Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 26 SUDDENLY WANTS TO MEET
Sarah glared at Raka in tremendous shock. This man was actually lying on the same bed as her.
It was beyond Sarah's estimation, it turned out that Raka was really brash and unbelievable. He's trying to take a chance by rigging Sarah like this.
"What are you doing!" Sarah snapped with a snarling sound. Sarah's chest rumbled like it was about to explode from anger and shame.
"Stttt.." the index finger of Raka's right hand was still attached to her lips, while her left index finger pointed towards the bottom, the abdomen of Sarah.
Sarah lowered her gaze slowly,
on her waist was a tiny body that was tightly hugging her. The boy slept on his stomach. Next to her hand hugged Sarah's waist and next to her again on Raka's stomach.
"Deasy?" Sarah stumped. Dare not move.
"He forced us to sleep with him. I don't feel good telling you because you're asleep" Raka half-whispered.
"We went up earlier, you've been soundly asleep. I'm here because she forced me" Raka's eyes did not blink as if confirming that she was on top of the bed it wasn't because of her will.
"But..."
"I was forced to get into this bed because he whined, I was afraid that his whining would wake you up so I would just do it"
"He used to sleep with me when he stayed here" added Raka again.
"She just went to bed, let her go for a second. If he is sound, I will move to the sofa bed" said Raka again with a half whisper.
Sarah's face flushed with embarrassment. He almost punched Raka in the face, thinking this man was about to pervert her.
For a moment they both looked before then both turned their faces toward the ceiling of the room.
Sarah's face was warm, how embarrassed she was to remember her dream that felt like Raka was really holding her.
Doesn't dreaming of someone mean he imagines it and probably wants it?
Sarah shook her face, throwing away the strange thoughts that appeared in her mind.
He glanced at Raka who was less than a meter away from his body, separated only by Deasy's tiny body.
The face was calm with eyes closed, his left hand on the head of Deasy his other hand on his forehead.
While Raka seemed to dissolve with thoughts of her own, I don't know what was on her mind.
The two of them were silent, silent and waiting.
...***...
The days go by quickly, Sarah gets used to her life.5 days alone in her apartment and 2 days later Raka will pick her up at her parents' house.
Sarah was getting used to the family's laughter. They are a very harmonious family, Sarah finds the warmth of the real family there.
Sometimes he even seemed impatient to meet with Saturday, in the schedule Raka always came to pick him up.
He will be willing to work until late at night, to complete some deadlines so that on weekends he is not disturbed by his boutique jobs.
When Sarah went home to see her own father and mother, she did not find the same warmth that Sarah felt when she was with the Raka family.
No wonder then, he often misses Raka's loving mother, the wise and humorous Papa Raka, the gracious Edgar and Lila, to the beautiful Deasy who always liked the ice cream made by Sarah and to Raka...
The raka?
Sarah was confused by this feeling, did she also feel homesick for Raka?
Sarah could not answer. His feelings for Raka were no longer the same from the beginning of their marriage.
She no longer hated the man so much, she was no longer so eager to avenge any unjust treatment Raka had for him.
Such feelings are not like yesterday. Raka was now calmer even tend to shy away from Sarah. He remains cold at certain times and warm at other times.
But now Raka gives more space and freedom to Sarah. He no longer dictates what to do, what to do and what Sarah cannot do. Even if Sarah can be honest, Raka is more quiet than Raka whom she has known all along.
Finally, the time for Raka's departure to Leiden had arrived. Sarah is asked by her mother and father to drive Raka to Juanda Airport.
Sarah drove her favorite Audy Q7 Florett Silver to Juanda Airport.
Raka had already been there with her assistant Dea on board.
"If you don't drive, it's just your mom's request, ignore it! He doesn't know if you're dropping off or not" that's what Raka said last night on the phone.
"What time's it going?" ask Sarah short.
"Hour 10.15"
"It looks like I have an appointment with the client at 10:00. Sorry..."
"No problem, Dea can take me to the airport."
Last conversation was yesterday afternoon.
Sarah glanced at her watch, almost at 9. But the road this morning was a bit jammed, making Sarah a little uneasy.
Sarah's already handed Jen a meeting with a client this morning.
At first Sarah thought there was no need to take Raka to the airport, it was not important if she was there or not.
But, for some reason he suddenly felt, this might just be his last meeting with Raka. Perhaps, at their next meeting, another year or two, they would no longer meet as husband and wife.
The feeling was suddenly so disturbing to Sarah, there was a strange fear sailing in her heart, was it because she was already used to Raka's existence? or is there something else that is difficult to describe about his feelings for the cold man.
...***...
Raka had arrived at the public room of Terminal 2 from half an hour ago. Raka is still not to check in, the ticket has been booked by Dea through one of the online ticket booking applications.
The Rolex submarine watch in his hand shows the clock 09.10 WIB.
Somehow he was still hoping, there was someone who came before he left.
Raka sighed, she was expecting too much, there was no way Sarah would come, she said yesterday there was a meeting with one of her clients this morning.
How important am I to him?
I was a pretended husband to her, on top of this forced fake marriage.
What can I expect from this relationship?
"As soon as the plane leaves, I'd better check in" Dea said. Raka was still sitting facing the coffee.
"Later on..." Sahut Raka's.
"You can go home now. Titip my car, take it to the house." said Raka while handing over the car ignition.
"Yes sir, for the apartment later how as long as you are not there" asked Dea.
"You alone hold the key, once asked for cleaning service to clean"
"The key wasn't just in Sarah's mother's favor?"
"I'll say, you're the one holding the key"
"Oh, yes sir" the assistant said quickly, seeing the look on Raka's face changed suddenly.
"Don't forget you haven't checked in, later in the plane stay you know, sir"
Dea said goodbye, leaving his boss himself still stunned while holding a paper cup containing a cappucino with a silver suitcase standing near his feet.
Raka swept the scenery around, not finding what she was looking for. He suddenly wanted to meet the girl, who looked at him with resignation even though her grim face was sometimes shrouded in anger.
In 40 minutes, he had to check in to pick up his boarding pass. Raka sipped her coffee which still felt warm.
He got out of his seat, grabbed his suitcase and stepped into the check counter.
There was a disappointment that troubled his little heart, the person he was waiting for never arrived.