
A pitch-black cloud slowly covered the sky along with the rumbling of a fairly strong wind. A young woman in her 20s was seen sitting in the chair of a bus stop waiting for her bus to arrive. Salsa's watery brown netra gazed up into the sky. It looks like it will soon be raining heavily.
"Hopefully a quick bus comes, I don't want to get stuck here" Salsa monologue. He stared around a quiet looking occasional seen some cars and bikers passing by.
And it's true that suddenly the rain fell very fast. There was a hint of fear lingering in the young lady's mind. Moreover, the clock shows at 05:00 pm but the situation has now begun to darken. Under such circumstances Salsa's hand stretched out rubbing her flat stomach. Never thought a fetus that was still in the form of a blood clot grew in his uterus. If he did not give priority to his curiosity that night it could not have happened.
"Why is it still here?"
The heavy and hoarse voice of a successful man makes Salsa daydreams scatter. The young woman looked startled as she looked up and found Rafka already standing in front of her holding an umbrella.
Salsa gulped his saliva rough." Ba...bapak why is he here?"
"I should ask why you're still here, it's very late and you're sitting here daydreaming?"
"I'm waiting for the bus to come, sir." Salsa lowered her head after saying that. Seeing Rafka's eyes made the night's memory appear in his head.
Rafka. The man breathed a heavy sigh." For our wedding, maybe tomorrow."
Salsa again raised her head and this time the look on her face looked surprised." That fast?"
"Why? Do you mind? We just married Siri and it didn't take too much time. And I beg you to keep this a secret, I don't want everyone to know including the employees at my company," rafka stared flat at Salsa but her eyes implied a meaning that was difficult to interpret.
"Ba..good Sir." There was a gushing pain in Salsa's heart hearing the man's words.
Ah, he forgot that only ordinary and natural women Rafka did not want everyone to know about the status of the two of them later. And they got married because they had to.
"Fast get in the car, let me drop off" Rafka said, but it sounded more like commanding. Salsa got up from her seat, her eyes looking at Rafka who first got into the car with an umbrella to protect herself from the rain.
Salsa walked with doubtful steps.
"Quick! Don't waste my time!" Rafka's loud voice made Salsa flinch. He immediately got into the black sedan.
"Don't mostly daydream." Salsa just silently heard it.
Rafka's loud voice that seemed to be implied by anger frightened him. It's nothing as a child until adulthood father always scolded and vent his anger on him while He did nothing wrong.
Rafka starts running his car, there is no conversation between the two. While Salsa was silent with a sense of awkwardness that engulfed in her. How can two strangers go through a loveless marriage. If not because the womb in his womb at this time could not he hold the responsibility of the man who is now beside him.
"This is your house?" The black car that Rafka was driving stopped in front of a small alley, and the car was unlikely to be able to get inside.
"No. My house is in that alley. Thank you for delivering me" Salsa said. The woman got out of the car immediately. He did not want to linger there and luckily the heavy rain had subsided just a speck.
Rafka was silent. The car hasn't moved at all. The sharp highlight is watching Salsa who goes into the alley where the road looks muddy with minimal lighting. What residents live near here does not take the initiative to provide lighting in this alley, Rafka thought.
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"Mas, where have you been? I've been waiting a long time" said Azkiya, who welcomed her husband.
"There's a lot of work to be done. Sorry to keep you waiting a long time" Rafka said giving a brief kiss on Azkiya's forehead.
"Ooh, I thought Mas went to mom's house. I also want to talk to Mas."
One eyebrow Rafka was interested to hear it in addition to seeing the serious face of the wife.
"Yes, but I take a shower first." Azkiya smiled and nodded.
"Then I prepare food for Mas first. I also cook quite a lot."
Azkiya left her husband for the kitchen to heat up the food he made. While Rafka breathed a heavy sigh. The man dropped his body violently onto the sofa. He nodded his head dizzy thinking about the situation he was living in now.
Long sitting on the sofa, Rafka got up from the sofa and walked to the room to immediately clean her body and cool her head.
While in the kitchen Azkiya was busy heating food in the microwave. The food he cooked himself and helped by aunt Narti. He is not very good at cooking. Aunt Narti and the other workers were already asleep in her sleep, naturally because the clock showed at 11:00 p.m. And it's not like Rafka used to come home late like this. Usually Rafka will call himself when he comes home late.
"It's done. Now just call Mas Rafka," Azkiya monologue. He left the dining room and walked to the room.
Azkiya smiled broadly at the sight of her husband just coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The wet hair that looked disheveled made the man look even more handsome to him.
"Mas, I've prepared food for you."
"Yes. But you've eaten?" rafka asked as she opened her closet and turned to her wife.
"Already Mas. Ooh yeah, I also want to talk to Mas." Azkiya's face seemed hesitant to say that." So my mom called me..."
"Called why?" asked Rafka who was already wearing a plain black shirt.
"About pregnancy. We've been married for three years, but we haven't had a child, Mas. I feel bad for my mom because I can't give her a grandchild. You are the only child. I'm scared, I'm barren___"
"Sstt. Don't talk like that, honey. Yesterday you checked with your doctor and your uterus is fine. Maybe it's not time we had a child. Don't be sad about this problem. Mama would understand." Rafka clutches Azkiya's tiny body that can't hold back her sobs.
Azkiya let go of Rafka's embrace and looked at Rafka with flooded eyes.
"What if Mama asks Mas to marry again?"
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