Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 35: College Plan

The silence along the way remained until home. Myria guessed that Angkasa was really mad at her. The husband silenced and said the need that had been used as an excuse to seduce Friska.

“Kasa.”

The guy who just came out of the bathroom looked up. The sky shook, but the look in his eyes seemed to represent the question ‘apa’ from the lips.

Myria who saw such a response could only sigh. He knew he was outrageous because he was clueless and allowed Angkasa to wait in the parking lot like a man with a lack of work. “You angry? I'm sorry,” said Myria in a slow tone full of regret.

Space still pursed his lips. His expression was ordinary and not tense, but still made Myria uncomfortable. Without giving an explanation, the man stepped towards the wardrobe. Azan Magrib had been reverberating, Angkasa thought there was no time for chatting at this moment.

Myria is approaching Space. Instead of showering soon, the girl was still trying to apologize.

“Lo not horrified azan?” While pulling the clothes, Space's mouth let out words in the end. He immediately put on a short-sleeved cocoa shirt to the body that had been coated in a tight shirt before. “Bathletes, I want to go to mosque.”

Contrary to his indifferent attitude, Angkasa does have a habit of going to the mosque while at home. At first Myria was shocked to see that, but long accustomed and amazed. Wasn't it in the early days of Space approaching that Myria called herself a delinquent? However, the delinquent attitude in question never once his wife saw.

The abandonment of the wardrobe, Angkasa moved to the makeup glass and wore fragrances. One moment that Myria always liked when her sense of smell craved the perfume of the young man.

“Gue tell elo to shower, Myria!” From the front mirror of his face, Angkasa still saw his wife pecking at the back.  Of course the young man was not responsible in governing.

Myria. He immediately retreated and rushed to the bathroom. After finishing with the affairs of cleaning up, Myria came out and did not see her husband anymore.

Dinner with the family was so quiet. Madam Nasita to the astonishment of seeing her son's face. He deliberately stood up, then picked up the side dish and added it to Myria's plate. “Add more fish, Darling.”

Thought back the son, Mrs Nasita more astonished. Ordinary days, when he spoiled Myria, Angkasa would follow. But why is it not so now? The woman in the maroon flower dress was of course suspicious.

Something's wrong with these kids.

“Kasa, you want to add?”

Angkasa. He had been chewing food since then, but his eyes were blank as if daydreaming. The young man shook his head after coming to his senses.

“Tumben once you lemes so? Is there a problem?”

Back Space gave an answer just by shaking its head. He continued eating, without wanting to explain anything.

Myria beside Space swallowed her hard-earned food. All the attitudes shown by the husband because of him. I don't know in what way this time the girl had to persuade.

“Is there any other problems in school?” Mrs Nasita was not satisfied with Space's answer. He wanted to make sure all the activities of his son and daughter-in-law were okay. As a mother, Lady Nasita did not spend much time with Angkasa or Myria. He still works in his own shop.

“Not there, Ma. We're doing fine. No need to be confused. All smoothly, lessons also no problems.” Understand the attitude of his mother who is always worried about excess, Angkasa opens his mouth. He did not want the mother to give any other strange orders, other than confiscating the motor.

The dining table was left behind by everyone. Angkasa and Mr. Aji go first and leave their wives. The two men passed through the middle room, then one of them called out.

“Kasa, sit down for a while. Friend Papa watch tivi.”

The father's orders are absolute to him, Angkasa complies and directs the body to the sofa. The young man deliberately sat in a different place from Mr. Aji in order to easily notice.

The television is on, Mr. Aji put the remote on the small table in front of the sofa. The leader of the family started saying, “You and Myria are graduating soon. Do any of you want to go abroad?”

The sky returned the father's gaze. His shoulders lifted a little. “I haven't spoken to this Myria.”

“If I can choose, I want to go to England. But I'm not sure Mama would agree.”

Mr. Aji rubbed his chin while nodding. He almost forgot his wife had a flight trauma. Is there a chance to let Angkasa go abroad like his late first son.

A sigh came out of Mr. Aji's lips. The man made a temporary decision. “Papa will try to discuss this. However, Papa wants you to be a man who has a lot of knowledge and can continue the company. Well, even though the Kalastra Group doesn't belong to Papa, we have to take care of it. One day if your uncle comes back and takes over all that, he can be happy because the company left by your late grandfather is still intact.”

The sky understood. “What about Uncle Mandala going back to this family, Pa?”

“Papa don't know. Just in case. Never mind the parents business. Your job is only to study now, either studying academically or studying to be a good husband. Later if you go to England, it means Myria's choice is only two. Come with you one place or stay here with family.”

“I'll talk this to him, Pa. We don't talk about a lot of problems like this. Maybe Myria has not decided too because all this time her life is so.”

Understand the meaning of his son, Mr. Aji justifies. He no longer held back Space to keep company. “You can go to the room if you haven't studied.”

PR Mathematics is still unspoiled, Angkasa stands and acts apart. He left the living room and went to the room immediately.

There were not ten minutes of work on the task, the creaking of the door distracted Space. His face remained facing the book, but his eyes glanced sideways.

“Kasa.” One glass of water placed Myria in front of the Space, while another one was taken to his own study table. She did not sit down, but pulled out a chair and returned to her husband.

“You're still angry? I'm sorry,” said Myria with her hands against the side of the table. “Kasa,” call him again with a soft voice and a moody face.

Space watched. Looking at Myria's sad eyes like they were filled with gray clouds, she sighed. This is the moment that the young man has become weak. “Gue not angry.” That's all that was said, and then the Space returned to follow all the tasks.

The three words that her husband answered did not make Myria relieved. He moved the chair closer. “I'm sorry. I promise I won't be gini again. You should also know that I'm afraid of looking like a kid, so purposely go home with Friska.”

Space flutters. The vocabulary from his mouth seemed very expensive.

But Myria did not give up. He probably slept with guilt and fear of sin.

The instant pink veiled girl landed her head on the husband's shoulder for the first time, her fingers creeping down and clasping Angkasa's hand on the table. Stationery of course just came off.

“My husband, Narendra Angkasa Sastra, this is my hand on your hand, my eyes will not be closed until you are ridha.”

Space pensively after hearing Myria's words. A few seconds later, he and his wife were silent. The silence did not last long as the next second, the hand held was drawn and moved towards Myria's shoulder to embrace.

With a gentle and slow motion, Angkasa landed his wife's head on his shoulder to lean on. He turned his head slightly, then gave a kiss so deep in the crown and successfully made Myria's eyes wide open.

“Gue is not angry. Don't apologize continuously. Now you can relax?”

Myria. His heart is beating so hard. There was a surge of warmth creeping all over the surface of his smooth skin.

Is this what a warm hug from a man feels like?

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