31 Days
The Mustache
...The story of the moustache I don't know....
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As we know, if their marriage is only a matchmaking. There is no love and sincerity. Then it is understandable, if they have been sleeping separately.
With two different beds, far distances and room space that never fused. That's how they've been living in a household.
Now in the middle of late at night, they were sitting and staring at the exchanged diary book. Nana with the mushroom diary and Farel with her magic grandmother.
Farel's feelings were quite trembling and unsettled. It feels awkward to see the diary Nana, soon he has to read the contents of the writing.
With a strong determination, he immediately opened the first sheet that had been written neatly by black ink. There he saw there were about 3 paragraphs that lined up neatly, that was Nana's first heart curse.
Farel began to read the initial sentence and his eyes continued to shift from left to right.
Sunday, 1 April 2022
Dear Diary's..
...I met the mustache. He was dirty, smelly, brown white and very thin. The feeling I had when I first met him was quite pleasant....
...I know a little about his bad behavior. Always attack something smaller and weaker. Even he doesn't hesitate to always steal what is not his....
...But still, she is adorable. I need to get her home soon. I have to take good care of him, but dear the mustache is a little creepy, I have to tame it a little....
Farel's eyes still glared at reading it all. His heart and mind were stunned for quite a long time, he was still unable to digest at all Nana's writing.
He had absolutely no idea what each word meant that contained many question marks. He was neither a literary child nor a grammarian.
Who's the moustache?
Is he a man or a woman?
When and why did Nana get to know the moustache?
Suddenly, his entire brain was full of questions. Just this time, he could turn away just because of a wife's writing.
But his heart refused. There is a sense of prestige and cannot take it for granted. He then hurriedly closed the diary.
Farel is trying to be indifferent and doesn't want to know what. His job is just to read, not to get into the writing.
Come on, Farel!
He immediately rushed out of the room, carrying the diary book in his right hand. Farel intends to immediately return Nana's diary as soon as possible. He can't stand it!
But in the middle room, there was Nana standing. He put on a slightly irritated and dislike face. Farel was certainly surprised, this was a bit unusual.
"This is what the hell is a Rail?" nana asked as she opened the first sheet of the mushroom diary book.
"Yes, nulis dong," replied Farel casually.
"Look good, here obviously you only write one sentence," said Nana with eyes bulging.
"So? Is she gonna be wrong?" asked Farel indifferently.
"It's not just wrong anymore, but it's completely destroyed" Nana said as she gave the mushroom diary to Farel.
"What's wrong Na, the feeling of Indonesian spelling is right."
"I was sitting and writing in a diary. This you call a diary," commented Nana with a huff, tumben.
"It's the same, just a secentence like you did!" farel's debate won't lose.
Nana chose to put an end to this ridiculous dispute immediately. She did not want to be swept away for too long in the anger of her husband. Nana's hand while seizing the witch's diary with a little rough.
He looked at Farel's face seriously. There was no touch of carefree and funny face from Nana as usual.
"Tomorrow, you have to learn more, improve your writing, use the heart of Rel," said Nana as she stepped forward leaving Farel alone.
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On the way home from work, Farel was driving in a less focused mind. He kept thinking about the figure of the mustache in the story of Nana.
As hard as he ignored the intent of the writing, the more curious he became. In his mind began to appear various speculations. But Farel's biggest suspicion was another man. It could be that there is a man that Nana is hiding quietly.
But who's that guy?
The mustache with a white brown pattern, skinny and smelly.
Oh no, no. But this is Nana, her tastes from the past are strange. So it could happen.
But why should the mustache he craved so much? Even he wanted to tame that man?
Is he a market thug or could he be a member of a wild biker gang?
Farel's mind was very chaotic and dead-end, he could not find the slightest answer.
Until he was not aware, if the car he was speeding was approaching the residential alley. Farel had to be more calm, lest Nana know if her mind was frustrated just because of a diary.
But not from the direction of his house, he was seeing a crowd in front of Surti's house. The neighbors seemed to be gathering, they were sitting casually on a large wooden bench.
Farel stopped his car, he lowered the windshield. His head looked out and saw the situation from inside the car.
Apparently there was Nana there, she was laughing and chatting fun with them. The neighbors he was not happy with in the least.
Nana's eyes begin to catch her husband still in the car. Then he got down from the wooden chair and immediately ran over to Farel.
With a red face and a rose-like crack, she persuaded Farel to get out of the car immediately.
"Rel, good thing you've come home, come with us to eat together," Nana asked excitedly.
"Lazy, you go. I want to rest" replied Farel very indifferently.
Hearing Farel's rude rejection, it does not make Nana desperate. He then opened the car door and pulled Farel's body out by force.
This time Nana's attraction does not play, as a result Farel can not fight. He followed the will of his wife.
There he stood in front of quite a number of people. Farel was a little awkward, because all this time he had never mingled with the neighbors.
"Mother, father, please welcome our honored guest, FAREEELLL." cried Nana with great pleasure.
The neighbors present clapped their hands. They really welcome special guests from the country sebrang. Meanwhile Farel could only dwell with a ashamed face. Nana really sucks.
Farel glimpsed anyone who was gathering in the afternoon like this. There is a surti mother with her son a policeman, Agus. Mr. Gunawan the cabman was running with his teenage daughter and his wife.
It turns out that there is Tini's mother, the boss of a gossip gang with her husband and son who have been in college. Lastly, there is a young widower with one two-year-old daughter.
They really gathered and united. In front of them are neat rows of dishes and traditional snacks that spoil the tongue.
"Alamak, we meet again," said Agus, the police officer who is not too young.
"Come on, join us. This is a thanksgiving event to welcome the arrival of police officials," said Mr. Gunawan with passionate enthusiasm.
"Ahh, Mr. Gunawan could. My son is just a regular cop, anyway" Surti replied with a low laugh.
"Son Farel come sit here, let's eat together," asked Mr. Adam, Tini's mother's husband.
"Don't be ashamed, just calm down Farel. Even though we're all men, don't get me wrong about eating our food ahead!" said Dimas, a cool widower with a job as marketing.
Meanwhile, Farel did not respond to all offers to four men with different backgrounds. He was still unable to adjust to this crowded and open environment.
On the side of things Nana felt very happy if Farel wanted to try to blend in with them. Therefore, she did not hesitate to continue to encourage her husband to sit with the neighbors.
"Come on the rail, we're eating. Look, there's a jengkol stew" whispered Nana to Farel.
"Can you not bother rich gini, maksa from earlier," replied Farel with a sour face.
"Just relax, they're all good. Don't worry much" Nana said, pushing for Farel to move.
He was finally able to make Farel sit in the middle of the fathers who were in a circle. There they were enthusiastic about the presence of Farel the top man.
Farel was now looking at the four men. Slowly both eyes began to look at the physical and appearance of their faces.
Something just stuck in his heart. Suddenly, the fur began to stand. Because he found out that the four men all had whiskers.
There were moustaches that were smooth, bushy, long, wide, pitch black and all looked suitable for their faces. The moustache began to raise a lot of preconceived notions for Nana in an instant.
Farel started glancing at Nana directly. He soon realized that he was very friendly and close to all the men here. She even paid more attention to her own husband than to those who were nothing.
Farel's heart began to grow. He did not accept that Nana did have an affair between the four lowly men like them.
But who exactly is that moustache?
Is he really among them?
