NOT PERPETRATORS
The More Weird Days
I kept walking leaving Fania standing alone on the edge of the night road. I wonder, why worry about it? Isn't she just a seductive woman? However, my heart was contrary to my thoughts towards Fania. I don't know why, from the bottom of my heart. I trust her.
I'm back at home too. I approached Bastian who was still unconscious. What exactly happened to him? Why was he beaten? What harm? Slowly curled Bastian's hair. My mind remembered the conversation earlier this afternoon with the hawk doctor.
Is ...all this is his work? If this is really the work of that crazy doctor, I won't hesitate to retaliate! Dare to go against us!
***
I woke up early in the morning. Immediately I-check Arka's condition. Thank goodness I don't have a fever anymore. I also smiled with relief. I let the two-and-a-half-year-old awake. Then I headed to the family room couch. Bastian is also sleeping.
The wounds and bruises on his face have not gone away. The wound had dried up, but his face still looked so bruised. Not wanting to disturb him, I hurried to take ablution, and performed the morning prayers as usual. Then do the housework.
While cooking, Bastian called out to me.
"Imania? My wife?"
I turned off the stove and approached my husband.
"Yes, Mas. Are you awake?" I looked at Bastian who was already sitting on the sofa.
"Get me some water" he ordered.
"Yes, Mum." I rushed to get water from the kitchen and gave it to Bastian.
"Here, Mas."
Mas Bastian immediately drank the glass of water like a very thirsty person. After that he gave me his glass back. I put it on the table. And I sat next to him.
"Mas."
"Hm ...."
"What happened to you last night?"
Mas Bastian looked at me, and asked, "Who brought me home?"
"Fania" I replied.
"Fania? He's the one who drove me home?"
I'm nodding. "Why is that?"
"Oh, that's okay" he replied.
"Why are you together?"
Bastian was silent, not answering. I'mwatching. My husband's getting weirder and weirder all day. There was a lot of change in him. Sometimes he is very attentive, sometimes he is dizzying, full of puzzles.
Bastian was silent again. Again he was silent.
"Mas! Why just shut up? I need to know who has dared to beat you up!"
"If I tell you the man who beat me up, then what are you going to do? Are you going to pay it back too?" He looked at me with a lighted look.
"Mas, I just want to know what happened last night that happened to you," I said, looking down.
"Then, no need! It's not important for you to know!" mas Bastian said with a high tone.
I was silent for a moment, then returned to the kitchen. Back cooking. My thoughts are now on my husband. Bastian why are you angry? What's wrong with me? I just want to know. Is that wrong?
Finished cooking, I put vegetable soup, fried chicken, tofu and tempeh, and sambal and lalapan on the dining table. While I was arranging the spoon and plate on the table, suddenly my body was embraced from behind.
"I'm sorry, honey," she said, hugging me.
Actually I was a little upset with him, but I understood him. Maybe, mas Bastian behaved like that because he was carried away by his mood.
Bastian turned my body. Now we face each other. Mas Bastian suddenly grabbed my face, kissed my lips softly.
"Mas!" I immediately removed this lip from her lips.
"What's wrong?" Bastian looked at me confused.
"You smell of alcohol!" I said with an annoyed face.
Bastian finally realized that his mouth smelled of alcohol. He immediately went to the bathroom. Mas Bastian has been acting strange lately. Suddenly he was angry, and he apologized. Was he so because of job stress?
The sound of Arka woke my daydream. I also headed to the room. Ask the Ark to wash your face. Because he just recovered from illness. So, I just wiped her body with warm water. Then bring him to eat.
The three of us had breakfast together. Not wanting to ruin the mood, I undo the intention of asking my husband about last night. I have to be patient, wait for him to calm down, then I will ask for an explanation from him.
After breakfast, Mas Bastian pampit to go to his office. With his face still battered, he kept working. I actually asked him to take a leave first. However, Bastian kekeuh mas to keep going to work.
***
In the afternoon, Arka and I were playing on the porch. I'm very happy, finally Arka can cheer again. When I was accompanying Arka who was busy composing a puzzle, suddenly a white car entered my yard. I am a stranger to this car.
A woman I knew got out of the car. Sexy clothed woman, slim, blonde. He walked while throwing a smile at me, who was still looking at him in wonder. He's here again, what's he here for?
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