It's Not Me Who's Your Wife
Episode 8 The arrival of an unknown Guest

Ayana POV's

The night breeze felt on my skin as I worried about my aunt and uncle in the village in pain, the sad heart since Pak Raihan's course has not been lost coupled with my thoughts about the state of the family in the village, the eyes continue to water until I let it flood my delicate cheeks.

" Tuuuaing, why am I being taken to the mansion?" the shadow of aunts and uncles goes from being sick to being confined to a mansion.

" Have you been quiet! " the woman snapped next to the driver, and I was dropped off in the front yard of the living room that had gathered dozens of people.

With only a short negligee shirt so that my legs are visible, while my arms are covered in a wide hijab, I was forced into the room, and before long came some beautiful women carrying large suitcases.

I was told to sit in the front seat of the mirror, then on makeup.

After I dressed in translucent kebaya cloth until the skin of both arms was seen, and a long veil dangled from head to foot, I was told to come out in his hand by a perias, and, then taken to the living room, everyone looked at me, and a middle-aged woman looked at me in amazement, interrupting,

" His name is Ayana, beautiful, of course Raditya would accept this match," he said, then he approached me and grabbed my hand, he stroked the back of my hand that had been beautifully painted with Henna, I who was still confused by all this was only able to remain silent, even the tongue could not be moved, seemed stiff, only in the chest raging with various questions, which could not be answered.

The woman walked, I who was the attention of people maybe family, only able to look down lethargic, the others had gathered in the next room like her living room that I saw when I just came, others had gathered in the living room, I just didn't go through that room.

My ears heard the sound of a wheeled chair creaking in the thrust, while I still looked down, not having the courage to turn or look at it.

And the wheelchair passed me and was taken to the front room, still I didn't dare to look.

I was taken by the woman who had been called Ningrum, then brought to a room that was quite spacious but wider, and I was told to sit next to the man who was in a wheelchair.

Suddenly the voice of the man in front of me shocked the heart to make the body with a beard, while next to me the voice of the man replied with a steady and firm tone.

Then all answered the shayah, with a guardian in accordance with the rules, because I have no father or brother, only uncle Karwanto, it is also invisible.

The entire body was trembling with the heart felt like it was going to be released, even this body became light as if it was darting away from the people who were in this space.

Then in sitting down on the back of Henna's painted palms gently touched someone, I realized from silence, and my eyes were whistling with the man to my right.

" Diiaaa, is it Mr Raihan? but he was named Raditya Hirawan, "my mind is screaming out loud.

" Push my chair, "pinta, I who since childhood trained to work and care for people who need help, without him repeating his request, I stand up and move towards the back of his wheelchair, he said, and both of my hands are holding the propulsion handlebar.

" Get into De," her voice softly.

Slowly pressing her hand, silently passing the person who was staring at me unblinking.

" Raditya, where are you looking for a wife? as beautiful as this is," a woman came up to me and then my cheeks were pinched gently.

" Ningrum, isn't Raditya Kiara's lover? or did he leave because Raditya couldn't walk?" the woman who did not know her name asked the woman who might be Raditya's mother, and the woman who was called Ningrum, when I just came out of the room, she stroked the back of my hand.

" I want to eat, please take to the dining room," I obeyed, guided by him to the dining room, which was full of various dishes of the archipelago, there was even a typical food of my village.

" Tuuaaann, what side dish do you want? " my question was stammered by taking a plate very carefully, I know myself as a village if if it would be wrong to become a laughing stock.

" The side dish is just De," his hand pointed at the desired side dish.

" Some, sir," I said.

" Uuuhhh, do not call master, call me mas, if anyone hears ashamed donk, "he asked.

" That Iiiya.... Mas," it feels strange and this tongue's mute.

" Brought into the room, " while pushing the one-handed chair carrying the plate, was a bit of a hassle but I had gotten used to it so as not to complain.

