An Unwanted Match
THE JYTD 32

Thea squirmed small, her body crumbling when she first regained consciousness and opened her eyes wide. The sound of alarms ringing loudly filled the room, making someone who was next to him to be disturbed from a beautiful dream.

Galang as if at home behind a blanket, one arm still coiled in the stomach Thea did not want to escape. He smiled a moment later after opening his eyes.

"Morning," she said in a slightly hoarse voice. His consciousness had not yet returned completely. Seeing a plain-faced woman without make up looking at him in annoyance.

"Come, wakeup. Don't sleep on" said Thea slightly moving Galang's shoulder. With the position of the body bent and only wrapped thick blanket waist. Thea could clearly see the muscles firmly her husband. He could not imagine which other man's body was capable of being an opiate for him.

"Yes, yes, I'm awake." The bar began to move from the bed. He walked to the bathroom first.

After performing the Bersama'ah Fajr Salat. At about half-eight in the morning, Thea began to occupy herself in the kitchen. Usually, they rarely cook. Every morning, the intake of food into his stomach is enough with bread and strawberry jam alone. His appetite is lost, because his mind was always centered on Galang. Worried about her husband who was out of nowhere.

But now everything is different. All the dishes he ate were delicious. Because his head no longer needs to think hard how the fate of the man.

"What cooking?" whispered Galang beside Thea's ear. Both of his arms coiled possessively in his stomach again.

"Egg balado, you still like it, don't you? I don't have a lot of groceries, because I never shop in the kitchen. So, just use the ingredients, no papa, right?" ask Thea back.

There are several types of ingredients on his kitchen table, cabbage, carrots, some eggs, cucumbers and a little broccoli. Whether this belongs to whom, or usually, the employees keep this food for lunch together. He frees his employees to wear the kitchen so that they are comfortable. Because they consider themselves family.

"Do you want me to cook?"

"Emh ... already a chef, so don't want to eat my cooking anymore?" ask Thea.

Galang smiled. He turned Thea's body to face her. Taking over the woman's job, Thea could again breathe the scent of mint that was emanating from Galang's body within this close range.

"It's not. You still have another job, dirty clothes are waiting for you in the washing machine. I'm not used to a messy, dirty house."

Thea's lips pursed. He slightly looked up at Galang's serious cooking face. "Yes, Mr. Perfects. But then yeah, wash it off. In a moment, I still want to be here." Thea's arms began to coiled tightly around her husband's waist. The rookie did not refuse.

Thea's mind drifted away considering how much she missed this state. The habit that Galang always does every morning, teasing and making him smile when cooking. Really, he felt like he wanted to brazen the time and last a little longer.

"You're inget, aren't you? In the past, you've infiltrated the rented house I kept masakin porridge because I was sick."

"really? I ever do that?" ask Galang.

Thea nodded. "Seriousness. But, we're both thought to be perverted. And finally, we're forced to marry after graduation."

Thea recalled, after they got married. Galang once said that he infiltrated because he was forced to. Galang and Prince are on the run from the thugs who want to gang up on him. Until he and the Prince separated, Galang chose to enter a rented house that was not locked by Thea.

Galang chuckled small. "Ah, yes. Now I understand why our relationship was never good."

"But I am grateful, because my soul mate is you. If not, I can't get through difficult situations. Until our meeting at the Prince's house yesterday, I can only hope one day to see you again. And repeat our habits first. I believe you will definitely come back."

Galang stopped his movements, turned off the stove and his gaze was centered completely on Thea's iris. Although he does not remember who and how the face of the woman he loved first for 6 years, his small heart continues to attract that he returned to Indonesia. Finding out why his heart always felt uncertain. And now, that answer had been answered by their destiny.

"I promise to protect you and I won't be a loser anymore. Sorry to have put you in such a predicament for 6 years. It's all because of my stupidity not being able to maintain our household, Thea."

"No, Lang. I should have been involved in that as well. But I chose to run. I thought I'd be able to bear that burden alone. Turns out I was wrong, let alone having left you alone in a slumped state. I'm the one who's doing more stupidity .. not you."

