RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 1

" Asthma, put the knife back. Later you can get hurt by that knife.!" syafrie shouted in the midst of the music that enlivened the atmosphere of the wedding party that took place at that place.

My husband's wedding party, Syafrie Mahmud Alamsyah, was with a woman from a nearby village named Marina.

I'm inflamed wounded. The marriage, which was unbeknownst to me and not with my permission, was in full and lavish progress.

Suddenly, the music suddenly stopped. The mood became quiet. All eyes were focused on me. No one's making a sound. Only

the sound of plates and glasses clashing was occasionally heard.

My gaze circulated around the hall that was decorated in gold and red. White and red fabrics give the impression of a luxurious wedding style today complete with bridesmaids who wear complete clothes in line with the clothes worn by my husband and his wife.

Not to forget also the decoration of flowers - green and white flowers that enliven the atmosphere of the party.

I'm woken. Pain stabs my chest. How they were so perfect preparing for this wedding without my knowledge.

They stabbed me in the back. THE TEA!!

My gaze turned to look at the bride who was standing behind my husband. The green stupid shirt she wore was the same as the one worn by Syafrie, my husband.

He squeezed both of his hands while occasionally glancing at me. His eyes seemed to mock me. Mocking my inability to keep my husband from moving to another heart.

"Basic pelakor..!" hiss with hate.

" Astma, watch your talk. He's not who you're accusing him of! " safrie snapped at me. I snorted, smiling cynically at her and my husband Syafrie.

" Why, am I wrong? This woman wouldn't have married if she hadn't taken my husband. What's the name if not the actor? "

" Asthma, I say again. Watch your. Or me...! " again Syafrie yelled at me.

" or what? You gonna hit me? " tanyaku. I laughed bitterly.

I'm lyrically the eyes of the man who has also been looking at me. His hands fixed the black suit that was padded with silk gloves of matching color with the bride's clothes.

He glanced towards my hand which occasionally played the knife in my hand to his chest.

Huh... He was worried or afraid of death.

" Why shut up, or you're afraid I'm sticking this knife into your chest or into your bride's chest. Amboi.... if you are still afraid of death, why dare to have two wives, Syafrie? " my taunts to Syafrie. Now the knife in my hand is aimed at the bride.

Syafrie's face was flushed red hearing my ridicule. While the bride stared in horror at the knife in my grasp.

"You must not be stupid, Asthma! I am still your husband. Nothing has changed. I still love you. Do not act that will harm yourself! " syafrie's speech was echoed by all who were present there.

" It's easy for you to talk like that, motherfucker. You are not in my position. It is not you who feel the pain of being betrayed. I.... I feel that pain here..... here..! " i said, pointing at my chest with the tip of a knife. My breath and breath hunt. My lips were shaking withstanding the crying. Duh. Why don't you just take my life.

" Aahhh! " all screamed stifled. Horrified with a knife pointed right at the heart.

" Astma, listen to me! Until whenever you stay the main one. I will still choose you. Believe, baby. I'm just helping her." Syafrie turned to the bride next to him. Apologizing and understanding so that the woman is not offended for her words.

" Hmm, help her warm up the bed, that's what you mean? It's good, I'm struggling to keep my house, you're good - you want to get married and build another house with another woman without first ending your relationship with me.... divorce me first, coward! "

"Dragon's talking, Asma. Your words have offended and hurt the pride of this family! " snaps my husband.

I'm flabbergasted. This whole life was the first time my husband, whom I adored, and I applauded with his love, which he said was as high as nirvana, yelled at me.

It hurts. Like being stabbed by a sword and then torn and then forcibly thrown into the earth.

"You're so mean, Syafrie! " i am deep in my heart.

" Come home, son. Shame to see people! " take Father, gently draw my hand trying to persuade me to leave this place.

" No, sir. I don't want to go home without my husband! I was still holding on, staring intently at the black pupils of my husband who used to make me always flutter when I looked at him. I don't know why, now everything feels empty. The love in my heart suddenly disappeared, changing into hatred and disgust. The love in my heart turned black. As black as the embers of hatred and evilness in my heart.

" Don't be stubborn, Asthma. Believe me you still have me. We'll live together. Me, you, and Marina will live happily. Believe that... I'll be fair to you all! Please .. Asthma, understand my position! " he said he was trying to persuade me.

" Your father gave me permission to marry again, baby! " said Syafrie grabbed my other finger. I brushed it off violently.

