NOT PERPETRATORS
She's a Good Friend of My Husband

The two heads in front simultaneously looked back. While Mas Bastian looked at me in surprise, the Eagle doctor played his eyebrows while looking at me.

"Focus! Watch out!" my yelling.

Ssett's!

The eagle doctor immediately controlled the speed of his car. Almost something happened to us. If that happens, I'll blame him! A car in front of us suddenly stopped its speed.

"Red light!" muttered husband.

"Are you crazy? You could kill us! If you're driving, focus on the front!" cecarku emotions.

"Darling. Nothing happened anyway." Husband defended.

"Nearly, almost nothing happened. And that's .. 'cause it's this crazy Doctor!"

The deg! I bit my own lower lip. How could I say such a harsh word to him. I know, he was unintentional. Ah, my emotions are fucked.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. It's not supposed to look back that will only break concentration. I should focus on looking ahead. But sometimes, we need to look back, to make sure conditions are okay."

Whatdoes thatmean?

"I mean, sometimes driving also needs to keep an eye on the rearview mirror to know the situation that is happening behind," he continued.

I know what the doctor said. But I don't give a shit. Whatever he said. I really don't care!

The car returned to speed after the lights turned green.

***

We got in front of the house. The car stopped too.

"You go in first, Di?" haggard husband.

"Nr ...."

I hope the answer is no. My feelings are fucked. And that's why. I could have said more harshly to him

"Maybe next time, Bas."

"Thank God ...," my sigh was relieved.

"Darling ...." Mas Bastian looked at me, his eyes hinting at his friend's bad taste.

"I-I mean .. thank goodness .. thank goodness we have arrived. I mean, I mean."

The doctor smiled, as if it was good to irritate me.

"Mama?"

Look at the source of the sound. I saw a boy running towards me from inside the house. Followed by a middle-aged mother trailing behind him.

I leaned over a little bit of my body, I stretched out both arms to grab my little hero.

"Honey .. You miss Mama, yeah ...." I hugged her tight, kissed Arka and carried her.

"This is our son, Arka." Mas Bastian introduced. "Come, Arka, salim the same Doctor!"

I slowly attached Arka to teach her how to be polite. I asked Arka to give her small hand to the doctor.

"Hi .. can I contact you? I'm Prince Eagle .. who are you, Ganteng ...," he said senselessly as he reached for an Arka speech.

Really stupid. Maybe he could double down on something that could create new problems for us. This doctor is completely out of his mind!

"What's your name, handsome?" The rubbing of the cheek puffed Arka with anxiety.

I just kept quiet, not giving Arka advice to answer.

"Akka," answered Arka.

In fact, Arka has begun to be smart to talk, it can be invited to interact.

"Aka?" The doctor looked closer at my son.

"Arka," I said.

My heart beat as the face approached the child in my sling. Wh why? Why is this vibration still the same ....

Arka smiled and watched the doctor. Arka is not a child who likes someone easily. However, I think he likes that hawk doctor.

"It was smart, yeah. Tomorrow if Om plays here again, Om bring a gift, deh!"

"No need!"

The doctor's eyes turned to look at me.

"Yes, already. Come on in, Mum! You need to rest." I'm getting away from that crazy doctor.

"Mother?" My mother-in-law held me for a moment.

"Mom, I'm gonna take a break, tired. I miss Arka too."

I left them, went inside the house.

"I'll go home first, Bas."

"Look, Brother!"

***

It's cold tonight. I see my husband is asleep. Arka too. After the hospital, I was tired. However, for some reason, these eyes do not want to be invited to sleep.

I decided to get out of bed. This step towards the kitchen. Take a glass of water, and bring it to the room. I put a glass on the bedside table. It was 22:15 pm, the drowsiness did not come.

Bizarrely. Suddenly the shadow reappeared. The person I wanted to throw away. These few days, I've been quite upset by him. I've been married two years to Bastian. He's a nice, gentle, and no neko-neko person. I married for love. Yeah, love, I guess.

Or .. mas Bastian just as a way for me to forget that pain. Nah! That's not true. I do like him. But why ... when I met the eagle doctor, my heart seemed to waver. Between vibration and wave. I can't hold that feeling. A sense that quietly slipped in this heart.

Stupid again, I don't know how to deal with it. This self was nervous, and the look in those eyes made me misbehave. All I could do afterwards was anger, which was vented in an angry manner. Then comes resentment, remembering past events.

Looks like I was wrong. I shouldn't have been. What is, Bastian mas will suspect, that the doctor was once an important part in my teenage years. I'm not sure my husband will be okay, letting the doctor keep popping up in front of us. Because as good or bad as the past, at least he once filled a part of my life.

Bastian is not a possessive type. But still, I don't want their friendship to be an awkward one, and I'm the cause of that awkwardness myself. Nah! I'd better train to stay calm with the hawk doctor. Yeah, I'll do it.

***

This morning, Monday. Mas Bastian said he was going to start work. So, I'll prepare breakfast for him.

"Hm .. smells good."

I looked at my husband who was walking towards the dining table.

"It looks so excited." I watched him get tidy. "Easy?"

"Have, donk? Just a minor injury, really. You're cooking fried rice again?"

"And I haven't had time to shop yet, Mom?" Put two rice dishes for us to eat.

"Yes, it's nothing, anyway."

I put my waist in a chair near my husband. We ate the fried rice together.

"Dear."

"Yes." Yeah."

"You have a problem with Dr Dimas?"

"Ohuk!" Rice that had just entered the esophagus gushed out.

"Eh, sorry .. sorry, this." A glass of water for me. "Aren't you okay?"

I'm still coughing. Questions that I had not been able to discern, even just reached my ears, suddenly startled my throat.

"That's okay, really, Mas" I replied after this chest started to be relieved from tightness due to choking.

"You seem to hate the same doctor Dimas. Why?" His eyes looked at me full of search. So he ignored for a moment the warm fried rice teased in front of him.

"I ... just .. don't like you getting too close to her."

"He's my friend, Ma. In fact, Dimas treated me like a brother. Look, he's very nice."

For a moment we looked at each other. "Mas .. I don't want us to be so much trouble to others. Remember, Mom, did you yourself ever say, so as not to believe too much in the goodness of someone. He could have had a certain purpose. Don't get too carried away in the help of others. Not good, if you owe too much."

"Darling ... later on, you should learn to appreciate someone's good intentions."

Huh! Good intentions you say, Mom! It could be that he's a bully of our household. Especially me.

"Please .. You're being nice, yeah, to her. Remove that prejudice from your mind. I don't want my beautiful wife to be seen judes in front of other people." While holding my hand.

"Yes, okay."

Just now Bastian mas want to bribe rice, suddenly ringing gedgetnya sound.

"Yes, hello ... At."

'In' who?

"It's not, Di. I have a motorbike, too."

There was a faint sound of a man across the phone.

"All right, I'm ready for this. Yeah, well, if you don't take nicotine."

"Ok, thanks, Di."

Closing the phone line.

"Who?" many quick.

Husband smile. "Doctor Dimas, he said he'd pick me up to go with him."

I put the spoon out of my right hand, then moved on, taking care of the remaining fried rice that had not been eaten. I just told you not to get too close to him.

"Don't get mad. Isn't my office and the hospital aligned?"

"That's okay" I said, smiling.

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