Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 25: Advice from Mom

“Myria, you okay, Son?” The worried look on Madam Nasita's face was immediately visible when the door opened. Apparently, he had been waiting for his son and daughter-in-law to come home. The woman in a blue tosca dress checked Myria from top to bottom. One by one the body parts of his son-in-law were held. “You're all wet. A warm bath, yes. Mama make a drink and prepare dinner.”

Myria could only get such treatment from her mother-in-law. He only gave a nod and immediately paid his respects to the room to clean up.

Space followed from behind. The young man became the host's son, but the attention actually fell on Myria. Envied? Fortunately not, Angkasa is grateful that her mother considers Myria like her own child.

“Gue shower in the next room aja.” Space talk while touching a towel. Some of the clothes were taken out and left Myria in her own room.

Myria rushed to clean up. The rain for hundreds of minutes made him almost shiver. However, lucky Angkasa gave him warmth even though limited to hand grip. If you ask for more, maybe the young man will not refuse.

“What, the hell, am I thinking.” Hit the head because it continues to be imagined the gaze of Space when rubbing hands and fingers earlier. A smile wanted to rise constantly on Myria's lips. I don't know what's in his heart right now.

The girl took off all the clothes, then flushed all over her body from hair to toe nails with warm water from the shower. The water spots that touch the skin are like a natural massage for Myria. The smell of mild soap also calms the mind and muscles that had been tense for a full day.

About half an hour, Myria did not come out and Angkasa was completed first. The young man understood, he thought maybe women did take longer baths. He did not want to take a headache and immediately held a prayer mat for the Salat Isya.

Just as the second rakaat was filled with Space, Myria came out. The girl walked slowly with a towel wrapped around her head and face like a hijab. Then, she headed towards the dressing table looking for a hair dryer. Myria needed that tool because it was night and cold, it was impossible to let her hair dry naturally like yesterday.

“What Gauze does not have a hair dryer?” Myria muttered softly. Her lips were pale to the point of shaking.

“What's day?” Space suddenly appeared. His wife did not realize when the young man had finished his service.

“Ah, the ..” Like a thief caught stealing, Myria blew herself up, even though Angkasa saw her with a calm aura. “Do you not have a hair dryer? My hair is this wet.”

The two eyebrows of Angkasa were almost interlocked. He observed his wife more observant, then realized that the towel used by Myria was used to cover the hair. “Gue pinjemin Mom bentar.”

Space came out, while Myria waited while unpacking the school bag. The girl took out a textbook today and prepared a book for tomorrow on the study table. On the opposite side, her husband's study table was still clean, Myria had no guts to do the same to the Space bag. Besides being rude, they also seem to be unappreciative.

The creaking of the door distracted Myria. Space comes with a hair dryer in hand. The guy approached, then said, “Gue help.”

“Eh, but ..”

“Gue lo's husband, not anyone else.”

Myria. Since puberty, she has never removed the hijab in front of men. At home there is no father figure for him. So, this is the first time he's done that.

Even though it feels so strange, it is better to. Myria walked towards the dressing table, then sat down. Again, his hands had to go back and forth to open the towel that wrapped his head.

“Need me to help?” Angkasa asked while connecting the hair dryer on the electrical plug. He was even ready to stand behind his back.

Unpleasant if Angkasa gets angry again, Myria lowers the towel off her head and exposes her long hair. When all the strands were fully visible, the girl lowered her head and avoided the gaze.

The space behind it. Already every day she saw a long-haired woman without a hijab in school or wherever it was, but for this time as if her life was drifting, her eyes stared at the makeup glass without blinking.

“Kasa.”

Crazy ni girl, her hair is very alus. Fragrant too. Just hair is already this beautiful, how about the other part.

“Astagfirullah.” Space suddenly retreated and made Myria startled. However, when asked, he replied that there was nothing because it was impossible to confess about his wild thoughts.

***

The dining table is filled with three people. Angkasa and Myria eat without their parents. Mrs Nasita has eaten with Mr. Aji, but she faithfully accompanies him.

“Eat a lot, Myria.” For the umpteenth time, Mrs Nasita warned her daughter-in-law. He does not get tired of offering whatever is there.

Angkasa repeatedly glanced at his mother, but not the slightest attention as the wife. “Ma, leave us both ajalah.”

Madam Nasita stopped sliding the dishes. The woman looked at the child. “Why?”

“We're big, Ma. No need to be served like gini, anyways Mama tired all day already activity, mending cementin Papa.”

“Mama bother you? Say you want to date.”

The mother-of-two's answer made Myria blush, but not with Angkasa. The young man was still casually eating voraciously, grab a side dish here and there.

“As for Mama ajalah what call it, which obviously leave us alone. Some want to date, want to be alone also not pa-pa. Let not Mama alone who can be friendly.”

Son and Mother do not want to lose, there is just a discussion that continues to be discussed. Myria was just listening to the interaction of two people nearby.

Being a young bride is not the desire of Myria entirely because it is not too ready, but in fact it is not so bad because the Angkasa family is very friendly and warm.

Two parents who are now in-laws, although very busy with their respective activities, they do not forget to give love and attention to Angkasa. Evidently when meeting at the dinner table, Mr. Aji and Mrs Nasita did not hesitate to show attention.

“Yes, stop it, if so Mama up. You guys clean it all up yourself.” Mrs Nasita moved, but as she was about to step up, she remembered something. “Myria, tomorrow Mama check up health, have you thought about your suggestion last time?”

Kunyahan Myria stopped. She just remembered if she had not answered the mother-in-law's question about pregnancy. “Eum, Mother, Myria is afraid of it.”

“Why, Honey? Kan, there are all kinds of choices. You can consume pills alone without any pairs in the body if you are afraid.”

Understand where the talk of the mother leads, Angkasa interrupts, “Ah, Mama wants to ask Myria to install contraception, huh? No need, Ma. We are not doing.” He said straightforwardly. Space always conveys a desire without a stale base.

Step Lady Nasita back near the dining table. “Kasa, this is just a preventive step for your good. Besides still in school, the uterus on your wife is not yet mature enough to be occupied by a baby. There is no guarantee you will be silent if every day in the same room with Myria.”

The finished plate was pushed forward. Space rubbed his mouth with a tissue. “But really, Ma, I do not say anything, even if khilaf, yes, stay out just outside.”

Madam Nasita glared, while Myria immediately choked to hear Angkasa's words. The young man spoke too frontally and made his mother want to stick.

"Speak one more time, Mama separate your rooms."