NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#36
"There... There you go to your room!" mahesa sok garang.
"You go to your room, too, if you want to make it. You're shameless, pointing it out in front of your own wife.". Freya's words are firm.
" Hey... I'll never consider you a wife, until the apocalypse though. I want to marry you, just to see my parents happy. You alone are matre, still want to survive. You know, I don't like you!" Ketus Mahesa glared sharply at Freya.
"I'm not matre!"
"Haha.... A hypocrite! not much of a bacot. There you make me coffee again..!" Mahesa's orders kicked Freya out of the room.
"I'll make you some coffee. But, give me that ambal later." Pinta Freya's.
"For what are you this ambal?" Mahesa held the ambal that she was sitting on.
"There is no bed in my room. I can't sleep without a bed. I was pregnant. I need to be strong and healthy. Because I have a husband who doesn't have a healthy mind."
"Hey.. Watch your mouth!" Hardik Mahesa, biting his lips furiously. His hand was about to float wanting to slap Freya.
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Freya could no longer see Mahesa's anger. Especially if it is to be hit. Without excuse his tears immediately poured out in front of Mahesa. Truly he could no longer be despised and scorned. Just two days married.
Freya rushed into the kitchen. She knew she shouldn't challenge her husband. Because her husband hated her. So, whatever she said would not be grateful in her husband's heart. Even if she did any good, it remained bad in her husband's judgment.
Freya makes coffee with a body that vibrates because it resists sobs.
Huuff..
Oh my... Patience to me, at least wait for my son to be born. My God, is this as severe as my punishment? I have repented of God, please open my husband's heart, so as not to insult me. Freya murmured in her heart.
After he felt calm, he wiped his tears that soaked his cheeks with his fingers. Then back to the living room. When she reached the living room, she saw her husband not making any more video calls on his laptop. With great care Freya placed the coffee in front of Mahesa. And he rushed into the room.
Arriving in the room, he collapsed in the corner of the room. Tears are getting louder and unstoppable again. He came back crying with sadness. His life is getting more torturous. I just want it to feel like he's dead. He lamented for a long time his fate. But, he regained his spirit when he realized, that there was a fetus in his womb. And there was his sister Hana, whom he had to take care of and take responsibility for.
Huuff..
Freya could not stand the cold from the floor that hit her body. Though he had made his bedding prayer mat and a pile of two sheaths that he had. Yeah, he didn't have much preparation. Because Jasmin's mother said. They are all in a new home, just like their other homes. So, he only brought a prayer device and two sarongs.
Huuff..
Freya got up from her bed, it seemed, it was not a good idea to sleep on a ceramic bed with only a prayer mat and a sarong. There are no pillows either. He can catch a cold. If he drops, it hurts. Of course it will affect the growth of the fetus in the womb.
With a sad feeling. Freya came out of the room while wiping her tears that kept pouring down her cheeks. Always strengthen the heart to be strong. But, in fact tonight, he is very sensitive. How not sad. He married a very rich man. His house is in every town. But he was treated like a beggar sleeping barefoot.
Freya took a carton of Fridge wrap, washing machine, AC, TV, from the back of the house. Actually, the thick cardboard carton is to be thrown away. But, no time. Gratitude is not thrown away either. So that cardboard carton, he'll make it as his bed tonight. Waiting for tomorrow he will go to the furniture store to buy a mattress or bedding and pillows. Yeah, he still has money. Money from their wedding. If the money is illegal, the results of him as a pela cur have been exhausted for business capital selling pulses and snacks. And that business is closed to this day. There was, intent to contract it. Because there's still stuff in there. But, he did not know and poultice where he lives now. So, he did not know what kind of transportation to his contract from this housing.
When Freya excited to put the boxes into her room, Mahesa who wanted to go into the room saw her. But her husband did not rebuke her. Her husband quickly entered the room with a glance of his stool.
Hufft..
"Lumayan... Also nice!" His own words, trying to cheer themselves up. "Thankful... Thankful you Freya, still given God a ride to sleep in the room. Not told to sleep outside." He said with a faint smile, but tears could not be compromised, his tears just kept flowing.
"Son,... Forgive mom, huh? hopefully if you are big. You didn't hear from your father, that mom was a whore...!" Freya spoke to herself, with increasingly heavy tears flooding her cheeks. "What's wrong, in your father's eyes, this mama is a whore. But son, you don't follow the mother's hate, or despise the mother later huh dear?"
Freya felt her eyes had started to blur, due to tears. His hands continued to caress his still flat stomach. Invite the child to talk. He put sadness in his heart.
Huuff..
"Son... I can't cry.. I can't cry, I can't be sad. My son will cry again." Freya was constantly talking to herself. Had the sister been with him, he wouldn't have been this sad. But, where might he invite his sister to stay here. There will be later, the Fir aun aka Mahesa angry.
"Oh my God, is koq cold?" he lamented, rising from his sleep. Justifying the position of the cardboard he stacked, to be more elongated and wide. Because the stacking cardboard was less long which resulted in the tip of his foot being exposed to the floor.
"Good... It's good, it doesn't have to be thick, as long as my body doesn't touch the floor." Freya was like a madman, unceasingly talking to herself. It's like that because, if he's quiet. His mind glared back, thinking of his poor fate.
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