Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 86 ~
I sat on the floor with my forehead against the arm I was resting on my folded knee.
Holding back a sob that feels more stifling. I did not think about Hana and also Bima.
Hana who was too pushy, while mas Bima just kept quiet to see her daughter crying. They should have been more patient and unhurried about bringing Lala.
However, Lala needs time, need to approach first.
But they do not seem to understand the suffering of a child.
Mas Bima, Hana and Gesya, they are the same.
I sobbed back, remembering how my daughter cried, but none of them had any pity on her.
"Bie"
I brushed off Bima's hand that suddenly touched my shoulder. Looks like Bima's already crouching in front of me.
"Already, Lala will be fine" he said trying to comfort me.
I don't know, this is the first time I've felt this angry at Bima. I didn't even intend to respond to her words.
Trying to get up with the remnants of my strength, I strode towards the room, ignoring the call from the man I currently hated.
"Arimbi!" Call him several times.
I'm sure he must have followed my lead.
"Bi, are you angry with me?" He asked while grabbing my wrist.
I kept quiet and didn't answer. My other hand tried to remove the hand checks Bima.
After escaping, I walked to the closet, grabbed my suitcase and packed my clothes. Still with my crying that has not subsided.
"What the hell are you, Bi" Mas Bima again grabbed my hand. This time a little pushy. The next second, he pulled me and my body automatically hit Bima's chest.
"Lala's already mad at me, Bi. Are you angry too?"
"Me and Lala deserve to be angry" My eyes warmed when I mentioned Lala's name. My eyes blurred because tears had pooled in my eyelids.
"Didn't you feel sorry for your own child at all? He begged, he asked for help but I didn't care at all. I see how sad Lala was, her eyes, her face, her nose? All flushed, he even had trouble breathing due to his so great stuffing"
"I see, and I know Bi... But what I could do, her mother pitylessly continued to force Lala, even when I wanted to take Lala from her sling, she deftly turned and reminded me not to prevent it"
"At least I said to postpone it for a day or two" I argued with high intonation. My back rubbed my cheek that was already in a flood of tears.
"Mas can tell Hana to seduce Lala slowly"
"Okay I was wrong, I'm sorry"
"Free, it's too late"
I took off Bima's hand, then grabbed my clothes back from the closet for me to move them to the suitcase.
"Where are you going, Bi?"
"I'm here because Lala, and Lala don't exist, so what am I here for"
"Whatchu mean? don't joke, baby"
"I'm not kidding, I'm going home. I want Lala, until Lala has not returned" My words, as if the trigger of my tears falling so rapidly. "I don't want to go home"
"Don't be childish, Bi"
"Then why didn't you stop him?"
"Why not prevent it? mas is more entitled than me who is only limited to connecting mothers. It should be you who understand your own child's psychic. If you both take the initiative" I pause my sentence for a moment to channel air into the lungs. "Hana gave up for a while, while I firmly asked Hana to delay bringing Lala, we will not see Lala like that. What if something happens to Lala? What did you think got there?"
Bima did not answer, the man in front of me just kept quiet with eyes that were increasingly difficult for me to understand.
"I don't mind Hana taking Lala to stay at her house, because for me, until whenever Hana is worthy of Lala's heart. But look how Lala's rejection, sobbing, and hysterical yelling..." I took a deep breath because suddenly there was a tightness that was so squeezing. Be ill. "Is your heart not touched at all?"
"You're harder to part with Lala than you are with me, Bi?"
"Yes" My heart is fast. "I've said it before, haven't I?" I again gasped when I took a deep breath.
"Lala's gone, if you go back to mom's house, what about me? Can you leave me alone? Stay here yeah, we're patient for two weeks"
"If I'm patient, they're inciting Lala all of a sudden, and Lala won't come back here, my patience is useless, isn't it? So what would you do if it happened?"
"Lala's a smart kid, she's not easily swayed by Hana's incitement"
"Then Gesya? He will not stay silent. Two weeks is a very long time for me, and that cunning woman will definitely make the most of that time"
"That's not going to happen, Bi. You don't have to worry, trust our children. He doesn't even accept that anyone is bad-mouthing his mother"
"Yes, hopefully" I replied indifferently.
Suddenly the sound of the door being knocked. Bima and I were compact to direct the view towards the door that was not closed. Jim stood outside the door with a brown envelope in his right hand.
"Sorry sir, ma'am, disturbing. Here's a letter from Ms. Arimbi's office"
There's a letter for me, definitely confirmation of my annual leave application. Usually it is about the term of the holiday, and the date of entry to work after the leave.
Bima accepted it, then handed it to me.
I opened it because I wanted to know when I could get to work. But according to my estimation, I'm back at work on a young date next month.
I frowned as soon as I found that there were two sheets of paper folded separately. One sheet contains my confirmation of submission, and another sheet contains a threat.
I'm thumbs up because you survived death. One thing you need to know ...
I won't stop here.
Have a good time playing around with your prejudices, Ms. Arimbi....
Greetings fans!
My legs were again squeezed, with panic and fear attacking me at the same time.
"W-who are you?" I muttered with an empty look.
"What's up, Bi?" tanya mas Bima then snatched the paper from my hand.
"Astaghfirullah?" Now the bima mas giiliran beristighfar after reading a message written with a computer type. I'm sure he's just as surprised as I am.
Unknowingly I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the cheeks that were pierced one clear point.
Swallowing saliva, you know Bima pulled my head to stick in his stomach.
I sobbed, with a sour mind that continued to disturb my calmness.
Not yet complete about the sender of toxic snacks, Hana who brought Lala, now there is a threat letter addressed to me...
What kind of life is this??