Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 25 ~
The sun shines again, activity at the beginning of the week begins to take time. I was again preoccupied with a myriad of office work and also drove Lala to school.
There is no Bima mas at home, making me a little able to relax my brain and also my heartbeat.
I don't know, every time faced with mas Bima, I was always in the thickets of anxiety, trembling body and heart pounding craze, so that my common sense could not work well.
My mouth, heart and mind were completely out of sync. Before I speak, I have prepared words to deflect or argue. But what can be done, being in front of him makes what I prepared for a moment sizable, messy until the debris can not be assembled back.
"Mother, yesterday onty Gesya said that the father of the same mother does not love each other"
Lala's words made me stop for a moment by putting socks on Lala's feet.
"That's not true, son"
"So daddy's the same mother dear, right?"
"Ask dad yes"
"Why should I go to Dad?"
"If you're the one who answers, Lala will believe you, you never lie to Lala, right?"
"Did you like lying to Lala?"
In the face of the dilemma, I continued to help Lala put on her shoes without saying anything more.
"Yuk to mother's room" I took Lala to my room to pick up the bag and documents I had to bring to the office.
Until a few minutes passed, we took a trip from home to Lala school, did not feel know my car was already in the parking area where Lala studied.
Removing my seatbelt, only then helped Lala remove her seatbelt.
"Mother delivery to class yes"
"Yes"
We immediately stepped towards Lala's class as soon as we got out of the car. Just in the middle of the road, there was a man who called the name Shahla.
Lala and I stopped and turned to the source of the sound.
My forehead frowned catching the smiling man towards us while waving his hand.
Not long after, a man of Bima's age approached me and Lala.
"Shahla, right? Bima and Hana's children?" The man pointed his finger right at Lala's face.
"Sorry, who are you?" manya curious.
"You must be Bima's wife?"
Alisku swooping.
"I'm Yoga, Hana's best friend and Bima's friend" He thrust his hand out, but I responded with a fist in the chest.
"Ah, yes sorry" he said clumsily.
"I used to be in the same class as Hana when in High School, I know Bima because Hana introduced us"
The man who claimed to be named Yoga turned his gaze to Lala's face. Mas Bima and Mbak Hana are indeed the same age, they are friends of one level, just different schools. Ma'am Hana in High School, while mas Bima in Madrasah.
"It must be Shahla, right?"
"Yes, um"
"Well, pretty like Mama Hana"
"Who's Mama Hana?" Lala looked up at the towering Yoga.
"Sorry, surely Syahla doesn't know about Hana yet, huh?"
"Sorry, Lala has to come in, I'm too late for the office"
"Wait a minute!" prevent it when I want to lift my legs to step.
"Syahla, the son of om Yoga has just moved from Singapore here, he is in class B, Syahla in which class?"
"In class A, um"
"Well, doesn't one class mean yes?"
Lala shakes.
"Yes it's okay, later can be acquaintance yes, son om his name is Naura"
"Yes, um"
"We'll excuse you, mas" Sambarku after Lala made a sound.
I don't know why I felt so angry at his strange look. When I looked back, he was still standing looking at us with a relaxed gesture.
***
"Listening to your story, it seems like your husband is starting to have respect for you, Bi" Riska said as we worked on a thin conversation.
"I have not dared to draw conclusions, because Bima's attitude is still gray"
"How gray?" Riska doesn't understand.
"Mas Bima has not said anything, later after he came home, then we will talk again"
"But how his ex-sister-in-law really dare to say that, if it is true that your husband has confided to him about how your relationship, can not be in biarin, you must take action. You have to stay in that house, don't mind Lala"
"Kok Lala the one?" I was typing, a split second immediately stopped, then met my netra with Riska's netra "She was a child, like not fair if I had to involve her"
"But if you keep seeing Lala, you won't be able to leave her, while it's clear Bima wants to marry another woman"
"I don't know, Ris"
Riska throbbed and shook her head.
I can't just ignore Lala myself.
"Today's Lala's jengukin?" Riska asked after we were both silent.
"No" I answered without seeing it. "This fellow is Lala ngunjungin orphanage. There won't be parents who look after their children"
"We had lunch with Dong"
"Hmm"____
At lunchtime, Riska and I walked side by side to the cafeteria.
Again for the second time the man who greeted me and Lala in the playgroup area, again greeted me.
He said, he is a friend of Mbak Hana, that means not really friends of Bima mas. I mean, their relationship is not like the friendship between Bima and Elfano mas that is so closely intertwined. If only Elfano and his wife lived in one city with us, we would meet often. But because Fano had to be assigned to Tangerang, making us rarely gather.
"Bima's wife, right?"
"Yes" My voice is short. I was a little surprised actually, did not expect at all to be able to meet him again.
"I don't see it wrong, and I understand your face"
The man glanced at my office building. "You work here?"
"Yes"
"A PNS means something?"
I nodded to agree.
"I'm sorry about Yoga"
"Wait, Miss Arimbi"
My forehead cringed as soon as he called my name. I wondered how he knew my name.
"You must be wondering why I know your name"
My eyebrows are getting sharp.
"Gesya told me"
"Oh" Briefly.
"Yes, because I'm good friends with her brother, so Gesya and I know each other"
That doesn't matter to me, does it? Weird ...
"I'm sorry, Yoga! My break was only one hour, I had to have lunch and pray" Not to have much longer pleasantries, I also felt bad about Riska who had just listened to my conversation with this foreign man, I also went straight from before him.
I really feel disturbed by him. I don't know why his gaze is unusual which makes me feel angry.
Yoga??? Friends mbak Hana and also mas Bima, also know Gesya.
Hm ... Surely Lala will ngadu to Bima mas if there is a man who met us.
My hand reached into the pocket of the official clothes I was wearing, then took a small-sized photo belonging to Bima mas.
I miss him, but I'm scared of him too.
Seriate.
Tomorrow we go home... 😄😄