Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 19th Chapter
This is the longest part. Beware of the bosen reading!
"Salsa calm yourself. We can talk about this very well" Rafka said, trying to calm his wife.
"What do you want to talk about?! Everything I've known includes your bad intentions!" salsa shouted accompanied by a roaring cry.
"I have feelings too! I can feel pain too! But you simply asked me to hand him over to someone else, without thinking about how I would feel!" Salsa hugged her stomach. As if protecting the fetus that is now one month old.
"Akh.sick," Salsa sizzled as the pain hit her abdomen. The woman's body was limp and Rafka reflexively caught the tiny body.
"Why?!" asked Rafka who looked panicked and worried to see Salsa's painful look.
Salsa did not answer Rafka's question. His right hand gripped his stomach even more, as if pressing the point where the pain was coming from. The sweat wetted Salsa's face that grimaced in pain.
The man immediately carried Salsa and carefully placed the wife's body on the bed. Salsa's breath was wheezing with pain that always came suddenly.
"Is it really painful?" rafka asked, staring intolerably at Salsa. His left hand rubbed the surface of the woman's stomach from behind the black shirt that covered her. And hope the pain subsides soon.
"Yes.." replied Salsa quietly. He closed his eyes, feeling a gentle rubbing on the surface of his stomach.
Rafka reached into his pants pocket and called the gynecologist, his parents' acquaintance. He was very afraid of anything happening with Salsa content, and wished everything was fine.
"Patience, the doctor will be here soon."
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While elsewhere, Azkiya sat pensively in the gazebo behind the house while enjoying the breeze of the night and also calmed his chaotic mind. He was still riveted by Rafka's speech a few hours ago. Child adoption? Didn't her in-laws forbid adopting other people's children, and it felt very different to have to take care of a child who wasn't flesh blood himself.
"Will you agree with Rafka's decision?" monologue Azkiya while staring at the sky that tonight is so beautiful with a sprinkling of stars. There was a slight sense of pleasure in her mind with her husband's decision. At least he can feel the care of a child even though it is not born from his womb.
A few minutes passed sitting alone in the gazebo. Azkiya chose to go back inside the house. The air tonight is so cold and piercing.
"Where's Rafka's mas?" azkiya asked as she had just walked out of the room and passed by the waiter. He was looking for Rafka who was suddenly not in the room.
"I don't know, Miss. But I saw the father in such a hurry to get out of the house," the servant replied, bowing his head.
Azkiya was silent for a moment. For a few days her husband's behavior changed a little. And always out the night even leaving without saying anything to her. It's nothing, but Rafka very rarely goes out of the house and chooses to busy himself with office work. There was a bit of fear creeping through his mind. He was afraid Rafka would turn away from him.
"Does Miss need anything else?" The voice of the maid who had been faithful stood before her master. Making Azkiya jerked in shock until his daydream was broken.
Azkiya shook his head." There aren't. Go back to the back."
The maid nodded and moved from the face of Azkiya who was pinching her nose. The woman went back into the room, her eyes rolling out to every corner of the room. He was looking for a stock of pads that He kept in his room and now he forgot to put them.
"Where did I put it yesterday?" muttered Azkiya while opening the drawer beside the mattress.
The woman clucked not getting the thing she was looking for. The mood is unstable plus the problem of the bandage does not go away he can, while his stomach is already painful with monthly guests who come.
"What's this?" Azkiya picked up a lump of white paper lying on the floor near the basket of dirty clothes.
Azkiya's eyes widened perfectly when reading the contents in the paper. Proof of inpatient payment on behalf of Salsa kasyafani. Her husband's name was on the paper.
"What does that mean? Who's Salsa?" Bad thoughts instantly filled Azkiya's head.
The date of payment coincided with her husband's return home. Is Rafka cheating? Even if it happens, he won't let it.
"It seems I have to investigate this woman named Salsa..."
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"How's the fetus doing? Is it okay?" Rafka immediately gave a question to Syifa's doctor who had just finished examining Salsa.
The female doctor seemed to shake her head." I just found out you have a mistress! And now she's pregnant. I thought you were a good man!" said doctor Syifa full of emphasis.
"Don't widen in the direction of my personal affairs! Hurry up and tell me how it is?" Rafka seemed to ignore the words of doctor Syifa including the cynical gaze given by the woman.
"The situation is fine including the content. It's just that the woman can not experience prolonged sadness and excessive stress because it will have an impact on the fetus that she is carrying now," said Dr. Syifa.
