Not the Perfect Wife
29. Fried rice again
Yasna sat on the bed leaning against the head of the bed. Emran and his kids came home an hour ago. Alina enters Yasna's room with a tray of rice and a glass of water.
"Why was he brought here, Mom? I can go down" said Yasna who felt bad.
"Didn't the doctor say you can't move much" said Alina.
"Just close," said Yasna.
"It's not okay .. You never told me that Emran has two children?" ask Alina.
"Make what?" ask Yasna.
"What kind of relationship are you actually in? You're not young anymore, don't play with a relationship" Alina said.
"We're serious, Mom! It's just that Aydin hasn't agreed with our relationship. I've failed, I don't want to fail again. Therefore we have decided that we will build a household, when everyone approves of us" Yasna said.
Alina nodded her head understanding her daughter's intentions. He also did not want to see his daughter go back to failure.
"Did Emran have any more children besides them?" ask Alina.
"No, Mas Emran had two children, Aydin and Afrin," replied Yasna.
"Have you told him all about yourself?" ask Alina again.
"Mom mean, about my womb?" yasna asked back to what Alina was calling.
"I've told him everything and thank God, he doesn't mind about it" replied Yasna.
"If it's about his family? Do they know about your situation?" ask Alina.
"I don't know, Mas Emran didn't tell the story either" Yasna said.
"Here you go, eat first, finish it take the medicine," said Alina.
"So before you go home, Mom. I'm full, just take medicine" Yasna said.
"This is the cure." Alina handed over the medicine she received from Emran earlier.
*****
"Assalamualaik."
"Getishalight."
"Where's jasna? Not coming home with you?" ask Karina.
"I've brought you home, Ma. His leg was sprained, Aydin was about to get hit by a motorbike" replied Emran.
"Aydin isn't papa?" Karina approached Aydin and examined his body.
"I'm not papa, Oma," Aydin said.
"Just the knee was bleeding, Yasna who was sprained, fortunately not too severe, but still he could not move much," said Emran.
"Tomorrow Mama will look at Yasna" said Karina.
"Alin is coming with Oma" Afrin said.
"Yes, we look at Mother after school," said Karina.
"Guys!" pekik Afrin's.
"You took a shower and then took a break ... Afrin wants Oma to bathe?" ask Karina.
"Alin bath sendili, Oma." Afrin ran to her room.
*****
Three days have passed, the state of Yasna's legs have improved, although a little pain if made to walk. Today he will return to teaching, he has also contacted Nadin because Emran previously asked permission for Nadin to give permission one week for Yasna.
In the morning Tisya was at Emran's house. He intends to apologize to Emran and will try to take back his heart.
"It's still very early in the morning? Tumben you're here?" ask Karina.
"I brought Auntie food, so Auntie doesn't have to bother cooking." Tisya showed me the food he brought to Karina.
"Tante is not cooking, who is cooking Bik Ima," said Karina.
"So lazy," replied Karina.
"Emran's up yet, Tan?" ask Tisya.
"No, not yet" answered Karina.
"Let me wake her up." Tisya passed by without waiting for Karina's answer.
"What kind of woman is she? Play in the men's room at will," murmured Karina.
Tisya knocked on Emran's room door several times. However, not getting the approval, he decided to go in. Tisya had come to this house several times, so it was no wonder that he knew where Emran's room was.
When Tisya entered Emran's room, he did not see anyone in the room. The gurgling sound of water in the bathroom answered Emran's whereabouts. He who saw the mattress Emran mess immediately clean it.
"What are you doing here?" Emran was surprised to find Tisya in his room, fortunately he had brought t-shirts and pants to the bathroom.
"I brought you breakfast" replied Tisya.
"You better get out, it's not appropriate for a woman to be in a man's room" Emran said.
"I'll wait for you here, we'll go out together" said Tisya.
"You get out first, I-I
"It's better that you get ready soon, than to have to argue with me, I'll wait here, if you need my help" Tisya said
Not wanting to argue, Emran finally let Tisya, because he knew Tisya was a very stubborn person. How hard he tried to expel the woman, as hard as that Tisya would rebel.
After preparing, Emran and Tisya came out of the room to the dining room, where Emran was surprised by the presence of a woman, who else if not Yasna.
Likewise with Yasna, he was very surprised by the presence of Emran accompanied by a woman. He turned his gaze to cover up the same pain, as he had once felt. Her husband used to be with other women he had the right to be angry, but now Emran is no one for him, it feels inappropriate if he is angry.
While Karina was feeling very guilty, she should not have let Tisya into Emran's room, but she knew that Yasna was here today to pick up the bike.
"Come, breakfast! Later you are late," Karina said in a voice that was deliberately hardened.
"Come, Emran! I was cooking fried chicken with your favorite sauce." Tisya pulled Emran's hand to sit down.
Emran was hoping Yasna would be angry. However, Yasna seemed ordinary, what sense did that woman have not as much as she felt for him? Emran was very disappointed. When Tisya was about to take the rice, Emran prevented it.
"I'll just eat fried rice." Emran immediately took his own fried rice to his plate.
Tisya looks disappointed, but he hopes Emran wants to eat it, he has been hard-earned to make it.
"Bik! Why is the fried rice salty?" ask Emran.
"Sorry, Den. I don't cook fried rice" replied Bik Ima.
"Then this-
"I'm sorry, maybe I put the seasoning wrong" Yasna said.
Yasna had deliberately come in the morning to bring fried rice to Emran. However, it seemed only to embarrass him.
"You better eat this chicken." Tisya took Emran rice, Chicken and the sauce.
"I have to leave soon, later. Thank you for the banquet, Mom. Assalamualaikum." Yasna left without waiting for an answer from Karina.
"Waalaikumsalam," murmured Karina.
Karina stirred the fried rice that Yasna brought, she took the bottom and tried it, it turned out to taste very good, which tasted salty only the top and she knew who did it.
Emran, who understood Mama's intentions, could only exhale her breath violently. Aydin was always making trouble with the women who tried to get close to him. Why would it be Yasna? Yasna had helped him at that time.
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