Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 24 ~
Whether true or not what Gesya said about me and Bima mas still sleep apart, but it seems not the way Bima mas tell their privacy to others let alone to Gesya. Obviously, Bima will think twice if you want to share his life story considering Gesya is Hana's sister. I'm sure Bima did not want his fate known by his ex-wife.
The cold man will definitely keep the image in front of sister mbak Hana.
But how could she know that Bima wouldn't open her heart to me?
Filling oxygen to the lungs more than normal, my mind seemed to be made circling through the labyrinth. I guessed and guessed with question marks all around my head.
Since Gesya's return, my mind has been disturbed by his disdain for me while he was here. I even cried at the thought of all the words of that woman. Part of my mind believes it, if Bima really tells us about the condition of our household, it means she does not want me in her life, she said, but the more here I deny it and Gesya just making it up.
Did you marry a girl like Gesya?
My head reflexes.
It doesn't seem possible.
If mas Bima wants to divorce me and remarry, I know very well the standard of women who want to be made a wife by mas Bima. At least like mami or mbak Za, not women who growl like Gesya.
"Mother!" I was shocked by Lala's scream. "Telfon's father"
The unfinished I washed the dishes of the former dinner in the kitchen, while Lala sat in the dining room while looking at the cartoons on my phone, making us talk in a rather high voice.
"In the lift, son"
"The green one is bun, just as rich as dad's phone"
"Yes dear"
Although the kitchen and dining room are still fused, but the distance of the dining table to the westafle is quite far.
"Assalamu'alaikum father"
"Wa'alaikumsalam"
I slowed my hand and turned off the water faucet to eavesdrop on Lala's conversation with her father.
"What are your sons doing?"
"Lala again maem fruit while looking at the cartoon on hpnya mother"
"Eat already?"
"Already, yeah"
"Why are you mundane again?"
"Still washing dishes?"
Instead of answering her father's question, Lala asked me instead.
"Yes, baby"
"Still do the dishes" Lala repeated referring to her father.
"Why Sunday is it the same for you?"
"At home help mommy clean the house the same flush-watered flowers"
"Not going out for a walk?"
"No, onty Gesya is coming"
"Oh yeah? Old, messing around onty?"
"Old yeah, from morning till afternoon"
Because I had finished washing the dishes, and I was lazy to talk to Bima because I was still upset with Gesya's words, I reasoned to go to the living room to close the curtains.
When passing Lala, I had a glance at the Bima mas on the phone screen. His face looked haggard, while his eyes flashed tiredly.
Honestly I feel sorry to see Bima mas with such a look, but after I think about it, he just does not pity me then why do I feel sorry for him.
Ignoring it, I continued walking out of the dining room area.
However, my steps came to a halt in the living room when Lala said something in her low voice.
"So Lala look at the mother cry, yeah"
Seconds I turned around, then hid so Lala wouldn't see me, but still so I could steal their talk.
"Working mother why?" Ask the Bima.
"Ssttt, don't be loud when you hear"
"Where else is she now?"
"Mother again to the living room, want to close the curtains first he said"
"Working mother why?" Repeat the man from behind the phone call.
"Lala doesn't know, Lala wants to ask mother but is afraid. You see his mother crying while sitting on the floor of his room mother, pas munda finished praying that afternoon-afternoon"
"Yes, I'm going to ask you"
"But don't get mad at you mother"
"No, son" replied Bima to fend off Lala's worries. "Later if the mother is finished closing the phone cordon, give mother yes!"
"Yes"
"So onty had a chat with mom?" Ask to change the subject.
"There is no well, mother is also not allowed to play the same onty Gesya. Said onty, mother has often messed with Lala, so can not disturb Lala play the same onty"
"Keep mother where fitting Lala play the same onty?"
"Mother iron Lala's clothes the same as the rest of his clothes father who has not had time mother iron"
"Say to his mother's clothes Dad put directly in the closet yes, dad did not lock the closet"
"Yes, Lala will tell my mother"
"Smart child" Praise Bima mas which I do not know what his expression is like. Hearing Bima's words just now, I was a little surprised. He who once gave me the rule not to open his closet, and simply put the clothes I had ironed on the bed, suddenly asked me to put them in the closet.
