NOT PERPETRATORS
Guests Not Invited

I stood in despair. Dimas pulled my arm. Open the window of the room. He's staring. Asking me to follow him. He quickly crammed his body out of the window. In a panic, I followed his idea. I crammed my body with difficulty. Dimas helps from outside the window. Take my body to not fall.

Sreth!

Crews!

Get out of the window. The door sounded open. Yes, Lord .. We are safe!

But my skirt seems a little torn from the window.

"Dimas, put me down!"

Dimas looked at me for a moment. He smiled so sweetly, making me feel wrong. Slowly he pulled my body out of his carrier. I also breathed a sigh of relief. I stared around. We were in the backyard.

Dimas suddenly bowed in front of me. Grabbing the skirt that was torn.

"What are you doing!"

"Your skirt is torn."

"Leave it."

He looked. The dim light made her handsome face look so stunning. His eyes are so beautiful. Oh, I think I'm crazy.

***

It was a cold night. I lay in bed. Arka was asleep with her grandmother. So, Bastian and I just slept together. I tried to close my eyes. My mind is still wandering. The incident at the party really disturbed the calm. This self has sinned. That's all I regret the most.

However, I admit, there is a strange vibe in this heart. Exactly the same vibration as years ago. Every now and then these eyes closed, feeling what had just happened. My chest is warming. The swirling felt warm.

Suddenly Mas Bastian grabbed my body lying behind him. Facing this body to him. He began to stick his lips together, touching my lips gently.

"Mas," my sergeant restrained his body.

"Mas, not now. I'm .. I'm so tired."

He's stopped. Change looking at me. "Why? I miss it once."

"I-I'm a little unwell. Maybe the wind was in the bike. My head is a little dizzy."

He also kissed my forehead. "Sleep."

Mas Bastian pulled out a blanket to cover my body. He also resumed his sleep.

Ii'm sorry. I've been lying. The doctor poisoned me. I shouldn't have been affected. I hope this night doesn't happen again.

***

Time passes quickly. But, the events of a week ago, at the party, still stuck in my mind. The fear slowly grew. Dimas is so desperate. What if he comes near me again. But ... is that possible?

"However, Sister Ima?"

Someone's voice surprised me.

"Eh, Ms RT, where are you going?"

"Here, get anther for Bu Ani's order."

Bu Rahma seemed to be carrying a crackle full of mangoes.

"Well, harvest, huh, ma'am?"

"Alhamdulillah ... Ma'am Ima wants to? Let me bring it later."

"Eh, no need, ma'am."

Madam Rahma smiled. "Yes, later if Ma'am Ima wants to, just play to my house, huh? Take Arka too."

"Thank you, Ms. RT."

Madam Rahma passed. He was always friendly. Only he trusted me, when the other neighbors sneered. The conflict between me and the Goddess was just a long time ago. Enough to be a valuable lesson, so that I am more careful in acting.

I, sitting on the terrace, was again startled by a black car entering the courtyard. I stood up, about to rush in. At first I thought my husband wasn't there.

The car stopped too. Mas Bastian got out of the car, followed by the man.

"Where's your bike, Mas?" Sometimes I call him 'papa', if there's Arka. If there is no Arka, I used to call him 'mas'. That's my habit.

"In the workshop. Last time, in the middle of the road my tires leaked. Fortunately there was a doctor. He's taking me home."

I grabbed the bag from Bastian's hand. "Let me just." It was just an excuse, so that I could quickly avoid the eagle's eyes.

"Darling, make coffee for me and Dr. Dimas, huh?"

"Good."

My husband went to his room to change his clothes. I was in a hurry to the kitchen. Wonderful! Why does he keep interrupting. His appearance was always scary. That look made me even more alert. Won't let him do anything that would make me sin and be ruined.

While I was brewing coffee. Suddenly someone hugged me from behind.

"Mas, embarrassed to see people, ah!"

I'm stunned. The smell of the perfume is completely different from Bastian's mas. I'm turning.

Prak!

The glass filled with hot coffee fell down on my feet. I grimaced the heat.

Dimas leaned over trying to grab my leg, but I dodged.

"It's all because of you!" hisisku.

She smiles. The other glass he spilled at his feet.

I looked up at her behavior. "What are you doing!"

"Feeling the same sensation as you."

He grimaces the heat. Stupid fuck! I left him, to change his clothes, and applied a burn ointment to my feet that were splashed with hot coffee water earlier. After that, I brewed two more cups of coffee for the two of them.

I also served him two snacks and a plate of cheesecake. Just respecting this uninvited guest. It sucks!

"Not bother!" said.

I just kept quiet while making a heartless smile.

"Please," I bargained to try to kindly serve.

"Darling, what happened. I heard the sound of things breaking" asked Bastian.

"Oh .. it-"

"That's me, Bas. I just got some hot coffee. Your wife is too hasty and friendly."

"That, your leg, splashed?" Mas Bastian looked a little unwell to her.

"Mas, that-"

"It's okay. Just relax," he said pretending to be innocent.

Really, good at drama!

"Sort of earlier, the smell of coffee. Your pants are wet, Di?"

"It's okay. I will also go straight home. Actually, it's not just my pants that get wet, Bas."

I glanced cynically at him. Brash man! Brain bawdy!

He chuckled at my expression. "My shoes are wet too" he continued.

I passed away annoyed from them. But suddenly Bastian called me.

"Lord!"

I'm turning.

"Next time be careful!"

"Yes, Mum."

What's he thinking? I was the one who watered her best friend on purpose? Or accidentally spilled a drink in his pants? Bastian was really fooled!

As they talk. I busied myself ironing my clothes. Incidentally, Arka was at her grandmother's house. So, I can work on clothes that are still piled up for ironing.

***

"Ma?"

"Yes, Mas?"

I moved out of the room. After putting the clothes I had ironed into the closet.

"Sit for a second!"

I also said, sitting next to Bastian mas, facing the doctor.

"This ... Dimas offered me to buy a car. Coincidentally the one who owned the showroom was his cousin Dimas. We can go the day after tomorrow to the dealer."

"I'll ask for a price consideration. Just chill. If necessary. You just use my money first. You can replace it another time" said the eagle doctor.

"Well, you really are my best friend, Di! Thanks very much, Di!"

I was amazed again, I don't know what the eagle doctor meant, pretentious to help my husband. Though clearly, there is a hidden intention behind his good faith. It's caught in my brain. It's free, I don't believe in the daggers.

"I don't think it's necessary. We can still buy it ourselves. Yes, although it will not be as luxurious as your car," I said ketus.

"Darling ... come on! We will benefit if we follow the offer. Believe that! Dimas is very good. Trust him too!"

Unfortunately, I don't trust him anymore.

"Lusa, you can come and look at the car in the showroom. Take Arka, too" said the doctor smiling.

I just kept quiet. My husband, if it's like this, it's hard to argue.

"Yes, already. I'll go home first. Don't forget the day after tomorrow, yeah, Bas. Take your son and .. your wife."

"Thank you very much, Di."

Mas Bastian waved his hand from the terrace. I who was standing in front of the door looked towards the direction the car was speeding. I don't know what's gonna happen the day after tomorrow.

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