"Yes .. You are so stupid. But I still love you" said Galang. He smiled, his big palm sweeping the top of Thea's hair so softly. Little kisses landed on his wife's forehead and cheeks. Galang deliberately slowed his kiss, he could only enjoy it without wanting to refuse.

In that instant, silhouettes about his past sprung up in Galang's memories.

***

He approached his wife who was drawing accessories. His face was so solemnly staring at the white sheet of paper with a pencil in his hand.

Galang smiled and picked up a small object and a piece of rope.

"Emm, The?"

"What else?"

"Jutek very si, I just want to ask doang, tomorrow you want to go? Tomorrow is a holiday, we go for a walk. Wanna don't?"

"I can't, tomorrow I'm leaving."

Galang scowled, his wife was very sniffy today. Ah, it's usually like that. Why should he be surprised.

"to where?"

"to my mother's house, I miss my mother."

"Trus you don't miss me? Do you want to stay at mom's house? How many days? I'm coming, can't I?" her tanyanya bertubi with a weld look.

"I'm just going to see you. Besides, I'm just going to spend Sunday, which means I'm only two days there. Why come along, anyway? Then who checks the supplies in the store? Me either?" answer his wife more.

Galang snorted in annoyance, even the woman had now moved on and left again just like that.

His eyes followed where his wife was going, but he hurriedly moved as he led to a large cupboard and was about to pick something up inside.

Brak!

"Why what?" tanya Galang while closing the closet door again.

"You take the blanket, you sleep outside tonight."

"Why? What's my fault?" asked Galang again while bringing his body as close as possible to his wife. He stared at the dark brown haired woman without a gap, holding back his movements with the hand he was still sticking to the closet door, until Thea patted her body, probably nervous again with this attitude of hers.

Thea.

"It's time now, Thea. What ... can?" asked Galang in a soft voice. Her face was still so close to Thea, those beautiful browned eyes were now staring back at her still looking in disbelief.

"But I'm scared." Thea looked down again.

"Fear what?"

"I'm afraid of getting pregnant."

"Why? We're married, so you don't have to be afraid I'm not responsible."

"I'm not even nineteen yet and I'm still in college, I've never taken birth control pills, what if I'm pregnant? I'm .. I'm still not ready to have a child."

"Gue doesn't care, because every child born into the world has brought their own sustenance. And you are quite qualified to be a mother. I believe you can raise our children with affection. If necessary, when you get pregnant. You don't need to work anymore, let me make a living with my own hard work. I want a child who will make my life more perfect. Do you believe me?"

"Little."

She pulled softly on Thea's chin, so she could see Thea's smooth white face flushed red and looked nervous.

"Gue love equals lo. Lo is one of the reasons why I was strong until this second. Lo, is the most beautiful thing I have in this world. I can never be romantic, but I will show my love to you in my own way."

Thea was silent as she heard him say, those brown eyes did not stop looking at her eyes. Both of his cheeks were getting red.

Thea did not answer anything from her words earlier. Until he thought, if the answer to his question was. 'Yes'.

He smiled, and brought his wife's body into his car. Still staring at each other, he walked a few steps and scattered Thea's body on the bed.

Tonight.

Is the ninety-one night process of their approach. In the end, they have established their hearts to love each other under any circumstances.

***

The gap stopped when the memory darted into the mind. His head suddenly dizzy again, until he had to hold his breath for a moment. He remembered having had this kind of passionate feeling when he first came to know how beautiful the heaven of the world was.

"Why?" ask Thea worried.

"I don't know, suddenly my head hurts." Reason for giving reasons. It is also impossible to be honest. Later Thea will consider him a perverted man.

"Engh? Want me a pijitin?" bargaining Thea, the man just nodded small. His hands began to massage slowly Galang's head while widening his smile. Again, this person took advantage of the situation to be spoiled.

"Emh, go! Stay in a public place! Still I see, the balloons are being chopped!"

Suddenly a voice spread the two, Galang and Thea turned at the same time, looking Yasa was already standing while folding her arms in the chest. His face was completely disheveled and annoyed.

"Heh, dateng-dateng instead of saying hello. Maen beludus aja rich cat garong!" spontaneous fight does not want to lose.

