SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
ExtraBab - Hair Cut

Arga stood in front of the bathroom door. Waiting for Syahdu to get out of there. He knew he was wrong for lying to Syahdu. What Syahdu said was true. He should think more about the health of his wife and the fetus in the womb. Moreover, Syahdu initially rejected the pregnancy. But for her sake, Syahdu wants to give birth to his descendants.

The bathroom door is open. Syahdu came out without looking at Arga. The man held his wife's arm.

"Shahdu..."

"Ck!" Syahdu clucked, glancing back at him. For the first time, Syahdu was angry with her and quite serious.

"Shahdu.."

The woman came out of the room, ignoring Arga there. He headed for the dining room that Margaret and Julia had been waiting for.

Breakfast at the dinner table was crowded. Syahdu flanked by Julia and Margaret chatted loudly. The woman did not seem to have any problems. He's good at covering it up.

Arga pulled out a chair and sat down before Syahdu with a dull face. His apology was not served Syahdu. Moreover, his wife did not want to look at him.

"Lho, are you home? Mami doesn't know." Julia said.

"Last night." The answer is short, then take the sandwich and eat it lazy.

"Why, anyway? Early in the morning, it's his face." Julia looked at her unusual child. Then he noticed also Syahdu next to him who was eating casually. Abai to Arga. Then he understood, it seemed that his son and daughter-in-law were in trouble. Julia also chose silence, not to take care of the problems of both.

After finishing breakfast, Syahdu went into the room. There, he opened Arga's suitcase and folded back the clean clothes and separated them with dirty clothes.

Arga is in. He noticed Syahdu who cleaned his things even though the woman was angry with him.

"Shahdu." Arga crouched down in front of his wife. The woman still didn't see him. He focused on what he was doing.

"Darling, sorry. I lied to you. In the future I will be better. I'm trying to stop smoking for you and our son. Please, I'm sorry. Please don't ignore me gini rich." Arga's face paled, hoping that the wife would no longer be angry with him. But it seems to have failed. Syahdu was still silent and stood up to arrange his clothes into the closet.

Arga stood up. In the arm Syahdu. "Darling, please beat me up. Just a sebentaar." His speech begged that finally made Syahdu look at him.

Arga pulled Syahdu's hug. Actually, one week of not meeting makes him very homesick. But last night's incident made his relationship and Syahdu tenuous.

"I'm sorry." Arga stroking Syahdu's hair. Fucked the shoulder of the woman who did not return his embrace.

"I'll stop smoking. But please give me time. I must have stopped but it was hard for me to stop. I've been searching in the gugel, how to stop and I need you to support me. Wants, right? Help me, will you?"

Syahdu finally raised his hand and hugged Arga. Yes, she wants to help her husband.

Arga smile. Even without a word, Arga knows the answer Syahdu.

"I miss you so much." Say Arga again, kiss Syahdu's forehead.

The girl lay her face on Arga's chest. Wherever misses. Really miss...

...🍁...

Syahdu came and put a cup of lemon tea on the table where Arga was sitting with a guitar hug. Sometimes he wrote something on paper after plucking the strings a few times.

Syahdu sat nearby, glancing at the messy writing on the paper.

"You wrote another song?"

"H 'em. Last song."

"Last song?" Syahdu's eyebrows are wrinkled.

"Yes, baby." Arga put his guitar on the seat next to him. Then turn to Syahdu.

"I want to stop being a singer. How do you think?" Tanya Arga, wants to know the response of his wife.

"Suddenly kok? What's wrong?"

Arga clasped his wife's hand tightly. "I thought it was mateng-mateng. Singing is just a hobby I developed because of you. Now you are beside me, so I have no reason to continue this. Because this is also what keeps us often far apart." Arga was clearly again on Syahdu.

"You..sure?"

"Related. I don't want you to keep thinking about me outside the house. I know you asked me to go to Ibra. Yeah, right?"

Syahdu folds lips when caught. Has Ibra been complaining to Arga?

Arga chuckled at Syahdu's reaction. "I've stopped all the projects from two weeks. I broke up to continue the business that Oma gave me. Because Oma said earlier, Oma's appointed director passed away last night. So, I want to continue."

"I also thought of him. I already know where he wants to be in Oma company. Anyway you just calm down, all I've arranged." He said while stroking Syahdu's cheek with his thumb.

"Eh, your cheeks are getting fuller, yeah." Arga pinched the cheeks of Syahdu that began to puff.

"Damnah!" Syahdu hit Arga's arm, not happy to have his cheek made into a toy.

"Hehee. It's not because you eat a lot. It must be this little guy, right." Arga held the belly of Syahdu which started to bulge a little.

"This must be the father's son who wants to eat a lot. Yeah, right?" Arga stroked and invited to chat fetuses that were in the stomach of Syahdu. "He's healthy, son. Don't make your mother sick."

Syahdu smiled, stroking Arga's hair gently. Luckily he has a guy like Arga.

"Here, sit." Arga patted his thigh, asking Syahdu to sit on his lap.

"I'm heavy, you know.."

"Here, spit." Arga said again, drawing Syahdu to sit on his thigh.

Syahdu sat on Arga's lap. His hands were round the neck of the man.

Arga looked up, looking at Syahdu's shady face. When pregnant like this, the aura of beauty Syahdu so radiated.

"duh. Weight, yes." Arga Ledek.

"Udah ah!"

Arga chuckled as he tightened his arm around Syahdu's waist, not wanting his wife to run away.

"Kidding, baby. You are, right now sensi, yes. Easily angry. Is it because my son is here?" He said holding Syahdu's stomach.

"That's why don't you keep making bete, dong."

"Hehe. Yeah, sorry, yeah." Arga kissed Syahdu's lips briefly. "But seriously. You're getting pretty. Is our daughter a girl, huh?"

"What do you want?"

"Hemm. If I, want women or men no problem. What matters is your. You must be healthy, strong, and able to care for it. You've been taking vitamins that Oma bought, right?"

"orda. I also control routine. Oma and Mami really take care of me."

Arga smile. Mercifully. He was relieved when Syahdu was treated very well in his family.

"I want a haircut. My hair is getting longer. You're just as rich." Tukas Arga, spoiled in the recesses of Syahdu's neck.

"Yes, yauda there, gih."

Arga kissed Syahdu's neck, then made a mark there. Arga's action made Syahdu gasp and then push Arga's body.

"iii. The arga! You fuck, anyway. Red, tau." His grunts were upset while rubbing the former made by Arga. Syahdu stood up from Arga's lap.

"Hehee. You get ready, yeah. After I'm back from barbershop, we're on a date." Arga with a face. But Syahdu looked at him with suspicion.

"Dating? Where do you want to go?"

"To..." Arga's eyes led to their room.

Syahdu confusedly directed his eyes towards the room, and he immediately understood.

"What a rich date is that." Resist Syahdu with a soft voice.

Arga chuckled as he still heard his wife's voice.

"I'll go first." He said while peeping Syahdu's forehead and immediately left.

** heyyoo!! Gonna give word to you guys. As much as possible I will pay Syahdu even once a month. Because I want to make WHAT IF Syahdu and Arga. See Ya🫶**

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