My husband no longer touched me
Final Story
At 01:00 in the morning.
My eyes can't shut worrying about flooding. The rain was full of thunder and lightning. If only me and Mas Beni slept one room might warm each other up. That was before I made a fatal mistake.
The heavy rain did not stop bringing good memories with Ferdi. I spent beautiful nights with him.
Flashbacks
"Sir. Don't leave, Mom yes. Love you the same. We want to build a home" he said. He hugged me from behind while lying down. Me and Mas Ferdi finished sports night.
"How?" my many. I turned towards him.
"We leave each other's partners. It started with you asking for a divorce from Beni. When we get a new divorce, we'll divorce my wife." Mas Ferdi kissed the tip of my head.
"Ehmm," just a mutter I said.
"No, can you?"
"I doubt."
"Why doubt?"
"The doubt of our relationship ended bitterly. And Mas will leave me that way, aja," I said hesitantly.
"Hey." He pulled my chin slowly. "Please love and love you. I promise I won't leave you." Eyes sparkling.
"Really, Mas?" ask again.
"He'em." He nodded.
He held his arms around my body. What a sad night.
Flashback off
I don't feel my tears just flowing. The beautiful memories have been lost in fact I was abandoned and dumped.
Not entirely I can forget Ferdi. God has erased my memory of him.
"Clearned!" call Mas Beni a surprise.
I rub it slowly. "Yes, Mum." I approached him in the doorway.
"The river is rising. Quickly raise things to higher ground" he said, commanding.
He opened the door and looked outside. There was a puddle of water in the corners of the sewers and the streets.
"Flooding of power, Mas." I began to lift my valuables to safety.
Brak!
Beni closed the door and started cleaning things. Routine activities every year rainy season.
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At 10:00 in the morning
Floods began to inundate the streets and rise to the surface of the houses.
Mammy? Is the house flooded?
"Can't sell me!" aspat Mas Beni.
If Mas Beni doesn't sell it means my burden increases. It's a good thing to give me money. But it's useless if there's money flooding everywhere.
Two hours later the water entered my house knee-deep. At 15:00 pm the water began to recede again. Rushing I cleaned up the remnants of mud and dirt inside as well as the floor.
My phone vibrated on top of a small plastic closet.
Lisa's?
Tumben called here.
Clique
"Hello, Ma'am." His voice snapped a little.
"Yes, Lis. Tumben called here?!" I don't like it.
"Tumbents, tumbens. Noh mom, help! Clean the house flooded. The parents were left alone," he said.
"Loh, you think I'm not, flooded?"
I sat in the kitchen corner tired. The floor is still wet. It was as if Lisa was speaking.
"Well, get there first. If you mind helping mom. I paid you, Ma'am. Don't worry!"
"What do you mean, Lis--,"
Pajo ... Tuber
Basic kupret!
After I'm tired, it's time to go to my mom's house. Help him clean his mother's house due to the impact of the flood.
"Mas, sign Cahya with Faisal. I'm going to mom's house first" I said goodbye.
"To that witch again? There's no kapoknya, you."
I glanced at him at a glance, "Don't do it, Mas. She's my mom,"
"Yes, yeah, yeah. Later if there is nothing not to mention," taunted Mas Beni.
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Finished helping my mother get home. Mom gave me a plastic white. I don't know what it is. And hold money in the hands of the ocean.
When I got home I opened the plastic.
Alhamdulillah!
It can be eaten tomorrow. There is rice, instant noodles, canned fish, and eggs.
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Did not feel the time rolled so fast Faisal grew up he went to school and third grade Elementary School while, Cahya entered first grade Elementary School.
Mas Beni slowly began to change just drunk and his judgments are still attached to him. That too is rare. I hope he can abandon his bad habits.
My mother also changed little by little and still she could not accept Beni even though she also betrothed me to him. Strangely, they hold up unsteadily.
What about my brother-in-law? Well, that's. Judes and chatty.
And Mas Ferdi? There's no news anymore. But I still remember what he did to me. Let the Lord pass by who will repay him. Slowly I began to forget even a little because of the heartache that makes me almost crazy will never forget.
Thank you, my friends, for taking the time to read this story. Take the positive side and throw out the negative. Don't be bullied, rookie writer. Warm greetings from me on the edge of the horn.