Thea's shocked. Hearing the informal language style was heard again from Galang's mouth. "Why are you talking about it, anyway?" ask Thea curiously.

Gorge rubbed the back of his head. "Emm? Wh why? Abis I'm upset with him. It's your house, but he dares to enter recklessly like a thief."

"Engh?" Galang. He himself did not even understand, the sentence was just thrown from his mouth. Hearing the style said Yasa as if pulling her to mirror in a large mirror.

"The front door is open. That means working hours have already started. It's good to know that I'm rich. Downstairs is already a free area for employees, if you want to be friendly, noh above!"

Galang breathed deeply. He is upset, it could be that the creature interrupts his personal activities with Thea without a guilty face.

"That was. As long as there was me, the rules changed! You can't just go into people's homes without permission. Let you know this is a human house, not a cemetery!"

"Byeah! Who has a house does not protest, why are you the sewot?!"

Brak!

"Enough! You two can stop, anyway?! Rich behavior of children. Make bete!" Thea slammed a coaster onto the kitchen table, she was upset instead of playing. After venting his anger, he passed away leaving the two men.

"Tuh, right. Because lo Thea's so cranky!" cerca Galang's.

"Why am I? It's wrong!" Yasa didn't want to lose. "Where are you going woy? I'm done with the ball!" yasa shouted as Galang walked away following Thea to the second floor.

"Make the cake dough!"

"Basic omes!"

"Wildamah! I have a wife. Than lo, Jones!" reply Galang from upstairs.

Emotion is not playing, he reflexively kicked the legs of the iron chair in front of him. However, his own legs were painful until he grimaced in pain.

"Bad chairs! There's no brain!"

***

Thea seemed to be busy with her work and employees. Take care of some things and forget that there is someone who feels neglected by the woman.

Galang remained silent in front of a computer in the workroom downstairs. Honestly, he was getting tired of being in this place and wanted to go back home, especially the mother had also asked when she would return. Restaurants need it now. But the business here is not finished. He had to pry something related to a stranger who infiltrated Thea's store some time ago.

The information he got from Yasa was still vague. CCTV footage from inside and outside the store. Showing a man dressed in black with a face covering sneaked by breaking into a glass window. If you look at it from the logic side. Thieves will usually look for valuables, but in fact no treasure is lost. The only thing that was stolen, was a piece of data about Thea. Police are still investigating the case and are hunting down the culprit. But the process felt so slow. And after that, nothing happened while he was here.

What is the real purpose of the perpetrator? Does he know about his whereabouts?

Or, it could be that the perpetrator was waiting for the right time to be able to throw a bomb when he was off guard.

Galang massaged his temple. "Does this have anything to do with Wingky?" The name suddenly flashed across his head, but he could not confirm it yet. He reached into the device in his pocket, calling someone who might be able to help him.

"What's wrong?"

"There's something I want to ask you. It might be a little nostalgic for you, but it's very important to me" Galang told the Prince after introducing himself. The man's number he got from Thea's device unnoticed.

"About what? Has your memory not recovered after meeting Thea?"

"Ck. Instead, I want all the information about Wingky. I need his latest information to see if he has anything to do with Thea's problem now. I heard you're a close friend, you must know more about him."

The prince sounded a little chuckle. "For what? You want revenge on her for separating you from Thea?"

"No!" answer the Quick. "I don't need past memories. But right now, I feel like someone's following Thea. Even if he's not the culprit, I can at least keep watch for my wife's safety."

"Waws. It seems that amnesia has a big effect on your personality changes, huh?"

"Eh, Frog! I need information, not pleasantries!" He started getting upset. The prince sounded more and more laughing at him, is there anything funny?

"I didn't hear you call me that for a long time" said the Prince. "You need information? Okay. Actually, now I'm not so close to Wingky. Last I heard, he took over his father's company and recently, reportedly he just came home from London. I don't know any further. We're both busy with work."

Galang. He read every word of the prince in his head. Even though I didn't get a satisfactory answer. But that information was enough to conclude the situation. At least, he will be vigilant if he has to face a person named Wingky.

After the call is interrupted. Galang was still speechless, he sighed deeply and rubbed his face. Trying to calm yourself from the pain in the head that began to hit due to attacks of his past memories. In fact, he wanted to strongly reject that memory.

