The man sat on the edge of his bed room. As soon as his eyesight was spread and the sheets were still not neatly arranged, he got up and corrected and it was not a problem for him, because the bed was deliberately placed in the middle of the room, making him not have to climb it when arranging the sheets, just around it. A little restless waiting, so from behind the vitrase that divides the bedroom and bathtup, his wife was absorbed by the smell of spices that sting her nose, he went to the bathroom next door.
After taking a bath he went back into the room together with his wife who had come out of the bathtup. Spontaneously he won his wife to sit on his lap,
"Stt ... the door isn't locked. Where are the kids?" His wife whispered, taking off the towel on her head, rising from her husband's lap, putting the towel in its place.
"When they were out this morning, they ran into their grandparents, so they came along."
His wife did not immediately answer, instead stood in front of the mirror and turned towards him,
"How? Something's changed?"
"There is.."
"Yakh ... this is also because of your children. But the doctor said that it could be operated on," his wife sat next to him,
"Ah ... for what," said her husband, lying down on the bed, "Women are really strange. Why do they spend so much time thinking about their beauty? How many hours did you bathe the spices?"
"Suppose I could be like a fish. Fish are always smooth-skinned, springy. Try ... is there a fish that can be guessed its age?" his wife replied lying down next to her husband, "Compare to hippos. Isn't it different?"
"Are you daydreaming?" His wife raised her head, stroking her cheek. Her husband did not immediately answer, only replace stroking his wife's hair which is still wet.
There is a burden that clings to his mind, which he wants to express but has difficulty getting started. Every thought of their commitment, that whatever happened, they had to be frank, he wanted to express it immediately. But he always encountered difficulties every time he wanted to say it.
During this time they feel they have no difficulty in matters of openness. Since the first meeting, they have acknowledged each other, that in fact both of them already have a boyfriend. But there is a magical power, already a match, their loyalty to a girlfriend who is thin, or new acquaintances are so fun and humiliating in ways that have never given their girlfriends, which obviously both are attracted to one another, and so committed to marriage. So fast, only met for a month and called each other almost every day, suddenly they both felt inseparable.
"I always miss you," said the man one afternoon in a city park. A few children were riding around on bicycles, and both of them sat close to the vibrations of feeling like when they were teenagers.
"What about your boyfriend?" the woman inquired back with a frivolous heartbeat while her fingers tightly squeezed the man's fingers.
"How about your girlfriend?" both of them laugh without being able to give a decision, while they call each other so often they do.
"I prefer being with you," said the man. The woman from behind the phone did not immediately answer. Me too, answers that crossed but were not immediately spoken.
His girlfriend is continuing her studies in Australia and making a strange commitment, they don't call each other or send letters.
"I want to meet you suddenly. With a bunch of flowers, and will be very happy if you turn out to be loyal."
Demands that can be endured with about two years. After that, anxiety, doubt, loneliness, and boredom often suffer.
"A strange demand," his friends said, "Will you believe the promise?" He shook his head.
"I don't know," he answered miserably, making his friends touched. The days he passed were becoming more and more blue, as blue as his heart which seemed to be frozen.
Until one day, the two met accidentally at an exhibition. Suddenly then he told each other, released, and he felt he could only laugh freely after two years of his mind blanketed in emptiness, sorrow, and doubt. The man invited her to marry, sounded so fast, all of a sudden he was unable to dodge. Even those days they go through without a heavy burden. Every now and then they remembered each other how they felt as traitors, finally laughing together to realize that how full life is indeed a mystery.
"Last Saturday afternoon I was taking a walk with a new employee in my office," the slide just started from the man's lips.
"Is she beautiful?" his wife asked with a sudden light burden.
"Continue?" he asked while still hugging her husband's neck, meanwhile his head slipped under the armpit,
"You. Don't cry," her husband suddenly hesitated to continue the story.
"Keep going. I listen, after that, I also want to tell a story," his wife said without raising her head.
"Certainly beautiful. Still a teenager ...
"Do you love him?" also could not stand his wife asking while lying face down, in his heart as if gliding jealousy. So he sat down,
"I just felt a new sensation. Attention that I never received from you," her husband smiled with relief, the burden that he felt as if thinning.
"How about, for example?"
"Every morning, he puts flowers on my office table, makes coffee from a dispenser ...
"Keep on," said his wife as she lay back next to her husband.
"Continue, continue. Yes, that's all," he once again stroked his wife's wet hair.
"He has a crush on you?" his wife asked with confusion. His face was slightly pale.
"A girl as attractive as she is, lots of guys who want to. She just feels sympathy for me. She says, I look authoritative, cold, and like a loyal man."
"How do you feel? What new sensation do you feel?" hearing his wife's question, suddenly her husband turned toward her and answered,
"It's only good to look at him. Really," he said.
"Maybe a naughty thought crossed your mind to have it, taking into account that there were more women ...
"The data is indeed like that. But compatibility, not based on the number right?"
"Do you really not feel comfortable with him?" urged his wife.
"Even if I'm a match, does she feel right? She's a tough girl, so there's little chance she will spoil herself by taking someone's husband."
For a long time both were silent, suddenly her husband asked,
"You say you want to tell a story?"
"I feel a new sensation too," his wife laughed at the ceiling,
"Someone gave me attention. He painted my face from the side. He said my beauty looked exotic when viewed from the side. I felt touched and flowery. That's all," he replied suppressing the jealousy that coursed through his heart.
"Is he a husband?" asked her husband.
"Of course."
Both of them then laugh hugging.
"No need to be jealous. Just consider the attention of others is not something to be kept secret. We just enjoy it, without having to go with the flow. However, attention is also fun and makes the heart flower," said his wife.
The man was silent. At first he often objected to the opinion of his wife. Sometimes he suspects his wife does not have strong loyalty because he once left his girlfriend. Now he doesn't want to burden his mind anymore. Maybe it is true his wife said, that the attention of others is not something that should be considered a betrayal. After all, they were just meeting, chatting and eating. Doesn't that please him too?
"But I think a thousand times if to let myself be tempted by someone else, let alone be tempted by someone else's," I actually hesitated. Don't tell me that you cheated on you? "Didn't you leave your girlfriend for me?" His wife continued.
"I told you, that girl is not a spoiled child. If I wanted to, she would think a thousand times. You're both girls, right?" her husband answered.
His wife did not answer. He also did not say that the man who painted his face from the side was his ex-girlfriend. Men who ask him to be faithful without communication are like long distance courtship in ancient times. However, he who felt unable to be faithful, left him. His ex-girlfriend has been with another woman A woman who is not as young and beautiful as she is, so she could express disappointment at why she chose that woman, even intending to take it. Sometimes he realized that his behavior was dangerous because he was married. However, if he sees his ex-girlfriend's financial condition getting better, he forgets that he is married. So, occasionally he acts to tease his ex-girlfriend. What is tempted also has a sharp sensitivity so that it responds in a way that makes it confused every time and every time.
Her husband's admission this morning that there was a teenage girl who sympathized with her husband's loyalty made him realize that he should continue his struggle to win his ex-girlfriend back. The struggle that has not made him sure will succeed because his ex-girlfriend seems to stir his heart in the dough of disappointment, anger, and love that still remains. Who started it?
At first he sent long sentences pitched in disappointment because his ex-boyfriend chose a woman who was not as attractive as him. The phrase is only returned by painting his face from the side. Only that. The attitude that made him interrupted a prolonged inner conflict between being curious, feeling challenged, at the same time feeling ignored. She who had ignited the confusion that stirred her heart and then had difficulty extinguishing it because she was roasted with curiosity, suddenly felt helped by her husband's confession. But for how long?
