Honeymoon ( 11 )

Bara knocked on the door without hesitation. Dila opened the door. It seemed that the girl who had changed status to be his wife was nervous.

  "I'll leave you two," Iqbal said as he left Bara and Dila.

After Iqbal left, Bara and Dila seemed to be frozen in their respective places. Dila was reluctant to accept Bara in their bridal chamber.

  "Can I come in, Dila?" Bara asked to break the silence.

Dila did not flinch. Only her body that was in front of Bara, but her heart had flown far to Egypt.

  "Can I come in?"  Bara asked again.

  Dila was still daydreaming. Bara carefully touched Dila's shoulder.

"Dila," called Bara once again.

Feeling Bara's touch made Dila startled and pale.

  "Sorry I surprised you, Dila," Bara said apologetically.  "Why are you daydreaming?"

Dila was silent and didn't want to answer Bara's question and changed the subject.

  "Please enter. Sorry I was daydreaming," said Dila nervously.

Bara and Dila sat on the bed. No one started the conversation and only silence greeted them.

  Bara felt Dila's nervousness and discomfort with Bara's presence.

  "Dila is that my suitcase?"  Bara opened the chat while pointing at the two suitcases.

"Y-yes," Dila stammered.

  "Don't be afraid of me Dila. I will not eat you. I am a man who keeps promises," Bara said, assured Dila.

  Dila blushed because Bara realized her attitude.

  "Didn't we agree to be friends?"  Bara asked again.

Bara thought that he was the one who would be silent a lot, it turned out to be Dila. Usually Dila was the easiest to talk to as usual.

  Bara was a priority customer at Dila's office. Everywhere he was, he always got male service from MBC bank.

Bara was the ten biggest customer at MBC Bank.

  "Don't be afraid Dila. I'm not a devil. Be friend with me," Bara said once again.

  Gradually Dila's nervousness and awkwardness faded because Bara was so welcome.  Bara understood Dila's feelings because his wife loved another man.

  "Forgive my attitude."

  "There's nothing to forgive, Dil. I understand your attitude. It's natural for your attitude to be like this because we got married because of matchmaking."

  "Thank you for understanding me. I'm lucky to have a husband like you," Dila said, she was praising Bara.

  Bara grinned as he smiled affirming Dila's words. If that woman knew who he really was? Was there still a compliment like this?

"You're welcome, Dila. Please act as usual when we meet."

  "We usually meet because of work, so I am flexible. Now our status is different. We are husband and wife. Now that change makes awkward ..."

  Bara chuckled with laughter at Dila's ridiculous attitude.

  "Yes-yes I understand. Oh yes Dila I was elected as a member of the West Sumatra's House of Representatives. Give congratulations to me," Bara said while stretching out his hand to shake his wife.

  "Congratulations, I am proud of you."

  "You are the wife of a councilor. You should be proud."  Bara joked, teased Dila.

  They laughed out loud and began to get close. Bara and Dila told each other about themselves. There was no awkwardness and nervousness between them.  They were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

  They talked until late at night.  Sleepiness made them want to sleep.

  Bara and Dila wanted to go to sleep but Dila's smartphone ringing annoyed them.

"Who calls at night like this, Dil?" Bara asked curiously.

"I don't know."  Dila shrugged her shoulders.

"Pick it up!" Bara said.

Dila took the smartphone on the nightstand and looked at the caller ID.

  "Mr. Satria," Dila said confusedly.

  "Why is that old pervert calling in the middle of the night," Dila said irritably.

"Just pick it up," Bara said.

  Dila picked up a call from Mr. Satria and didn't forget to turn on the speaker.

  "Hello sir," Dila said kindly.

  "Hello Dila. Sorry to disturb you at midnight. You don't play horse with Bara anymore, right?" Mr. Satria asked while teasing Bara's bride.

  Dila and Bara's eyes widened because they were annoyed by Mr Satria's prank.

  "You act like you've never young," said Dila with a devilish grin.

"Ouch, newlyweds. Really awkward to be disturbed at the first night," said Mr. Satria again.

"No, sir," said Dila sweetly.

  If she didn't remember that Mr. Satria was her superior, maybe Dila had said a curse to that old man.

  "If I may know why are you calling in the middle of the night like this?"

  "Oh, I forgot," Mr. Satria said  regretfully. "Did you open the present from me?"

"Yes sir."

"Did you open it with Bara? Or have you taken off your clothes together?" Pak Satria joked.

Bara and Dila's jaws hardened and their teeth chattered.

  If ... Only they could stuff this old man's mouth ...