Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 33 ~
Goddess Arimbi.
No matter what the rain, I continued to drive my car without direction.
I don't know where to stop to calm my troubled mind.
Home mother is impossible, surely later he will be anxious to see me like this. To the house of Danu's father-in-law and Nina's mother, whom I consider to be my own parents, I feel impossible.
To ponpes Abi? Moreover, there, I was told to go home by Umi for whatever reason a wife is not allowed to leave her husband without informing. I will definitely get a cult from Umi about the problems in the household that must be solved with a cold head.
To Riska's house?
Nah! Her in-laws don't like it, later if I go there, afraid I'm considered troublesome. After all, Riska must be in the hospital accompanying her in-laws.
It's logic and my body can't control.
I pulled over my car, crying out by landing my hand on the steering wheel, then putting my forehead on my arm.
Surviving for a moment, my sobbing became when a flash of Gesya's speech flashed across my memory.
Missing out, what else??
That sentence makes me unable to think clearly.
For almost half an hour, and though the tears were still rushing, but I was able to control my emotions and cries, I drove back to my car at a moderate pace.
By traveling around the city of Surabaya and after I had previously turned off my phone, I hope to get my peace of mind and heart back.
I want quality time so that my memory does not continue to center on Bima and Lala.
I repeatedly took a deep breath and threw it away with a heavy gust. If only I could, I would go as far as possible and never come back.
But what about Lala? The magnitude of my love for him makes me always put the little girl in the first place, a top priority in my life.
Although it was not the mother who conceived and gave birth to her, but the child I had raised with my hands since the age of two. I educate and love with affection like a real mother.
So if I go, what if he's looking for me and he really can't be without me?
Like all this time she cried when I didn't come home.
My lips were shaking withstanding the crying. Realizing that there were tears coming back, I quickly wiped them off my cheek.
While the clock hand kept turning without anyone being able to stop it, it had already entered the adhan maghrib. I am looking for a mosque to fulfill my duty as a Muslim.
I also wanted to complain to Him about everything I experienced.
After praying, I deliberately survived sitting in the mosque foyer while waiting for the Adhan Isya.
When I was pensive, I was wondering if I should open my phone or not, but my ego still let me win this fight.
I still don't care about Lala. Without me, I'm sure he'll be fine. She was with her father who loved her so much, there were many people who loved her too. I finally decided to put my phone back in my bag.
The rain subsided slightly when entering Isha's time.
I went back on the journey after worship, a journey that I did not know its purpose.
Arriving at the Gubeng railway station, I parked my car in the parking lot area. I went into a special waiting room to wait for the departure time of the train.
"Where are you going, ma'am?" Ask a security guard.
"I was just waiting for someone, and the security guard outside said I could wait for him here"
"Where is the waiting train coming from?"
"From Jogja, sir"
"Oh, it's still an hour, ma'am, please wait"
"Thank you" I looked down kindly, then sat down.
Before I answer the question from the security guard earlier, I had a glance at the arrival train schedule from Jogja which will arrive at 21:50.
At least I have about an hour to think while preparing a sentence for a debate with mas Bima.
Because I am very sure, mas Bima will definitely interrogate me with a sharp gaze complete with sarcastic remarks.
Approaching the hour of arrival of the train from Jogja, the security guard came back.
"Mom, the train from Jogja will arrive in about three minutes, mother can pick him up at the exit. I can get out of here and get over there"
"Oh, yes, thank you sir"
"Together, ma'am" she smiled.
Actually, he didn't mean to throw me out of this waiting room, he just reminded me because I said before that I was waiting for a train from Jogja.
When I came out of the waiting room, it turned out that it was raining very heavily outside.
Ignoring it, I ran through the rain towards the parking lot that was located quite far from where I was sitting.
Until when next to the car, my clothes were soaked, but I did not feel the cold enveloped me because somehow, suddenly I missed my little daughter.
I miss Lala who twisted and played my long hair when I put her to bed.
Ah, little fairy mother... You miss you, son.
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Sitting in the car, suddenly my good and evil sides are at war.
Go home, Bi! Lala's waiting for you at home.
Don't go home, Bi! Let Bima swallow her ego, teach her a lesson for the man who never saw you.
Just go home and don't follow your ego, this is wrong. Talk carefully about your problems, if you have to separate, separate well.
No Arimbi! A man like Bima does not deserve to be in Baikin, he has to pay off your inner suffering for two years.
Don't do Bi! It will make you regret it later.
Aarrrgggh....!!!