And with a guide as well, I can bring a man who looks like Mr. Raihan, to a very spacious lower room also luxurious with the largest bed size.

" Ay, I'm lifted up, I want to sit on the bed, "the plate I put on the nightstand and then lift up his butt, after putting the wheelchair on the bed, I straighten both legs.

" Sir, am I bribing? " he nodded weakly, in the room he did not protest the call of the master.

In my heart I wanted to ask Raditya all of this, but now was certainly not the right time, so I better obey him first.

" My suit is removed first," my hand went to the button and took it off, he moved the hand to take it off himself, I just helped take it from behind, I put it to the hanger as directed.

I still use the kebaya with thick make up, while feeding the rice spoonful after spoonful to her mouth.

Actually my heart was sad to see the face in front of me that was so close, because it was similar to Mr. Raihan, making the heart wound that was always incised by Mr. Raihan looming before my eyes.

" Oohh he's my brother, he's watching in the living room, "he said, chewing.

My face warmed up with my heart pounding hard.

" Tuuaaann, why did you marry me? " began to dare I ask this.

" Once you bribe me, of course I want to tell you, now you don't talk," my mind jolted with the answer that began to look like Mr. Raihan's tone.

I was silent for a moment, until the last mouthful.

Thok thok

I raised my ass towards the knock.

" Ay, here's a dress to change you," after I opened the door, Ms. Ningrum thrust out a paper bag.

" You, haven't eaten yet? " ask her later.

" It's mom, at the hostel this morning I'm cooking, "my answer is down.

" Here you are, you have not eaten, I take it yes, "the pinta keeps passing, I refuse because the stomach feels full with my play tonight.

While looking at Ningrum's back passed from Raditya's room.

" Uuhhh, I really have no luck tonight, because I can not be separated from the lecturer Raihan," I complained.

I slammed the paper bag onto the sofa.

Blegs

Until the contents of the paper bag came out on the sofa, the same eyes as Mr. Raihan, even more piercing his eyes Raditya glared at me, but I did not have any fear of him yet, but I had no fear of him, because I consider Raditya a weak man who needs my help.

" You're mad at my mother, she's my number one, you know! " snarled.

" Aaahhh, did he start yelling at me, or was this Mr Raihan's revenge on me, for me to take care of his crippled sister? " question after question continues to occupy my whole heart.

Thok thok

The door was knocked back from the outside, I still heard people talking while enjoying dinner.

" Mrs Ningrum, I'm just a hassle," I said, of course it doesn't feel good.

" Call me Mama, because you're my daughter-in-law" she said, and then she passed, still looking at her back.

" Ay, the wheelchair's close, I'm going to the bathroom, I'm going to get my pajamas to sleep, "pinta Raditya, I put a rice plate on the nightstand and push the wheelchair, he always gives me directions, about the location of pajamas in the closet.

While pushing the wheelchair into the spacious bathroom as well, I was told the task of taking care of her every day.

" But I'm in college, sir" I replied.

" Yes, tomorrow you leave with me, can't you drive?" answer her.

" Iiyaa can Tuan, once in the village have a neighbor, who has a villa near the house of aunty, and have a rich child, sir, also ask her to be escorted anywhere should be with me, as well as, then since the 10th grade I was told to drive in Mrs Widya's car," my story was long without being asked, the times she was noisy with my confession.

" Eeemmm, that means I don't have to use a driver" he replied.

" Mister, I do, his lectures are often morning, "I replied.

" I went to the office, and then you went to college, ", he said.

" Where's the office, sir?" ask me.

" Not far from your campus," he said.

I took off the clothes that were attached to her body one by one, while pulling her trousers with my heart my eyes wide.

" Oohh Mister. "I can't keep saying, looking at Raditya's legs, my heart touched, so I promise in my heart will take care of him with patience, he said, like to the daughter of Mrs Widya besides her legs paralyzed also can not talk, and until now I can only play with Celin at the weekend, especially when returning home.

Although Celin is waiting for me every day.