Virgin Widow
Eps. 11

The night in Sijunjung made my wounds slightly healed, Mother and Abak had prepared everything. Mother's Cuisine that I have also missed being served at the table. Many brothers who come to greet, happy to see Zaid participate dissolved in togetherness. Thank God there are no questions about children and pregnancy.

“Hafsah must be bored at home continue huh?” Tek Yanti looked at me with a smile. His mouth was munching on Christine Hakim's balado chips that we bought as souvenirs.

“Neither, Tek. Kan Hafsah can nulis and marendo without interference,” kilahku.

“Iya, Tek, already a lot of tuh at the house tablecloth made by Hafsah. If Etek wants Zaid later help bring home.” Zaid threw a glance at me.

“That's it, for Etek one sheet.”

“Later on our way home Hafsah bring a good one for Etek.”

Cheerful laughter from some children who ran around because scrambling for a pencil box that was deliberately bought by Zaid for them made the atmosphere of the house warmer.

Togetherness ends when the crickets start to kick, Etek Yanti and the family leave. Mom helped clean the living room and packed chips into jars, while Abak and Zaid were still telling stories in the living room, probably waiting for us to finish.

“Indeed the Zaid tomorrow not to the office, Sah?”

“No, Mom, she told her employees that these few days are not in.”

“Mom noticed there seems to be something you're hiding.” I got Mom's face finished packing chips.

“Nothing Hafsah hide, Mom, we're fine.”

Actually I have a lot to say, Mom, but there's no way I'm telling you because Zaid is my husband and I'm the blanket. There's no way I'm opening my own husband's disgrace even to Mom.

“Maybe because Hafsah misses Mother.”

“Yes already, pity Zaid maybe he wants a break. Later in the morning continue cleaning.”

Zaid was already sitting alone in the living room, several times he was seen sleeping while sitting. Mom and I threw smiles at each other.

I approached Zaid and told him to rest in the room. May tonight there be a miracle and our honeymoon be doomed at Mother's house. At first glance the smile I saw on his handsome face, I let Zaid in first while I took a glass of water to take to the room because I often woke up in the middle of the night to drink.

I saw that Zaid was still in his original position, he did not turn his head in the slightest towards me. Actually with a position like this I was setting a bait so that Zaid was provoked, it turns out my bait is not working so it did not manage to get what I had wanted all along.

I looked back at Zaid's face from the side of the closet, looking so flat that not one bit he ate the bait I threw. Tired of waiting, I sat down next to him.

I stared at his entire face as detailed as possible, this face that was almost four months old accompanied me in aridity. Makes me wish a lot but never deliver. I miss the caress of meaningful love, not just polish. My breathing was heavy looking at Zaid's attitude which was probably colder than snow.

“Well, just fall first, must be tired.” Zaid grabbed his phone and sat down next to me.

“Uda reply employee chat first yes, Sah. There are deliveries to be made tonight as well.”

I just nodded.

I waited for almost half an hour in silence. Remang light LCD makeup face that I had hoped for, the face that I had longed for both ventured to achieve happiness without limits, but somehow this longing berth. This face sometimes makes me think of leaving her life that is hard to understand. So complicated even so strange, when love learns to accept but Zaid's attitude dwarfed my love for him.

“Loh, haven't slept yet?”

“Still waiting for Uda,” I answered flat while looking for a gap in his eyes, where know there hidden the same desire as me.

“Nothing, Sah, just sleep first. This is still a lot that has not conditioned the delivery.”

“I haven't been sleepy,” I replied a little sniffly.

Persistence brings blessing, Zaid looked at me long ago. Probably afraid I'd get angry or lash out at her in-laws' house. Zaid put the device that had not been separated from his grasp. I guess that's just an excuse for him to dodge.

Zaid looked at me fixedly, his face approaching. A warm kiss landed on my forehead. Her hand caressed the hair and slowly her hand raised my face so close that her breath felt warm on my face.

“Well, I'm sorry I made you wait too long.”

“Hmm.”

“I want to have you completely.” Zaid threw my head against his chest. Slowly we both lay down. For a while I enjoyed the smell of his body running veins.