Marriage to the Enemy
The Part 38
Today Ricky has an appointment with Bimo to meet Soraya. They deliberately choose public places with special reservations. Bimo accidentally booked a VIP room for a few hours.
"Good day, Mother. Can we help you?" greet a restaurant waiter to Soraya. The servant approached Soraya because he saw Soraya wailing like she was looking for someone.
"My friend Soraya wants to meet with a customer by the name of Bimo Baskoro" Soraya said, hoping that the man would order a table for them.
"Oh, Mr. Bimo Baskoro is already waiting for Mom inside. Please follow me!" the waiter replied as he walked inwards, followed by Soraya behind him.
The waiter knocked on the door, then pushed it open. Soraya immediately entered the room.
"I'm sorry I'm late, surely you've been waiting for me a long time" Soraya said after greeting the two men in front of her.
"No problem ...."
"Just call Soraya, your age seems to be older than mine ..." Soraya cupped her hands together on her chest. " I'm sorry if I'm wrong" Soraya said.
"Alright, Soraya. Call me Bimo only, even though I am older, we are like you know," said Bimo with his best smile. He inserted light words to melt the atmosphere so as not to be awkward.
"Oh, okay! As you wish," Soraya replied with a sweet smile.
Bimo's chest suddenly thumped at Soraya's smile. His heart seemed to jump to see the sweet smile of the prospective widow. Bimo also became misbehaved as a teenager fell in love for the first time.
"We order food first, we'll discuss the core problem after eating." suggested Ricky interrupted.
"Good capsule!" Bimo replied and then picked up a phone asking a waiter to come and record their order.
The three of them also mentioned the food and drinks they wanted to eat later. They waited for orders to come by exchanging news.
"It looks like our young man is busy, so that the wife does not go home nor is she wanted" Soraya said.
"If there is free time come to the house, pity the child is sick no one takes care of," Soraya added again to make Ricky feel guilty.
"What's he hurting, Tan?" asked Ricky briefly without further ado.
"So, Aunt has been talking since yesterday. Still don't want to see a doctor" Soraya.
Shortly after, their orders arrived. The three of them ate hikmad without any sound. Finally, half an hour later, they finished the lunch.
"Tante, actually we invited Aunt here for a certain purpose. We'd like to inquire about Aunt's relationship with papa ...." Ricky's words hang because Soraya just smiled faintly and nodded.
"Continue, Rick! Aunt will answer all your questions. There is nothing to cover, after all we have ended according to religion," Soraya said after Ricky was silent not to continue his words.
"It's over, you mean?"
"Mas Awan has already dropped three talaqs on me, it's just that our divorce is still in process in court," Soraya explained with her smile, thus adding a graceful impression to her.
"Tante, can Ricky know how to meet Auntie with papa?" ask Ricky a little.
"Of course, I'll tell you everything briefly. I have an appointment with the mothers of the complex at three in the afternoon. How's it?"
That night, I just got home from the mosque. As usual, I have a young teaching event every Thursday night. I came home with my friend around nine.
On the way home, we saw a car hit a big tree on the side of the road. The car hood is smoky. My friend and I ran to the car.
We saw an unconscious man behind the wheel. My friend screamed for help. While I tried to open the car door, to get the guy out.
I managed to open the door and pull out the man. The passenger was a man in his thirties. He was unconscious, his heart rate was weak
Before long, people arrived to help call an ambulance. But before the ambulance came, the car was already on fire. The people tried to put out the fire but failed.
The crash victim was taken to hospital for immediate treatment. His head hit the steering wheel very hard, resulting in a mild concussion. He was unconscious for several days.
I accompanied him in the hospital. He was given temporary traumatic amnesia. This is due to the impact that occurred on his head.
Two weeks in the hospital, the man was allowed to go home. Because his wallet and cell phone were left in the car when I pulled him out. We couldn't figure out where the address was, so we took it home.
We've traced the license plate of the car, it turns out he's not the owner of the car. The original owner came and asked for compensation. Just imagine, we have to go back to spend money to compensate for the car!
We get angry and throw him out? No. gabe. We help sincerely, not expecting anything in return.
The man suddenly claimed to remember his name Kurniawan, and we agreed to call him Awan. Unfortunately, his memories did not all recover at the same time.
I accompanied where he went to recover his memories. I was in college and had to sacrifice my college. In my heart, I was only helping, nothing more.
A man who was about to propose to me was stopped because I was close to the Awan mas. He felt jealous because I was helping people I didn't know at all.
It was this incident that made Awan marry me a few months later. I rejected him on the grounds that he couldn't remember everything. However, when he came home from work, he said he remembered where his home was.
He introduced me to an old woman called aunt. The woman claimed to be the younger brother of Awan's father. He tells the story of Awan who married because he was betrothed, and is currently a widower.
How stupid I am, I just agree with that story. I never prejudiced anyone. Whatever their story I believe.
Finally we got married, in our marriage we had a son. Enricko Kurniawan, in accordance with the wishes of the cloud. We were quite happy until one day I saw the Awan walking with a woman.
Since then I began to suspect, especially mas Awan often leave the city for a few days. I began to follow silently where she had been all this time. After a few months of following Awan I knew that I had been lied to.
I think I'm the first wife, it turns out I'm just the second wife. I have so much mirrored my fate. You can laugh at my stupidity.
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