Virgin Widow
Eps.8

The smell of the body that I have been trying to get into the respiratory cavity. Instantly a feeling of peace accompanied his increasingly tight embrace.

I was caught off guard and tried to avoid, the pounding of the heart that was increasingly hunting made my face meet red. The more I thrashed the stronger Zaid hugged me, even at this moment our positions were facing each other. Zaid's nose stuck to my nose, one kiss landed on my forehead, then cheeks, not how long I enjoyed the beauty in the boundless sensation that Zaid had dialed in several places. Until finally Zaid pushed my body rough until it crashed into the back of the sofa. I nodded with glaring eyes.

Zaid's face turned pale, while his body trembled. Several times he covered his face with his palm.

“I'm sorry, Sah.”

I was unable to answer, as tears flowed down my cheeks.

Why is Zaid so willing to push my body when our desires are equally burning? Had Zaid not done that, perhaps this morning Zaid had managed to water the long-dry fields to plant the seeds of halal love.

Several times a heavy breath sounded out from the nose, tears still flowing soaking the deep wounds. Zaid looked at me softly, maybe he felt guilty for pushing me so hard that he crashed and cried. But that was not what made me shed tears, the hope of getting my right back dashed.

“Well, I accidentally ...,” Zaid stammered, then approached me to remove the water that left a trace on the cheek.

Zaid tried to calm me down in his arms which I then brushed off. What kind of show is this? I lost the sense of a moment I should have enjoyed every second of it.

Slowly Zaid stood up and walked towards the guest room he had been in, leaving me alone in the ice.

“Uda mengila’ku?”

Zaid held back his steps and turned his head towards me. He was very surprised to hear my question in a loud voice.

“Never, Sah.” Zaid.

I am a human being with feelings and desires, not a mannequin to be treated as he pleases. Not long after hearing the sound of the door being opened, Zaid had been neatly dressed and carrying an office bag. He had to get into the office today, last night he told me that there were guests who wanted to invest in his company.

“Well, shopping money in your dresser drawer. Today you I enjoy going anywhere, as long as you keep the honor of your husband.” Then Zaid was silent in a few breaths. “Well, sorry I haven't been able to give you an inner living. I'm sorry, Sah.”

It turned out that he had just realized that his attitude had hurt my soul.

“Well, want to buy anything please. Uda won't be angry.” Her intonation was so gentle, that when should I be patient in dealing with my husband's erratic attitude? Oh my God, this guy might be a double personality, sometimes nice, sometimes dumb, sometimes dumb as a statue.

“If less, Sah can use the ATM card that Uda has inserted into the shopping envelope.”

Three months passed, tonight I remained alone accompanied by the fragrance of a still-scented bride rose that I deliberately sowed in the corner of the room. Hope and continue to hope to pass and enjoy the first beautiful night together with Zaidku body and soul. This burden is very heavy, even Dilan may not be able to bear it, so Hafsah who enjoys this pain.

The door to the room is open.

“Excuse.” Zaid's face poked and rushed over to me.

“Sayang ..” She sat next to my body still lying down, slowly caressing the hair then my cheeks.

I resisted the turmoil that began to wrangle, afraid that events like yesterday's morning would repeat itself. Or indeed Zaid was ready to take his right from me.

“Well, tomorrow morning maybe Mommy is here and staying for a few days.” Zaid stroked my hair, then grabbed my hand into his grasp.

His breath sounds heavy. Mother's arrival meant that she had to sleep with me in this room for three nights, I'm sure that's what weighed her down.

Good, if it's a week or two so I can sleep with Zaid and let go of all the flavors I've been holding. My heart cheered a fleeting smile and a slight nod.

Intentionally today I cook a variety of processed fish, because the mother-in-law does love all fish, ranging from fried balado fish, padeh acid, and rinuak pangek. For snacks deliberately I order sala lauak that has not been fried, so that later it can be served hot because it can be fried at home. The vegetables are easy just the horseradish is steamed given a sprinkling of fried onions.

While I was cooking, Zaid was seen crassing in the guest room from a wide open door. He tidied up his belongings then moved them to our room which I currently only inhabit. I grinned to myself watching Zaid go back and forth to the room picking up something forgotten.

“Why smile?” Zaid at a glance saw that I was watching him with a smile, there was no obstacle limiting the kitchen with the guest room aligned.

“No, funny aja.”

“Funny why?” Zaid frowned and I shook my head.

My eyes can't stand facing the shallots. Just now I had enough, the fierce immediately made me shed tears, especially later after I sliced, surely the onion made me cry more like an attitude with Zaid.

I flinched, a close embrace coming from behind the body. Looking to the side there is a little wet attached. Zaid smelled me in an onion stench. Oh Allah ....

“Still want a smile?” I shook my head, Zaid showered my cheeks more often with kisses.

“You are beautiful when you are busy like this, I am ...” Zaid tightened his embrace more and more mischievous. I remained silent while enjoying the new intimacy I felt for the first time even though the place was not right.