" Oh, dad? But unfortunately I didn't! " i replied while toying the knife in my hand to his face. I'd love to tear that mouth apart with this knife until it's smooth shapeless.

" A man can remarry without the wife's consent, dear. If he feels physically capable, material and can do justice. All that is allowed in our religion" he said, glancing at the knife in my hand that had now changed position right in front of his chest.

I looked at my husband's wrath. As loving and as dear as he was to the woman who was now crying sobbing on the lap there.

Where did he throw away all his words of love and promise to me. The promise is that there will be only one woman in her life. Who will reign in his heart forever.

" grim... Syafrie.Lelaki traitor like you is indeed very easy to spread promises. You think all the women you can treat like that. Remember, I am Asthma, swearing that even to death I will never be willing and give you permission to remarry. And I say also, that today, if you marry again, then break your talaq for me! " I dropped a hanging talc on my husband's Syafrie because basically my heart hurts if there's a wife's 'numbering' in my marriage records and Syafrie.

My husband's Syafrie face turned pale hearing the Ultimatum from me. Well. I feel like I won. You have to divorce me first and then get married to that woman. It's good that you trample on my pride and dare to play with my love.

" But Asthma, brother is married!" syafrie said with a clear face.

" It's good then, then your brother's talaq falls on me! " i said smiling, but bitter.

" Where can that be, Asthma. You're pregnant with our child. How can I find a pregnant wife! " squeaked.

" It's easy. Once this kid is born, we're officially divorced."

" Astma, watch your talk. I will not divorce you! You go home first, I'll catch up and explain everything to you! I don't want to be separated from you. Please, listen to me! Don't be rash to decide something! "

" Sorry, Syafrie. My decision has been unanimous. You've dropped my talaq on me with this marriage. So from this moment on, you and I have no ties. We're not husband and wife anymore. And then when this kid is born, I'll take care of our divorce papers."

" Asthma, don't do it, boy! Syafrie is still your husband. Look, there's a lot of people watching your family drama! " the father tried to persuade me again. But I brushed my arms violently.

" No, Asthma. I will not divorce you. You remain brother's wife until anytime! syafrie said with a huff.

" But I'm disgusted with you, Syafrie. I'm disgusted at a traitor like you. So I forbid you touch me! " i screamed rudely while crying. The knife in my hand I was pointing at - the tuding on his face. Syafrie, who saw that, held my hand, intended to snatch the knife from my hand. But I rebelled until accidentally the knife hurt his hand.

Fresh blood poured down on the bridal clothes he was wearing.

I backed off and smiled mockingly.

" hurt? how does it feel to get a knife cut, huh? It was not worth the wound in my heart. Know it? the pain cannot be expressed...! " my isak while crying. Sick.. My heart really hurts.

" Athaghfirullah, Asthma! Istighfar, boy! you're already possessed by a Devil. Let's go home, boy! Not good for the health of the baby in your womb! " this time it was my mother who tried to persuade me.

" Yes, Asthma. Come home, I'll be following you in three days. I'll explain everything. Trust me, we'll be happy together. Don't think about divorce anymore. Because at any time I will not divorce you. You are my priority. I'll be fair to you guys..! "

" Hey, traitor. Enough talk! Who said I wanted to stay with you! You think I want to? Well, you don't understand how I feel. Hear..! I don't want to live with a traitor like you, I'd rather die. Remind me to forgive you, if God will be generous to match us back in the next life, because in this life I cannot forgive you! " Finished saying so, with one swing I stuck the knife in my hand with all my might into Syafrie's heart.

I closed my eyes not wanting to imagine the sharp object piercing through my shirt and ripping my skin apart and piercing right in the heart.

But before the knife stuck in my heart, someone pushed my body to the back of the guardrail to make me fall down the stairs until it was thrown down.

Ahhhh! The screams of horror mixed with the sobs of women and children I still had time to hear.

Pain, pain, and tightness in the chest I felt. My body feels numb and numb.

" blood! " snake someone

" Yes, God. Its content. Asthma..!!! "

" Sir..! Mr. Basri.. Oh God! Mr. Basri hold on, sir..! Asthmatic... Oh God! "

Someone, please explain what happened. I was in pain but why did they mention my father's name. Something bad must have happened.

" Athaghfirullah's.... God, what have you done, asthma! shout Syafrie.

" Astma, hang on, son. Yes, God please save my husband, children and grandchildren." I heard a woman's sobs say my name, My mother! My consciousness slowly faded with the darkness of my vision.