My reflex screamed with hunting breath. The cold that I had felt, changed into heat that seemed to instantly make my clothes instantly dry.
I have to go home, for Lala, not for Bima.
Sighing, I looked for a thin object in my bag, I turned on the phone I had turned off. I want to check if Bima's calling me or not.
If not, it's obvious he really doesn't pay attention to me.
When it is lit, there are many missed calls from Bima mas and also papi.
Several messages were also sent from Lala's father's phone.
Mas Bima: "I've been at Lala's school since, where are you, why haven't I picked Lala up? " (16:40 AM)
Mas Bima: "Lala asked you, she did not even want to eat because she was waiting for you" (19:25 Wib).
Mas Bima: "Go home soon after reading my message, Lala continues to cry worrying about you" (21:22 Wib).
Mas Bima: "Tell me where you are, let me pick you up" (21:35 Wib).
Reading Bima's message, my determination was round to go home.
I thought I could win my ego, but after finding out that Lala was worried about me, I let my ego lose completely.
I have to go home, Lala is waiting for me, she needs me. Remember Lala is not wrong, the wrong is her father, you are quite indifferent to Bima mas.
Just ignore him.
I plugged the gas into the Bima mas house, when I got to the gate, I immediately went down because I thought Jim was home.
I came back in the rain to open the gate.
But from the inside, someone opened it for me.
Oh Jim...!
"Bu Arimbi" She greeted him in a high tone and was a little surprised. Maybe because my condition is soaking wet.
"Well, Jim's mom?" my screams were combined with the sound of rain.
"I was ordered by Mr. Bima to keep watch tonight, ma'am. Mr. Bima and Lala are at Rio sir's house"
"Thank you Jim" I dropped the intention to drive the car into the yard, because I wanted to turn around to go to my in-laws' house after Lala.
Retracing the accelerator, I run my car through the streets, until in front of my in-laws' house, a security guard opens the gate for me.
As soon as I descended, I immediately ran over and knocked on the towering door in a typical European style.
"Assalamu'alaikum" My broom when the door opens, then kisses the back of my papi-in-law's hand.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Arimbi!"
Along with the sound of papi, a pair of netraku found Bima walking towards me who was still standing in the doorway.
There was anger highlighted from the lightning of his eyes, but there was also anxiety and fear clearly reflected in the look of his stern face.
As soon as Bima was standing right in front of me, the man quickly grabbed my wrist, then pulled and led me through the living room.
"Control your emotions, Bim!" Papi's orders are trailing behind us.
"This is my household business pi, better not to interfere" said Mas Bima who still clutched my wrist, taking me up to the top floor.
When we reached the room step, the room belonged to Bima mas when she was single, the room that was always provided by my mother when we stayed here, mas Bima jerked my hand with a slight throw, then turned to close and locked the room door.
Without saying anything, he walked past me towards the bathroom and slammed the door violently.
While I was silent with teary eyes, looking at the back of Bima's missing mas behind the bathroom door.
Before long, there was the sound of water faucets on the light.
I lowered my head, rubbed the clear spot dripping from my eyelids, then stroked my wrist that had been clenched so tightly. To the extent that the grip left a red trail there.
Seriate.
Note :
Sorry for wanting Arimbi not to go home first, I'm not kabulin. Because there are many reasons.
The quiet but clever character of Arimbi is sweeping, kind, wise and mature. So it is impossible for Arimbi to obey his ego.
He who broke the pesantren, knows the limits of a wife. Do not run away without news for two or three days, leaving the husband a few hours not allowed in religion. Aye right?? Whatever the case may be, it's wrong to leave the house.
Arimbi who is an ASN, it does not feel ethical if you have to play stop by.. 😁😁😁 Her husband who is also a TNI, obviously makes Arimbi think a thousand times, because he certainly does not want his good name and the good name of the husband as a soldier Bintara tarnished.
There have been many novels whose female protagonists play stop by, keep the male protagonist confused looking for him and begging to return.
Not with mas Bima who has a cold character and ego and prestige is at the top of Rinjani. As if he was not willing, Bima begged for love and looked weak in front of Arimbi. Not be!!!!
But with this incident, Bima was already quite sorry and felt guilty. Just a few hours had made him suffer. Especially if Lala says she doesn't want to see Dad. As long as you know, it feels like Bima wants to die. Hiikkss...
And from there Bima tried to cover up the guilt by quietly changing her attitude to Arimbi slowly.
Because it is clear that Bima prestige if you have to apologize blatantly to his innocent wife.
Then how does Arimbi argue to argue with the husband??
Wait for the next part...
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