"Yipiii .. great picture for today."

Thea's voice broke Galang's daydream. He was surprised, his wife was busy capturing the moment again using the device.

"Don't fad. Since when are you here?"

"New aja. Wh why? I like your motoin. Who knows if there is a producer. You used to say you wanted to be a model or an artist, right." Thea seduces or rather sneaks.

"Oh, huh? You must be crazy."

"Why should I be crazy?" ask Thea wonder.

"If I'm famous. There must be a lot of women who want me. Is your mind ready to face that? I could have made that dream come true if I wanted to"

"Oh, don't do that, dong. Do not be an artist, deh," interrupted Thea so quickly cut the words Galang. The man smiled. Thea leaned on her husband's sturdy shoulder, looking for comfort there.

"It seems, I have to go back to Jakarta, The. Mom and all the restaurant employees need me there" said Galang slowly.

Thea scowls. His round eyes stared at Galang's face. "You want to leave me here alone?"

"That's not what I meant. But, it's been almost a month, Thea."

"Continue?"

"Do you want to come with me? Stay in Jakarta."

Galang's words made Thea's countenance turn sour. He confirmed his sitting position and faced towards Galang. It's dilemma. Thea felt heavy leaving all the effort that had been pioneered from zero. On the other hand, he also liked the people in this place.

"What's wrong?" ask Galang. "Aren't you going with me?"

Thea shook her head slowly. "I love this place and all the people who have accepted me for who I am. How can I decide this, Lang?"

Galang grabbed his wife's chin, held up a little of that sad face. "I just want to keep my promise. I remember, I used to say I would make you happy with my own efforts. And you will be the mother of my children. So, please allow me to prove all that to you, Thea. That promise is a debt that must be kept. I want to be a good priest and father."

Thea stared back at her husband's face even though tears had piled up wanting to plunge free. It's a heavy choice, but whatever. Galang's words were a must for him. A good wife will obey the orders of her husband if it is for the common good.

"You want to?" tanya Galang.

In a moment, Thea nodded so quietly. There was no word, but the small gesture answered all Galang said to him. Thea hugged Galang's body as a flavor suppressant. The toughest feeling he had to live for his future with Galang.

"Thank you, The."

"But you have to promise. Every year we come here, yeah. Let's say the promise first ...," Thea said a little forcefully in a hoarse voice.

"alright. We'll visit this town every year or whenever you want."

Thea smiled so widely. His heart was relieved to hear Galang's reply. Especially when Galang's big palm rubbed her hair, that comfort made Thea feel at home lingering in the smell of mint on her husband's body.

"Grass, what perfume are you wearing, anyway?"

Galang. Thea's getting sniffed around her neck. "Why? You don't like it?"

"No. I like it, it's really fragrant."

"Langs. Anterin I went to the room, dong," Thea said again.

"Continue?"

"Sheel. I don't know why my body lemes so much. I did a lot of work, my head got dizzy" complained Thea. His eyes narrowed at Galang full of supplications. Both arms are already widened need a tight grip.

Error rubbing the back of the head with a slanted smile. "You're a little weird. Why is it suddenly spoiled for me? I should have been served."

"I'm not spoiled! Just another mager! Udah, come on hold. My head really hurts." Thea sulks.

Galang only sighed deeply before he positioned his back in front of Thea. Until his wife's body has been lifted, a thin puff of Thea's breath reaches the nape of his neck. He knew Thea was smiling there.

"Galong. Buy me a snack later, yeah. I want 5 big silverQueen chocolates with strawberry jam bread also don't forget."

Galang smiled amusedly. "That's snacking, do you think you're hungry, miss?" tanyanya stepped into the room.

"Don't know. Actually my stomach is nauseous, but the innate wants to eat constantly. I want satay too. But, I don't want chicken satay, I want sate maranggi. If there is also added durian soup, then buyin too, yes."

"Astagfirullah. You must be possessed by a genie" said Galang.

The steps lead to the room. Unbeknownst to them, there was a pair of eyes that had been watching ever since. A stern-faced man with strong clenched hands, stared at the departure of the couple without a trace.