FAITHFULLY YOURS (BSBB)
Chapter 4

...Chapter 4 | Faithfully Yours...

"Women who are abandoned because of other women are the lucky ones. They are free from inappropriate partners. And vice versa."

mia Sunny - Mia.

"Mell."

"Hm?"

"Anu... There's another job."

"Ck. Yeah, specs how?"

"Bapack-Bapack is 39 years old. Wife two. The Hotel Manager. Grey sedan car. Just want to chat kangen," said Rara carefully without mentioning the name. However, I already knew who he meant.

"resist. Males I'm the same creature that one. I can't stand his body odor, Ra. I swear," I refused firmly. "Well, how to kiss."

"Well, baby if you're rejected."

"If you want to, why aren't you the same?" shoot me while chewing the pea porus.

"He wants you to be the same. How am I?"

"Gue has a mission. Not peddling yourself—eh. Sorry, Ra, I don't mean ..."

"No pa-pa. Relaxed... He only wants to see her once, he said. He said, kangen has not seen you for a long time," persuaded Rara.

"Oath yeah, Ra, I've never known him. Time, the things he loves are asked to return again? Ilfeel. So, please, no! Push back. Uh no, no. BLACKLIST!"

"Scorpio says to the point..."

"Oh, yes obviously. And, I'm proud. Hehe," said I who now suck a cold cola diet with casually sloped legs on the sofa. "I don't want to, yeah, Ra. Don't guess me to meet him. NEVER. You have two too, isn't that enough?"

"Yes, his name is also a man's instinct." Rara let out a long breath.

"Whatever. That's his business. Anyway NO!"

***

"Mas, I agree we met it because Rara said, Mas wants to say something. Yes, yes, spout celarin," I said, shaking the air. The smell of Mas Agung's body began to roar unpleasant.

She's the one Rara meant last night. Finally, by force, I agreed to meet the 39-year-old Mas Agung – Papack-Bapack who was married to two people - in a restaurant. Although this is a place to eat, I really am not feeling the taste of ordering anything. In addition to unpleasant body odor, Mas Agung has mushroom cultivation on his feet. I once accidentally saw the scene that caused the traumatic effect when Mas Agung took off his wet shoes due to flooding on the main street near the Lumiera hotel.

During the internship, he always approached me and gave me expensive gifts. However, after I confirmed that I couldn't give more to her, she asked back the laptop and digital camera she had once given. In fact, the laptop was used to do college assignments.

Yes, he was the manager of the hotel where I was interning at that time. Luckily, after the internship is over, I don't need to see him every day anymore. Until now I wonder, why yes, can there be women who want to get married and even be pitted against by Mas Agung? What an unsolved mystery.

"Mellyssa, please Mas, yes. Please, just this one time," he asked full of earnestness. The Great Mas who sat before me, held tightly to my hands with a tangled face. A photo of the first pregnancy ultrasound of his second wife. Apparently, he asked me to lend him money for the cost of giving birth to his second wife. He said, the baby in the womb of his wife is in an inverted position or breech with an umbilical cord winding.

He also added that his wife's pregnancy was 40 weeks old, where it was the age of the womb that was very mature and ready to be born. However, the position of the baby's head is not yet below. This made the doctor decide to take quick action to save the baby, namely by cesarean section. Currently, Mas Agung's wife is in the hospital, waiting for the doctor's action.

What other drama is this? Rara said, Mas Agung wants to give me money. Whereabouts? It's the opposite.

The cost of cesarean operations is at least thirty million rupiah. That's how much the Great wants to borrow from me. In my heart I asked, does this person not have any savings at all? How could she not prepare for the birth of her child? How irresponsible he is as a father.

Looking at the USG photo that shows the baby, as well as the tangled face of Mas Agung who is chaotic thinking about his son and wife, my heart feels strange. The child was waiting in there, where his life and death depended on the decision I was about to make. Right now I'm very worried about making it. At a time when I myself also need funds, on the other hand there is the life of a small creature is at stake. Aaargh, I don't like this! I'm not a charity!

