MUST BE A DEPOSIT
TMS EPS 49: SUSPICION OF SYMA

"Darling, why are you quiet?" Syma slightly flinched, as she suddenly heard Ersad's voice. Dropped his daydream, about Ceyda who never came back. Even because he waited too long, Ersad got upset and took Syma and her daughter home.

"Em.. It's okay Mas."

Unfortunately Ersad is not the type of person who is easily lied to. Although Syma's mouth said no, Ersad knew that there was something the woman was thinking about.

"You're not good at lying, Syma. Tell me what's up?" Ersad pulled Syma to look at him.

Syma looked her husband in the eye before telling the truth. "I was just curious about your mother's name? if I may know, what's his name?"

"Why suddenly ask about that?" answer cold Ersad. The question was obvious, changing Ersad's previously warm expression turned icy cold.

"Here you want to know." Syma was a little scared when she answered him.

"No need to know. Because it's not important to know." Ersad cupped his wife's cheek before continuing. "Listen Syma. I am happy with your presence by my side. I don't need anything else. Never ask me anything that makes my heart ache when I think back about that woman. Because he will never be a part of us. You got it, right?"

Syma just nodded. She wanted to interrupt her husband's words. Because for him it is not appropriate for a child to assume his parents are dead, while his parents are still there. But she swallowed all her words, because she realized her husband's mood was bad. She will talk about it again when her husband's mood returns.

******

"Aunt Deriya, has Miss Ceyda come yet?"

"Auntie taste not yet. Why why?"

"There's no Auntie. I'm just looking for him. Didn't he usually come at this hour" said Syma a little disappointed, because she wanted to immediately overcome her curiosity with the woman.

"Wait a minute. He couldn't have come today. Because it had promised Aina to accompany her to shop for the needs of the kitchen that was running out."

And it's true. After Deriya spoke, Ceyda came. Syma smiled happily at his presence. But the woman was a little awkward with him.

"Mrs Ceyda, are you okay? my husband waited a long time yesterday. I really want to introduce you."

"Sorry Syma. Maybe next time. I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so just go home."

Syma could see the look of lies from the way she spoke. "Em fine then. Maybe next time, or will the madam play at my house?" Syma deliberately lured him, to see his facial expression.

And it's true. Ceyda was tense to hear it. He immediately gave a gesture of blatant rejection.

"Sorry Syma, I can't seem to. Oh yeah, where's Aina. We have to shop."

"Let me call."

Syma immediately stepped in search of Aina's whereabouts.

"Syma sir?"

"Aina can you help me?"

"Help what?"

Syma whispered something in Aina's ear. The girl was confused by what Syma said. But when Syma explained everything, Aina finally understood and wanted to carry out this mission.

"Good Brother. Aina will do as Sis Syma said," said the girl enthusiastically.

"Smart kid."

******

"Syma... Why are you avoiding me?" Hariz compensated for Syma's move trying to run away from him.

He had thought that once he got out of Revan, there would be no more bullies. But it turns out there is still. Even that's a lot more annoying than Revan. Hariz is the kind of guy who doesn't give up easily.

"God... Hariz stop. Stop following me? Don't you have another job?"

"I'll stop, but you'll stop too. I beg Syma, sit down and listen to me talk. I just want to talk to you." Hariz said it when he said it.

"Say?"

"Em, how are you?"

"My situation is good. My baby is healthy and my family is fine. Is there anything more important than your question? if not, you better go home now. Because if Mas Ersad saw, he would definitely go on a rampage."

"Do you love her? you happy with that guy?"

This time Syma breathed out her rage. Really caught off guard with the absurd question from Hariz.

"Of course I love him. If not, how could I have survived to this extent and conceive her child. And we're very happy. Do you think that I am a patient woman who will persist in her husband's depraved manner? don't be silly Hariz.

My husband is loving. He could even accept Zea. Even though Zea wasn't her real daughter."

"Maybe it's just in front of you Syma. But not behind you."

"Enough.

What you really want. Better say it clearly."

"I love you Syma. The feeling of hate that I had once felt, was a feeling of love that was neglected. I hated you once and loved you once. But now all that remains is the liking. I can't...... "

"And you're too late. I'm a man's wife. And that person is your own brother." Syma deliberately emphasized her words.

"I'll take it if I have to," the other one lightly.

Syma clucked in annoyance. His eyes looked at the man.

"You are my husband's brother. Taking me away from him already shows how inferior you are compared to him.

Tell me, what reasons would make me choose you over my own husband? you're quite handsome. Rich. But when I see my husband, everything that is in you, is also in him.

Even more than that.

And that which is within my husband. It will never be inside you."

Hariz was stunned when he heard that. Syma didn't just reject him. But also incised his heart until it was broken there was nothing left. So sick and tight he felt in her.

Without them knowing.

A pair of eyes were staring at them. It was so sharp, but now it's turning shady.

Ersad has heard everything. Nothing is missed one bit. He wanted to go straight, beat Hariz all out. But he held it. He doesn't want Hariz to take advantage of that to show Syma that he's much better.

"But Syma..... "

"Is not my wife satisfied enough?"

This time it was Ersad who spoke. The two of them turned towards the man who was slowly approaching and hugged Syma's waist possessively.

"You're so disgusting. I think you've been content to take everything from me. From my father to all his possessions. I never once teased that from you. I am the first son of Enggar Wijaya.

And now....

You're trying to take my wife. Cih, step over my corpse first. And even if my wife chooses you, I'll never let that happen.

Never will."

.

TB