I entered the yard of a large two-story house. My eyes saw the tall house until the small garden part dominated by roses and angrek in front of the house. Quite beautiful and well-maintained. Is it my own mother-in-law who takes care of all these plants. Perhaps!
"Za!" called Bagas make me surprise.
"Uh, yes Bagas!" I replied quickly. I was too impressed with this house. The same house as my dream home.
"Let's go in!" The man pulled my wrist up the stairs to the main door of the house on the second floor.
Slowly the door, which was about two meters high, opened inward. My eyes were endlessly amazed by the furniture in the house. All so unique that is dominated by carving carvings from teak wood.
However, why was there no mother or woman who was with my husband just now. This house looks so quiet and quiet. Even Mother Marini didn't welcome my arrival at all.
"Baby!" I said, grabbing Bagas' wrist, which had been walking in front of me.
The man turned to me, "Where is mom?" he asked quietly. As long as I walked through this house I did not find the figure of my in-laws.
"Oh, mom is resting, Za. It seems that she is exhausted."
Actually, I would like to ask about the baby in Bagas' sling and also the foreign woman who was with him earlier. But it doesn't seem like this is the right time for me to say everything to Bagas. He could be as angry with me as he was yesterday.
It's better that at this time I just obey Bagas' will to follow him to the room and rest upstairs.
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"Dad, dad …"
The sound of the baby's babble buzzed into my sense of hearing. Like a dream, but not a dream.
"Dad, dad …"
The voice sounded so clearly. But when I was about to open my eyes, these two eyes felt more and more sticky.
'Let's wake up Reza, you're not in your own house. Look at that little boy, Reza.'
Oh my God!
I woke up with a gasp. My eyes rounded with a pounding heart.
"Oh my god what has happened?"
It seems that I have dreamed. Even though I just heard the baby's babble calling Bagas by the name of daddy very clearly.
I fell my gaze on Bagas who was still asleep beside me. The subtle snoring from his breath could still be heard clearly.
"Baby, I'm sorry I always suspected you," I said, kissing Bagas' forehead.
After I finished taking a shower, I went down the stairs to the ground floor. I saw my mother-in-law playing with a baby boy who was learning to walk towards her. However, again the baby fell because his legs were not strong enough to support his body.
"Mom!" I called to make the woman immediately turn to me. I stretched her hand and kissed the back of the hand filled with wrinkles.
Her face was flat, like he was ignoring me. Instead, she went back to play with the little boy, deliberately ignoring me. Is Bagas's mother really angry with me for my rejection first.
"Mom! This is Reza bring souvenirs to Mom, who knows you like it," I said handing two sets of clothes to my mother-in-law.
"Thank you very much," he replied receiving a package of clothes from me. then turned back.
I snorted harshly'. My chest felt tight as if it was hit by a heavy object that made my throat seem to suffocate.
"Yas!" cried the mother calling out the name of someone familiar to me.
'Yas? What is Yasmin that Bagas told me the other day.'
A woman in a brown robe walked towards the mother. Her face is not so beautiful with mature sapodilla skin. His nose is not too sharp and his lips are a little thick. Far compared to me who has a beautiful face and white skin like cotton.
"Yes Mom!"
"Please, make me tea, Yas, I want to rest," the mother ordered Yasmin.
It seems true that Bagas said, Yasmin is just a mother's person to take care of her. Then what do I suspect it for. Stupid.
"Reza, what are you doing?"
Bagas' voice made me turn my eyes to the man in casual clothes who was standing on the steps.
"I'm being..."
"Yas, hurry up, mom wait in the room!" said the mother cutting my remarks with a annoyed face. Marini's mother immediately picked up the baby and took her into her room.
While the woman named Yasmin rushed to the kitchen and ignored me. And I, still standing like a fool.
I walked uninspired up the stairs to Bagas. I saw the man's face as if I understood how I felt. Bagas pulled my body into his arms then led me towards the room.
"Sit here, I will take your breakfast here later. You don't need to think about it. Mommy just not used to it!" said Bagas, walking away from me. The man dropped his peck on the top of my forehead before he actually passed.
'Not used to it? not used to how it means?" I said annoyedly.
After finishing breakfast, I approached Bagas who was busy with his mobile phone on the terrace upstairs.
"Baby!" I said spoiledly dropping my body on the sofa near Bagas. My hands are wrapped around his burly arms.
"Hem," he said, putting his phone on the table.
"This house is good, yes, your car is also good. I am!" My matrealitis soul struggled to see the pleasure that was here.
"Baby, this is not my home. This is the mother's house and the car belongs to Yasmin." Bagas cut my word.
Instantly I swallowed hard with my lips pursed, disappointed.
"Later, if I already have money. We bought a house like this!" He rubbed the tops of my hair that were resting on his shoulders.
I snorted harshly, again Bagas just gave me promises and promises.
"Then who is Yasmin?" I asked, raising my face from Bagas' shoulder. The man was shocked, his facial veins seemed to tighten slightly at my statement.
"Yasmin, didn't I say the same to you. She is the one who has taken care of mom for as long as I am not around."
"Then the baby?" I slurted with a probing look.
"Oh, it's called Aksa. He is Yasmin's son."
"Keep her husband Yasmin?"
"Reza, why are you so fussy!" replied Bagas in a slightly elevated tone.
I was silent, I noticed Bagas's face until the man looked nervous.
"Yasmin's husband works outside the city. Every month he would go home to visit Yasmin and Aksa," Bagas explained annoyed. The man got out of his seat leaving me.
I understand, I don't know if I have anything to worry about. I smiled triumphantly with a happy heart.
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"Baby, don't you miss me?" I asked Bagas, who was lying in his arms.
"Of course I miss!"
"It's been more than two weeks that you haven't touched me, we should be on our honeymoon right now," I protested.
For a moment the man who gently rubbed my hair stopped. His heart sounded pounding. I don't know what was on his mind at this time.
"Do I have to ask for a highway first?" I said annoyedly.
"I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again. Now go to sleep! You must be tired, right, a long way to go," Bagas said.
"But, tomorrow morning you have to satisfy me!" I asked in a spoiled tone.
"Of course!"
"Promise?"
"Promise!"
Continued.....