Auction Husband
Strong Sok

Today, I began to move as usual before being estranged in that house. The house of Mr. Al that could not be prevented now I miss it. I couldn't tell the difference between missing the house or missing the owner.

If it wasn't for Amanda matching myself from last night to get me to college today, maybe I would still be reluctant to move. I'm so grateful to the best friend of the universe, because Amanda my body wants to move on the bed.

What's so bad about me?

Wake up early because the host woke up. At the dinner table breakfast is available. I just eat.

I wailed because the chair surrounding the dining table was empty. No one is sitting there yet. I'm starting to feel strange because Mas Wira –suami Amanda rarely comes home to this house.

“Eh, it's neat aja.”

That voice shifted my focus thinking about my best friend's household story. Amanda in her casual clothes pulled the chair across from me and sat there. His face looks sloppy.

“You're out crying?” I get confused and worried at the same time.

Amanda shook her head weakly and smiled faintly. A smile that I thought of as just camouflage to cover up the sadness of his heart. His smile did not reach his eyes, not even very far away.

He thought, I'm a child what can be lied to at will? It sucks my best friend's side. In fact, all this time I have opened up all my disgrace and all my misery to him. But Amanda doesn't want to share her problems with me.

I keep mengedumel in my heart. My lips are tightly clenched. But inside here keeps nagging indistinctly. I really want my lips to open wide and remove all the uneg-uneg from the chest. However, I am still self-aware that not everyone who when feeling sad can freely tell stories to others. Same with Amanda.

Amanda's the kind of person who harbors feelings. Motherly figure and ready to help anyone becomes a plus for him. Luckily the man named Wiratama could have Amanda as his wife.

If Amanda's crying has anything to do with Mas Wira, I certainly can't go deeper. That's their household business. And I do not have experience about the problems that concern the husband and wife relationship.

Marriage to belom.

The relationship is still of unclear status.

Dating relationships do not guarantee a match. Many, really, who long courtship never married to someone else. For years just keep people's soul mates. That, anyway, is called apes. That's why, when I'm in a relationship with a man, I don't want to get too involved in a serious relationship. Especially a distant relationship. My experience is still minimal about the relationship with the opposite sex that makes me refrain from asking too many questions with Amanda. Because I would understand such a business.

“You got to campus, ‘kan, today? Don't let it go, you know. Quickly finish your lecture,” Amanda said in a hoarse voice. Typical of people who have finished crying.

Even with the seemingly chaotic conditions, Amanda was still able to provide encouragement for me. That was super my best friend. Best friend of all time.

“Iya, relax. I will go to campus and take care of the script,” I explained while grimacing widely. Then feed breakfast into the mouth, eat slowly and swallow slowly with eyes that remain focused looking at the woman who just stirring the drink in her cup.

I frowned in wonder as Amanda quickly moved her tears that were dripping down her cheeks. The woman also lowered her head in hiding her cries.

I shifted my plate towards the front roughly. The move I made managed to make Amanda tiptoed in shock. His head looked up, returning my sharp gaze to him. As if aware of what I was thinking, Amanda quickly rubbed her face with both hands.

Amanda smiled faintly. Again, I saw the woman trying to pretend in front of me. And it makes me feel really upset.

“I don't like your pretense, Amanda,” I said sharply. I looked at the woman who looked gasp sharply, as sharp as I said. Might as well.

“What do you mean? I'm not pretending,” that makes me smile cynically.

“I know you are pretending to be tough in front of me,” protest me cynically.

“I'm not pretending. I'm just trying to be strong,” he defended himself.

“What is your problem so heavy? To the point of not being able to stop the tears flowing continuously on your face,” my question. I put both hands on the table in interlocking positions. Lean the body until it touches the edge of the table, slashing the distance that lies between us.

“Actually just a trivial matter.” Again. Amanda wiped her tears. “But I am a child. I'm very crybaby, ‘kan?” Amanda chuckles softly. As if laughing at yourself.

“Dong nangis. His name also has tears. If her tears are dry, she cannot cry. And the cry is not only for children, adults also need to cry to relieve the heart,” sahutku length times the width of a pool size.

Amanda chuckled softly. “Still yes. The horrors from you make my heart feel relieved. At least, some think that crying is a natural thing,” he said slowly.

“Yes, who said crying was childish?” ask me with my eyes squeaking.

In front of me, Amanda seemed to be misbehaving. I know if he has trouble answering questions that I find very trivial. However, it is not necessarily for Amanda. The question I asked him was very heavy. Until a few minutes passed, the woman could not answer him.

“Mas Wira said that? Or your mother-in-law?” tanyaku carefully.

I know Amanda's relationship with her mother-in-law is not good. You could say the two women who are different ages and meet the elderly often do not fit together. In any case. good chatter, habits, favorite food to taste even the two women did not have a match. Amanda often felt inferior and alienated in her husband's family.

A few minutes passed and still no answer from Amanda, making me draw conclusions if the one who said that Amanda was childish was Mas Wira or his mother. Yeah, between those two guys.

“Mas Wira don't come home again today? Still busy out of town, or outside the others?” ask me in a satirical tone. In fact, I have tried my best to be able to set my tone. Still, that annoyed tone could not be withheld.

“To outside the city. He was mutated there.”

Finally, Amanda opened her voice after a few minutes of silence. I understand with that information.

“Then follow me to campus,” my proposal while smiling widely.