Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 52 IS MY HUSBAND
Sarah seemed to be suffocating in her seat while Raka patted the back of Sarah's hand that was holding her hand from earlier.
"Call my name?" Raka chuckled with a half-mocking murmur.
"Tante, I think there's been a misunderstanding here. Between me and Sally there's nothing to do. You didn't take any sides with me or Sarah when Sally ran away from our wedding day." The look on Raka's face did not change at all, the expression was really cold.
"You gave Sarah to me to marry, and we have done so at your request. I don't think there's anything we need to pay anymore to keep the good name of our two great families in the eyes of the crowd. Now that I'm Sarah's husband, it doesn't feel right if I'm then hooked up again with Sally." Raka's words were very flat as if they did not hold any sympathy for Sally's suffering.
"Raka, we're not asking you to go back to Sally, as you might think. It's just, maybe you guys can cheer Sally up in the meantime. Her psychiatrist says she'll recover soon if she meets people who make her forget the trauma she's been through." Papa Sarah said with a wishful pias.
"I think this is too much om Wijaya, I'm not a person who is good enough to entertain people."
"Sally is no one else! You have to remember, he was your fiancee first." Mama Sarah's voice sounded loud, unable to accept Raka's attitude.
"Ex-fiancee, auntie.don't forget that. Just an ex-fiancee!" Sahut Raka with a forced wry smile.
"Darling..." Sarah sighed while pressing Raka's fingers, trying to calm her husband. He knew, Raka was holding back an upset.
"Raka, don't get me wrong..." Papa Sarah tried to mediate, the tension that occurred.
"Om, I have no problem forgetting what happened in the past. Our responsibilities as children are enough, give us a quiet life now." Pinta Raka turned to Sarah who was bowed next to her. How hurt he was to see his wife cornered and helpless.
"Sarah...do you still see us as parents who raised you?" Suddenly Sarah's mother addressed the question to Sarah, sounding cynical in the ear.
Sarah raised her face slowly and looked at her foster mother.
"What can I do again, Ma? Which other sins should I bear?" I don't know where that courage came from. He answered with such a piercing question.
"Don't be so impudent in front of mama." The middle-aged woman who rarely smiled, pulled the corner of her lips slightly angrily.
"Ma, speak calmly..." Papa Sarah rebukes his wife, seeing the situation suddenly heat up.
"Sarah, listen to papa..." Papa Sarah's voice was so soft.
"Papa and Mama just want you to let Raka see Sally, maybe it can help your sister get a little better." Papa Sarah slowly.
"Papa knows, Raka is already your husband now but Sally just seems to remember Raka in her slump. Help your sister to be a little aware of the situation, who knows seeing Raka can help her."Papa Sarah has never been so fond of that.
"I don't need to get any permission from my wife to do something I don't want to do, um. I'm sorry if for this request, I let down om and aunt." Raka wrapped her hand on Sarah's shoulder in front of the two old men.
"Sarah is my wife now, maybe only today I have time to thank you, you have given a best woman for my life. One day I will definitely show filial piety as a daughter-in-law. But to restore Sally's mental health is not really my or Sarah's responsibility. That's beyond our capabilities.
Maybe therapy with a psychiatrist is more promising." Raka absolutely refuses to get involved again with Sally.
"I have an acquaintance of a psychiatrist in Jakarta aunty, very professional. If om and aunt want, I can get it for Sally." Raka offers a solution that of course makes the face of Sarah's mother red.
"Take care of your attitude, Raka. You think we can't find a psychiatrist for Sally?" Mama stood up from her seat, she was really angry towards Raka's attitude.
"Ma, relax. They're just kids. Be calm..." Papa Sarah loosened her face, told her to sit down.
"How can I calm down, pa? Your son's up there like crazy, not responding to us. Just calling Raka's name like a fool! And this high-hearted kid, acting as if we're trying to knock him out? How can I stay silent?" Mama Sarah glared at Raka.
"Whoo! Did you not even think about your sister's fate? Are you being so selfish, letting Sally suffer so?" Mama Sarah pointed her index finger at Sarah who was sitting with a tense face.
"Mama.." suddenly Sarah stood up.
"If I didn't care about Sally then I wouldn't be standing here right now." Sarah answered bitterly.
"I love Sally so much, ma. Whatever I can do, I've done for Sally. But it's no longer just about me, it's about Raka. If she doesn't approve of your mom and dad's request, what can I do?"
"But he's your husband!"
"Because he's my husband doesn't mean I can manage as I please. If he himself refuses, I can't do anything either."
"Children don't know thank you!" Mama Sarah snorted furiously.
"Sorry, auntie.it looks like we should be right back. We promised to have dinner at my mom's house. Next time maybe we'll come back, um. We can only pray, hopefully Sally will recover quickly." Raka also stood up, grabbing Sarah's hand.
"Pa, I'm sorry Sarah..." Sarah looked at the man she respected. His father was always soft on him, he was more understanding of Sarah's situation even though sometimes he could not do anything because he could not oppose Sarah's mother who was harder.
The man who was still dashing in his old age was silent in his seat, with a lethargic face. He could not force, Raka had insisted on not helping and Sarah also seemed to be objecting in her submission.
He can't blame Sarah and Raka because he knows right, Sally is guilty of everything. He seemed to swallow karma for his own actions.
It's just that, no matter who is a child, still his suffering will be the sadness of his parents.
There is nothing that parents do not try to ease the burden of a child's suffering even if it happens because of their own mistakes.
"Raka...Raka...what is Raka, ma?" A girl in a pale blue pajama, standing at the end of the stairs, her pale face with dainty hair could be heard saying hoarsely. All eyes now turned to the end of that upstairs staircase.
Sally ran like she was floating from there, her eyes only fixed on Raka. His frail body seemed as if it was going to hit Raka.
"Wheel...!" Call it, between happiness and despair.
"Sally's..." Sarah was stunned, but before Sally hugged Raka's body, Sarah stood reflexively in front of Raka with a blushing face.
"He's my husband!"
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