There is no way Bima forgot the rules he made himself.
Has he started to see me?
Ah, why do I feel like I'm being played with by her? Bima still has not said it clearly. I can't be too confident just yet. Aye right?
"How long did you close the curtains, La?" I went back to eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Lala look yeah, yeah"
"Yes.. Slowly down"
"Mother's done closing the curtains?" Lala asked when she had caught up with me to the tv room.
"Mother hasn't closed it?"
"Not closed yet?" Search Lala. The boy was very intelligent, just like his father. Very smart to intimidate his opponent both with the look of his eyes, as well as the way he asked.
"So mom cleaned up the couch cushions first, why?"
"Dad want to talk to mom"
"Say you're still busy" I don't want to talk to her. But by the way, not unwilling, only still not ready if the Bima mas question about what Lala had stirred earlier.
"Mother is still busy, well" Lala again pointed the phone at her face.
"Just give it to her cell phone"
Well, Bima must be forcing, he can never be avoided.
I sighed softly, not yet my heart had already revolted so brashly in there.
"Dad to talk bun"
Inevitably, I also received a cell phone call from Lala's hand.
I walked into the living room, with my phone in my left hand, but I dared not show my face to the camera.
"It's been busy for a long time?" Ask Bima with a flat tone.
"Before a minute" I replied of origin.
Then silence.
"Where is Lala?" The question of Bima mas along with the sound of the curtain that I pulled using my right hand.
"In the middle room"
"You'll be there until I'm done talking"
First exam, I should be able to finish it.
Until all the curtains were closed, I sat on the living room sofa, pointing the camera to the ceiling of the room.
"Still in the living room?"
"Still"
"Who was I told to tell you this?" Sindir mas Bima's. "Give the camera to your face !"
I did not immediately obey his orders, until a few seconds passed, Bima said again.
"Quick Bi! I don't have time!"
I slowly pointed the camera at my face, but I did not dare to bring our net together.
"Look at me!" Her request.
It took me a few seconds to strike back the lightening of his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Cold asked.
"Why-why?"
"You're getting brave enough to lie to Bi"
"I'm not lying"
"I asked again, why are you crying?" Still with a flat expressionless look.
"Did Gesya do anything?"
I'm shaking.
"She said something?" Bima is like a judge questioning the accused.
"What did he say?" Ask again.
"Nothing"
Mas Bima sighed while throwing a glance to the left side.. "Huuff why do you like to confuse me?"
I felt a rough breath coming out of the nasal cavity Bima.
"By the way Arimbi! not on your own!"
Back silence...
"Fearful?"
"Then what if someone hurt Lala, would you just shut up?" The tone of Bima mas tucked in anger, made me remember the words of Gesya. Unknowingly a clear circle slid from my eyelids.
"Did Gesya make you cry?"
I responded with a nod of the head.
"Are you in the same place as him? Or did he say something to you?"
"He knows what our relationship is like, even if we sleep in a different room" I paused my sentence for a moment before making a sound. "He said, mas who has told the condition of our household" Lirihku without daring to look at him. I was busy normalizing my expression, trying to hold back the speed of water so as not to slide more and more.
Not only the eyes, I was overwhelmed by the fluid that forced out of the nasal cavity.
"He said that?"
I'm nodding.
"What's your mentality as strong as? He said that it was up to the cry, you should be able to refute it, Arimbi. I trust Lala with you so you can take care of her, but what if your fear is greater than your courage?"
"Are you scared of Lala? Afraid of your own husband? I'm not your math teacher, Bi" added mas Bima out loud.
We were both broke from the cottage, although different generations, but both felt how fierce Mr. Zainal.
Maybe that's why Bima brought our math teacher. Mas Bima who is a thug, did not even dare to dwell if Mr. Zain was teaching.
"You're good at rhetoric out there, in front of Lala, as well as your coworkers, but when it comes to your husband, why is your ability a big zero? Lala is even more daring to challenge me on your appeal"
Lately, Bima has often referred to himself as my husband.
"We'll talk when I get home. Assalamu'alaikum" he said in an annoyed tone.
"Wa'alaikumsalam" After I answered his greetings, he immediately turned off the connection.
I was made petrified, still sitting in the original place with a blank look.
Seriate.