Love Falls With Cry
I want that smell!

"What's different, Zy?"

"No way! It's just the soap that's in there and we're wearing it."

"Eitherway! But I'd rather smell that of your body. Stay close to me!"

Sanya's request cannot be denied. But it actually made Thozy repeatedly throw his breath holding a turbulent taste in his soul.

"Sa!"

"Yes!"

"I have to put on my clothes first."

"Oh, yeah! Hurry on!"

While Thozy changes her clothes, Sanya settles down on the bed.

"Zy! I'm here, why are you there?" the question that was thrown when he saw Thozy walking towards the sofabed made the man's steps stop.

"I'm going to sleep!"

"But I can't sleep, I want that smell!"

"Sanya, you have to understand! Try to close your eyes, you can."

"I've tried, that smell always looms over me. I want that smell!" Sanya got up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

God, why is he like this? Thozy realized that he had promised to take care of her, to obey all his wishes even those he did not ask to do. But, never expected there to be such a request. Really, he can't. But, if rejected he will judge Thozy a liar. If it is close to him, the man is afraid he cannot help himself.

"Zy!" that expectant spoiled voice, convinced Thozy that those words were not Sanya's wishes but the baby's wishes in her womb.

The man had been single since that morning, stepping with a heavy heart while enduring all the raging feeling in the chest.

"Sleep!" his body was laid down on the side of the bed. Like a child being given candy, Sanya immediately landed herself beside Thozy. However, just now that he was clinging to the side of Thozy the scent he inhaled made him nauseous. The woman wakes up and distances herself from Thozy.

"Why else, Sa? I've fulfilled your request why not sleep too?"

"You shirt. I don't like it!"

Thozy sniffed the smell of the t-shirts she was wearing.

"The scent of clothes, not the musty smell!"

"Yes, but I don't like it!"

"Well, how else do I have to be? I'm so wrong!"

"Open your clothes!"

"What the fuck are you, Sa?" the word that slid with a loud voice shed his tears. Thozy was never that rude to her. "Sorry! I just feel like your request is ridiculous." The tightening t-shirt on his body was released. The woman's tears again made her have to be willing to do something she did not like. "Come on, we're sleeping!" the little body of the woman he had married and carried lay to his side.

Sleeping with his face stuck under Thozy's armpit, and his arms tightly hugging the burly body beside him was a really difficult position for the man to breathe. Repeatedly drawn breath that feels tight and hunting. He was forced to close his eyes but his mind remained in action against the turmoil of self. Glanced at the woman's face, it was unbelievable that Sanya had been in the dreamland.

"Sleep! This watchman of yours will always be there for you despite having to go through an inner damning storm."

By morning, Thozy is awakened by the sound of Beo perching in the front yard of the hotel where they are staying. Try to remember his existence now because in his residence he never heard Beo chattering. His gaze circled around and rested on the figure in front of him. The figure that was being hugged and hugged him tightly.

"Sa, wakeup!" the young woman's cheeks were gently patted. "Sa! Just sanya! Come on, Sanya!" shaken his shoulder. The woman's eyes were opened but closed again. "Hey, Wake! What kind of wife, unfortunately not this stumbling? If you still want to sleep, let me go let me get up!" the nose of Sanya.

"Huh? Whahuh? Whatchu mean?" he said still in a lazy voice.

"No, look at yourself!" he pointed at Sanya's tightened arm on her waist. The woman timidly raised her arm.

"If you still want to sleep, please! But, you have to take a shower and eat and continue your sleep. You must familiarize the goodness for fetal growth in your womb. His health is our happiness."

Why does this man always associate himself with this baby who is clearly not his flesh and blood? Never the love that ever... Uh! Sanya again brushed off the shadow she felt she could not reach. Only a friend is a helper angel for him. Yep! Only a best friend takes him out of a complicated and embarrassing problem. That's what needs to be put on his chest.

"Hmmmm, daydream again! Do I want to take you to the bathroom?"

"Yeah!" he covered his mouth with both hands.

"May!" Thozy approached his wife into the bathroom. He rubbed the woman's neck. "You want to eat something? Foods that can at least reduce morning sickness."

"I want hot porridge made by mama!"

Thozy picked up her phone, fiddled and heard the voice of people from across.

"August, Ma!"

"Morning, Son Thozy! What's up?"

"Gini, Ma! Sanya's stomach is crumbling again, Thozy just wants to beg Mama's help."

"What help, son?"

"Can you make some hot porridge for Sanya?"

"Oh yeah! If it was, it just so happened that Mama just finished making porridge. Racka and Ricky."

"Thank you, Mom!"

"Yes, Son! For a while drink hot water first while waiting for porridge."

"Good, Ma! Already, yes Ma!"

"Yes,Son!"

Sanya was still struggling against her circumstances. He tried to smell the soap foam he wore last night but the situation did not change.

"Sa! You should take a shower, who knows, a little later. Soon Racka and Ricky deliver the porridge!"

"Zy!"

"What's wrong?"

"I. i..."

"By the way! I am your husband, it is appropriate to know your wishes especially at a time like this!"

"I want that smell!" his eyes poked at the bathroom tiles, not daring to look at Thozy.

"Yes! I know but you take a shower first!"

Sanya's eyes sparkled cheerfully, the woman immediately hugged Thozy. "Thank you!"

"I think Racka and Ricky have come I have to meet them." Hearing Thozy's words, Sanya immediately let go of her embrace.

Lucky rental house that selected Thozy to facilitate the preparation of his wedding with Sanya not far from the hotel reception place so it did not take long to deliver the porridge.

"You don't eat?" sanya asked when it came to the third bribe.

"Eat, if there's anything left to you, I'll eat." Thozy stroked the top of Sanya's head.

Whahuh? He's gonna eat what I left? Doesn't he disgust? Sanya stared unmoved at Thozy. His head is lying,

"Don't! Since childhood we were accustomed not to eat something that is the leftovers of others."

Thozy laughed crisply, "Sanya, just yesterday we held a marriage appointment. You call me your husband, I call you my wife. Before the Lord and His congregation I, Thozy Caesarea, take thee Sanya Manafela, as my lawful wife. I promise.bla-bla-bla. Am I someone else to you?"

For the second time Sanya shook her head .

"If you don't want to share with me, spend it! What matters to me is you and him growing in your womb. I want him out with a healthy soul and body." Thozy took a seat beside Sanya. The woman's back was taken.

"You didn't shower?"

Hmmmm, thought Thozy this two-bodied woman had forgotten about the smell problem! Apparently not. Whether until when this will be lived, Thozy felt he would not be able to control himself if the circumstances did not change.