Healing
110. Already Someone Has

The next day after my return from the village, I immediately sold as usual, so many customers asked where I was from, because the shop had a 3-day holiday. I only answer if I'm going home. Without telling me why I'm going home.

I don't have to explain to everyone what I do, doesn't everyone have the right to have privacy. And neither am I, I'm still not ready to tell them if I'm married.

My marriage came about because of a compromise, not because I fell in love, which is why I'm still not ready to announce my marriage to the people I know here.

Day by day I walked in a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere like before. The same routine every day from getting up in the morning, going to the market, cooking, keeping stalls while serving buyers, all of that makes my time nothing wasted.

Every day I have to work and work, no time to relax, and I enjoy it. Up to a month since I returned from the village, I have the guest of the landlord. He said that his son asked to study abroad, and it cost a lot. And was forced to sell all of his contracts including the ones I occupied.

For my contract does not need to pay again until the agreement with the old owner is completed. But for those who pay monthly must meet with the new owner.

I heard the new owner will renovate the lease to be better and more current, because there are some rooms that are deliberately not rented to start rehabbing.

Some of the workers who were rehabilitating the rent started coming every day, increasing the number of customers in my food stall, most of them coming from the village, he said, and only come home once a month to their home to treat kangen on their wife's child.

I heard a lot of stories from those workers talking about their boss, who else if not the new owner of this contract. I heard that the new owner was young and very handsome, only married a few months ago, but lived alone, not living with his wife.

That's why the boss is rarely seen smiling and happy, it seems that because they are both busy with their work, the boss' relationship with his wife is not too good, and rarely communicates. This is what renovation workers often talk about.

Almost every day those workers bought food in my stall, which is why I started to get to know them and wonder where they came from. And it turns out they came from my hometown neighbors. It's just that I didn't say it, if I was from the village next door. I don't want anyone to find out where I'm from and hear my past stories.

" Mba Raya is married?, must be very lucky who became the husband mba Raya, already beautiful, cooking pinter, surely her husband will be very lucky to have a wife with a complete package".

" If no one has, want my dong list, even though the widower has one child, but I am his person is guaranteed faithful, for the reason I divorced my wife because of the cheating wife, playing behind the fitting I live wander to make a living in him. I am not cheating, but I am cheating" said one of the workers who also eat in my shop every day.

The worker immediately got cheers from his other friend.

" If you still stop by anywhere you want to mba Raya with you, eating here is still owed, marriage is the same you just add to the burden of life" said another.

I smiled at their jokes.

" I'm sorry that I already have one, just haven't lived together" I said as I showed them my wedding ring.

" It's really my guess, women as beautiful and perfect as mba Raya certainly has", again they joke with each other.

Rasid, who had been watching me from the front of his contract, had just approached after the renovation workers had left my stall.

" What do you really say Ra?, you already have?, what is your wedding ring?, then my guess at that time was actually dong?, well late dong then...", said Rasid while exhaling a long breath.

I did not have time to respond to Rasid's remarks, two well-dressed men entered my stall while exclaiming to say a message of food for the two of them.

" The same rice chicken, egg balado, orek tempeh, vegetable chickpeas, tempeh, and know two servings of beautiful mba" said the man who had just come when looking at the glass window containing my cooking, which is the most popular food, a voice very familiar to me. I haven't heard that sound in a long time.

A seductive smile was also instantly seen on the lips of the two handsome men.

Haidar and Yoga, the two of them finally found my existence, since I married Yoga, this is the first time I have ever met him again.

Yoga hands have not been bandaged, of course they have healed, the incident was also a few months ago. I'm happy because he's healthy.

" Mba beautiful even dream?, fascinated ya see the good looks of both of us?", again Haidar makes me more wrong behavior.

I get food for Haidar and Yoga according to Haidar's order, this is the first time Yoga eat food that I cook myself. It was late in the afternoon, soon Maghrib, they both left at what time from home, the next hour arrived, it seemed like they were carrying their own car, I could see a white Yoga car in the rented yard, front of the contract is quite wide because it is commonly used to put clothes clothesline of the residents.