I exhaled a long, long breath. Finally, I made a decision that I believed to be the right one. I'll help him this time. No, not Great Man. I helped that innocent little guy. Mas Agung breathed a sigh of relief after hearing my approval. Curse the mobile phone on the table and process M-banking to make the transfer of funds.

"Return immediately. Remember that, Mas," I warned in a really serious tone.

"Thank you ... Thank you very much, Mel ... Will return it immediately. Really," said Mas Agung stammeredly wiping the corner of his wet eyes. He then gave permission to go to the hospital immediately.

Yeah, go, Mas. Accompany your wife as she gives birth and welcome your child into the world. May he be born healthy, safe, and be a devoted child to his parents. Amens.

***

Today I accompanied Rara to the hotel where she would meet a woman who owned the building. Rara said the mother's husband had died a few years ago. Rara often met and listened to her old stories while still with her late husband.

I waited in the lobby, not accompanying Rara in the owner's office. Not to be disrespectful, it's just that my feelings are currently uncomfortable. It was as if something was waiting for me. Amit-amit. I really am not praying for trouble. But, why is this feeling so uncomfortable?

The open door of the hotel elevator could be seen from the sofa I was sitting on now. A loud noise rang out from there as the door opened. The incident caught the attention of hotel guests, until they approached to see what was going on.

"Basic naughty woman! Seductive husband of people!" shouted the mother in black shirt.

I watched from afar without moving from where I was sitting. The three people involved in the fight also attracted each other. A blonde young woman and a familiar looking middle-aged man try to escape from the mother.

"HEH, I'M FREELANCING!" snarled the young woman.

They're out of the elevator. "Let go, Salma!" The man was trying to get his hands off the blonde hair.

Oh, wait. Let me guess. This must be an affair. They were eventually separated by security guards. How shocked I was to see more clearly, the man involved in the commotion was the person I saw at the red light a few days ago. Then, the young lady was Celine—kutuniku—which was the person who was sitting in her passenger seat at that time.

I was still in the lobby and allowed myself not to get involved with the ongoing fight. More precisely, I don't care. I was still there, sitting there for about an hour. Rara then sent a message and told me to go home first. Then, I headed to the parking area and walked to the car that was in the corner.

When I was about to open the door, I was surprised to see someone who had made a fuss in the hotel lobby. The mother sat on the floor in a corner of the parking area with her head lowered. It could be seen that his body was shaking and I was sure that he was crying.

The cry decays without a sound which means it comes from the deepest heartache. I can feel it. I took a tissue from the car and I gave it to him. The mother looked up and received the tissue that I was thrusting. He wiped the tears that made his mask fade and successfully blackened the eye area. The red lipstick that he tasted was smeared irregularly. I suspect she tried to come up with a thick makeup to give her the energy and courage to run over the woman who had disrupted her marriage.

"Women who are abandoned because of other women are the lucky ones. They are free from inappropriate partners. And vice versa," I said thrust two more sheets of tissue. "Please cry, Mom. Its alright. Let's relax. After that I have to get up again and live happier." I don't know where I got that word out of my mouth just now. However, when I saw her, I could feel a broken-headed feeling, such as when my clients recounted the grief of those who witnessed the husband together with other women.

"thank you. But, I want to take back what I have," he responded.

"What else is expected? It's obvious that Mom has been dumped. Such men are mending banished, ma'am. That, anyway, my advice," I said loosely.

He looked up, saw me. "You are young. Well-favoured. Fasting everywhere. If you lose one man, you can still get another man. Different from me. If I'm separated, I'll just focus on my children's old age and future" he said. "Truthfully, he's not what I want. I want my treasure back. The treasure that I had been preparing for the future of my children," he said made me pause for a moment.

I'm speechless. Why is it that when I don't want to care or get involved in such troublesome things anymore, a strange feeling in me actually arises? Why can't I just leave like I didn't see anything? Really sucks.

"Mom want me to help you?" I just say it.

The mother looked up and stood staggered. "W-how? Please tell me."

***

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