MANY WIVES
BIBR 06

Arriving at the airport at half-eight, I don't know who the person who delivered us I don't care anymore, even though it was clear that Bang Sayid respected him a lot.

All this time I thought I had known my husband well, but in fact, not a lot of hidden secrets enveloped his life.

"Remember Sri, until there is diligent work, do not make your employer disappointed, what else until you return."

Advice from the driver.

"Denger said Mr. Sri Boss, a big loss if you are sent home must be our compensation."

I don't care about their babble, all I have in my mind is Rizki and my fate will be what it will be like in the future. What else is living in a country of people who imagine it feels far from possible.

Because all this time Sri has never felt the work, her parents are content they always spoil Sri, whatever Sri needs are met.

But now..

Tears flowed unbearably again.

Sri was on the plane, she did not want to say goodbye to Bang Sayid, hate made Sri disrespect her husband again.

Can only pray and hope that his life in the country of people can be better than here deket Bang Sayid, and can make as much money as possible for Rizki's medical expenses and immediately go home.

The sound of the plane roaring, this is the first time Sri boarded the plane, but there is no look of worry on her face because her mind continues to float thinking about Rizki.

"Sir, please open the table!"

The soft but authoritative voice of the figure of the handsome man next to him spread the daydream of Sri, without saying Sri opened the folding table in front of ya.

The man kept the food the flight attendant gave him.

"Let's Ma'am, don't dream on, despite a lot of problems but have to keep eating to be strong through it."

I was lazy to answer, reluctant to look.

I was already caught off guard by hearing the sweet mouths of men, initially attentive and affectionate after getting what they wanted for sure his true character came out.

Not a bit Sri touched the food, another case with the manly man next to him, so greedy to enjoy the food.

"Work is TKW, Ma'am?"

"If you don't want to go, why forced? if anyone forced it easy to just report to the police, this would be a violation of human rights."

"Sorry is none of your business!" A little surprised, sich? is this guy psychic?.

"Well, if you don't want to be disturbed, I won't ask you again,"

Sri just fell silent, drowning her head under a lazy blanket it felt like having to talk to a stranger. The Indonesia-Malaysia trip only takes about an hour and a half, so Sri chose to sleep.

Finally Sri woke up when he heard footsteps, it turned out fitting to see the passengers had been a lot of who came down, including the man next to him.

Sri immediately rushed to clean up her sleep scars and was about to leave, but suddenly there was a paper that fell from her lap.

Papan without researching it put the paper in his bag.

It feels foreign to Sri to be in a new place, a new language and a foreign atmosphere. His footsteps came to a halt when he heard a voice calling his name.

"Sri ayuningtyas! Sri is from Indonesia!"

I approached the direction of the voice, the woman with the face of a slim-bodied ayu with a yellow hijab continued to dig at my name.

"Yes, I'm a mother." Sri replied doubtfully.

"Include the name saye Nur, call Cik Nur je."

"Yes Miss." replied Sri innocently.

The first impression makes Sri comfortable, may my master be good, his mind.

"Jom Sri." Cik Nur helped bring Sri's bag to the parking lot.

Despite not understanding what his employer said, Sri tried to understand the sign language that Cik Nur gave.

Sri also went to her new home.