I handed the plate filled with food to Haidar and Yoga, Haidar immediately asked for two glasses of water to drink.

" Drinking water to take it yourself Mas, it has been prepared the same gallon glass at the table, do not need to be served also free water".

" Where is the mas who feels pretentious?, does not seem to be here?, does he deliberately want to eat, or want to tempt Raya?", Rasid who then asked while staring at Haidar and Yoga fixedly.

" We are both from home, deliberately here to eat, all want to know the same mbak beautiful food stall owner, whose beauty has become a trending topic everywhere. Worth the stall rame, the seller is beautiful, let alone the taste of the food is good". Haidar deliberately teased me so that Rasid more emotional.

" It is true, right?, the cuisine is delicious on the tongue, plus the seller is pleasing to the eye", again Haidar teases me in front of Yoga and Rasid.

Rasid was not happy with Haidar's words.

" There if you want to eat, eat, do not talk much, the shop owner already has!", cried Rasid was annoyed with Haidar's attitude.

" Yes know, it was the situation until the whole thing, not her husband, right?" said Haidar.

" Why?, then want to register as her husband?, will not be accepted, if yes the list means that there is the 38th person who lists as her husband, if so the list means, if calculated that has been rejected by Raya until this afternoon there are 37 people".

I gawked and shut my mouth, but Rasid took note of anyone who asked me to get married.

" Waduh.... a lot of real people who did not invite you to marry Ra... does not know if you already have a husband?".

" Heh bang.. that's 37 new people here, not yet accommodated, her husband also in the same reject her".

Haidar's words drew Rasid closer to me.

" So you already know this guy Ra....?, you guys sekampung?, is he macem-macem same you?, cave lesson if you tell me to make a lesson like this guy", rasid was upset.

" He's a friend of my husband Bang.., I've known him for a long time, no need to be taught a lesson, he's a good man" I said.

Rasid is increasingly gawking at the feeling of disbelief if I really have married. I know Rasid paid more attention to me from the beginning I moved into this contract. But I'm not interested in Rasid.

Rasid's attitude was so good to me and Juna, even though he said he already considered us like brothers, but where there are brothers without blood ties, there are clearly blood ties alone sometimes being indifferent.

My goal was to move to the city, to this contract because I no longer wanted to live full of problems. I need peace and I don't want to have any more love problems. Because such a thing really makes me feel tired physically and also the mind. A waste of time and energy.

" And if you want to know her husband, it's good to eat until you don't care about the situation around".

Haidar pointed to Yoga who was still enjoying his food.

" Surely Ra?, is he your husband?", asked Rasid again glaring.

I nodded confirming Haidar's words.

" And just for information, if all the contracts here are now his, my friend is the new owner of all the contracts in this area" said Haidar.

I shut my mouth in disbelief, so the new owner of the contract was Yoga. I understand if he has a lot of money and can afford anything, but this contract?, why would he buy a contract here that is located far from our hometown.

" What's the truth that Haidar said Ga?", I chose to ask directly to Yoga, since he had been silent not to speak.

Yoga nodded, "All that I do is because you Ra, you feel at home living here, so I bought this place, so you are more comfortable living in a rented that has become private property".

I am not surprised by the attitude of Yoga that is, it's just possible that in the future Yoga will often come here, maybe every month, or even every Sunday. Because now this place is his.

" If you have a handsome husband and this kind of pajir, why do you still open a food stall and sell rice which fortunately is not how much?, but the work is no rest Ra?"

I didn't answer Rasid's question, because I didn't know what to answer. Yoga every month sent me money to spend, she gave me materially in large quantities even though we lived apart, and I never served her as a wife.

Maybe my ego is still too big, making me feel if I behave like a good wife in Yoga, it means I lose my self-esteem.

Whether right or wrong, the arrival of Yoga here made me feel like this was the real beginning of our lives after marriage.