Rafka looked towards Salsa who was lying sideways towards the glass window. The woman's eyes looked empty but still clearly visible tinge of sadness from the look on her face.
"How long have you been in a relationship with that woman?" Doctor Syifa again questioned the relationship between Rafka and a foreign woman who is now lying on a bed like a living statue and looks sad.
Rafka sighed heavily, lowered her head for a moment and looked back at the doctor Syifa who was the son of her mother's best friend, Elsa.
"You don't need to know about this. But clearly you have to keep all of this a secret. Don't let Azkiya or my parents know about this."
He hated infidelity!
"As much as you want to say anything, the most important thing is that you can keep this a secret. I'll transfer the money to you. Please get out of here."
Doctor Syifa shook her head in a completely different manner to Rafka. The female doctor immediately left Rafka's apartment unit with many questions popping up in her head at this time. After the doctor's departure, Rafka stepped over to Salsa.
"Don't think too much, just assume my request you never heard," said Rafka who seemed to realize the cause of Salsa like this.
The woman squeezed out a blanket that covered half of her body. Hate and anger are firmly planted in his heart in the man whose unlucky husband status.
Rafka glanced at her cell phone that was ringing on the table.
"You rest, I'll prepare food for you." Before moving Rafka rubbed the head of soft Salsa.
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Smoke rises from the chicken porridge Rafka moves into the bowl. His porridge order had just come, however he should pay more attention to Salsa, considering that the woman was pregnant.
Salsa seemed shocked when the door opened, while her position was now sitting on the shoulder of the bed. Rafka entered the room with a tray containing a bowl of porridge and a glass of milk.
"You eat first after you just go to sleep."
Again Salsa did not respond to Rafka's remarks. His strength was completely drained and his body felt limp after the quarrel of the two of them. The pain in his stomach was still a little bit worse.
The woman opened her mouth to take a bribe from Rafka. The man smiled slightly, at least Salsa was not on a hunger strike.
"I plan to buy a house for you" said Rafka, who returned to feed Salsa, who frowned.
"Don't be too nice to me, sir. Because I won't give it up" Salsa replied with a bland laugh. His thin hands rubbed his flat stomach.
"Don't talk about it anymore" Rafka said.
Silent. No more conversations. The porridge in the bowl, now it is not left to make the biggest smile on Rafka's thin lips.
"Drink this milk. I want our kids to be healthy." Rafka handed a glass of milk to Salsa who was silent for a moment before taking it. The woman's eye sight implied something behind her round eyes.
"You better go home" said Salsa who sounded sniffy.
One eyebrow Rafka raised heard it." Going home? I want to stay here with you. Consider tonight your ration to be with me."
Salsa turned her face away, grimacing softly. The woman chose to put her body back on the bed. He looked at the ceiling of the room with a feeling of unworthiness.
"Sleep, don't think of anything." Rafka also laid her body beside Salsa who turned to look at her husband with such a close distance.
The two looked at each other with different views. Out of nowhere, Rafka draws her face closer to Salsa, who is staring at her husband. The woman closed her eyes when the moist chewy object stuck perfectly on her thin lips.
Rafka's hand clasped Salsa's slender waist until it docked on his body. He nodded and sipped those thin lips, as if forgetting his own promise.
Salsa pushed Rafka's sturdy chest until the link of their lips both came off even though she wanted more. The woman turned her body to the back of a stunned Rafka. Salsa rubs rough wet lips and removes the mark of the kiss that Rafka gave.
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The sun slowly began to show its light and its light penetrated into the sidelines of the curtain-covered glass window. Two sleeping couples look good and both seek comfort with the position of the two of them hugging each other.
A shrill voice came out from Salsa's lips which slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. This time he slept very well. However, seconds later the woman was shocked to see Rafka in front of her now. The man still closed his eyes. Salsa immediately put away Rafka's stocky hand that was coiled around her stomach.
"It turns out not a dream." muttered Salsa softly when she remembered the man's confession last night. The pain in his mind was back.
Salsa smiled bitterly, her eyes sore along with the eyes that flooded. He glanced at Rafka who was still sound in his sleep. The woman got up from the mattress, opened the closet and took her backpack. He put one of his clothes in the bag. He occasionally glanced at Rafka, afraid that the man would wake up from his sleep.
Maybe she was a stupid woman, choosing to run away and let herself who would probably become a gossip of people for getting pregnant without a husband. But it's better than her being a mistress.
"May this be the best choice."
Salsa put her backpack back in the closet. He will wait for Rafka to leave this apartment unit.
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