haven't been able to go home. I have a service in the blora area. Because the forest there is prone to theft," he explained, making me sad.
"Huf!" I blew weakly from my lips. It feels very annoying if you have to part with Bagas while still warm like this.
"Can't it be replaced with another foreman?" I protested annoyedly.
"Can't love! This is the superior's order, where maybe I can refuse it!" explained Bagas convinced.
"You don't know if we're newlyweds?" he said, getting annoyed.
"Hehe... Be patient, baby, later when I'm done, I'll call you!"
"Hem," I replied annoyedly.
"Go to sleep, I want to work first!"
"Yes, baby!" I said in a limp voice.
"Can you give me a kiss?" asked Bagas, making me blush.
"Don't want to!" I replied in an annoyed tone when in fact I was blushing by his seduction.
"Yes, then I just go home. Our plan to buy a car is delayed then."
"Uh, no!" As soon as lightning I stopped Bagas's words afraid that if the man canceled his job could my ideal this year have a new car will fail.
"Anyway I want to have a new car this year!" he said with great emphasis.
"Yes, baby," said Bagas softly. That man was indeed the most memorized with my materialistic soul.
"Emuach! Get home soon. I've missed you so much!" I said, pursing my lips as if I were kissing my husband. After that, I closed my phone and immediately went to the bed.
***__***
It's been three days that Bagas hasn't returned yet. Every day we exchange news. However, my longing had already been very excruciating during my night. Understandably, today should be a sweet day for us to love as a newlywed couple.
I just got my matic bike out of the house. I saw a man in a perhutani uniform walking into my yard.
"Mrs. Reza!" said the man with a knotted smile.
"Yes, are you looking for Bagas?" he said, cutting off the words of the man carrying a large canton in his hand.
"No! Just wanted to give Mr. Bagas stuff left in the office yesterday. I think the next day will be taken when he comes to work. But it turns out that until almost three days he has a leave of absence for the next week, "explained the man-made all my supplies feel tired.
"Leave?" I asked, looking at the man who was still smiling kindly at me.
"Yes Ma'am, Mr. Bagas took a day off for the next week. Don't you know?" the man said cautiously.
"Oh, yes, Aju know. He visited his mother in Purwodadi. I think I'm in blora," I said. My heart was racing to hear the story the man had told me. My body feels like it wants to fall. Thinking about where my husband is right now.
"It's still next month That Mrs. Reza in Blora, I'm also following that."
Deg!
What other reality is this baby!
I was still strengthening my body standing in front of Bagas' friend. After the man handed over the bag containing bag rangsel Bagas and then left. My body immediately staggered sitting on the porch chair of the house. My net felt filled with fluid that made the whole chest tight. Only this time Bagas lied to me, or only this time Bagas's lie that I knew.
I was stuck on the porch of the house, my mind was probably wandering around on things that didn't come in with me. Is it possible that Bagas is like Sarifudin, Bu Iska's husband?
Continued...