RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 11

For more than half an hour I sat under a banana stem by the side of the road. I cried silently - silently thinking about my life full of twists and turns.

My hole vibrated indicating a call was coming in. I reached into my game pocket and took a flat object inside.

" Assalamu'alaikum, my future wife! " Mas Haris gave a greeting that I immediately responded with a wave.

Benarkan. Getting a call from Mas Haris slightly erased the sadness in my heart.

" Have you been in the office, Mom?" I asked because I saw from the background where he called me. There was an upset grunt from Mas Haris who was deliberately made - made.

" Help my greeting first, Asthma. You are a habit. If I give greetings, it is never answered. You know not, anyway. Answering greetings other than the law is mandatory, also as a sign of love." I sneered at the lecture from Mas Haris.

" Say who? said Mr. Ustad Haris Wicaksono? " Mas Haris immediately chuckled.

" There's a proposition, that's. I just forgot the hadith. Anyway the point is that we are obliged to answer the greetings of someone. "he replied with atunsias.

" Oh, huh? I'm sorry, mas."

" Teruss? "

" What???

" Reply to my greetings, dear Asthma! "

" Yes... yeah ...Mr. Ustad Haris. Ana understand.... Waalaikum salam pelipur laraku..my love." I'm sure one hundred percent, Mas Haris cheeks must have met red to hear my greetings.

" What about the office, mas. Is it safe? Continue... problem of my leave... secure it? " i asked worriedly.

" Safe, just finish your business there. I'll catch up with you in these two three days" said Mas Haris in response to the anxiety in my heart.

" Well... "

" Hmm, what else, baby? "

" If my family doesn't give us our blessing, would Mas Haris still want to invite me to be my wife? " My tone sounds hoarse.

" Asthma, is there a problem with your family. Why do you sound like you've been crying. Say baby, we'll solve this problem together. I'll catch up with you as soon as my business here is done." That's what I like about Mas Haris. He is always calm in solving problems. Not rash and very mature. Maybe because of his family background or maybe his educational background. Whatever it is has formed the image of a Haria Wicaksono into an authoritative and respected man.

My phone screen turned into a video call. I hesitated to press the blue button to open the screenshot, but I also could not press the red button, because it would make Mas Haris worry about me even more.

Finally, I pressed the blue button and immediately Mas Haris' face appeared there.

" Your eyes are puffy, you've been crying? " Mas Haris immediately searched me with questions when he saw my puffy eyes.

" Are you afraid your family doesn't like me? " he asked in an anxious tone.

" No, mas."

" Then what?...Asthma tell the truth. Why do I feel like you're hiding something?" Mas Haris urged me with a question spoken in a higher tone than before.

I shook weakly. It is also impossible to tell Mas Haris that last night I was reunited with my ex-husband and had slept under one roof together. I'm sure maybe in a matter of hours, I'll see him standing in front of me and holding my hand tightly and then dragging myself to the head. Haris is very possessive of me.

" Are you sure? " ask the man with a doubtful face. I nodded confidently.

" When did you come here? " let me divert the conversation.

" Quickly. why 'kangen?" Mas Haris smiled with a seductive face. His eyebrows rose up and down.

I laughed out loud at her funny expression.

" Why laugh, if I miss I can send a selfie of me. Wanna..? "

" No, Thank you..!" I nodded while still laughing. Mas Haris laughed. I like it when Mas Haris laughs, because the dimples will be clearly visible. Mas Haris is a native of Javanese descent, but I wonder why he can be white like Chinese.

" Heemhh...! "

Deheman someone made me reflect. My grip on the phone tightened when I saw Syafrie who was about five meters behind me. On the side of the road not far from the banana stem where I sat.

Mas Haris asked when he heard the voice of the male deheman near me. I replied that it was nobody, just someone who happened to pass by.

I asked Mas Haris to end his phone and he complied.

" It's almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon, but not a single meal has entered your stomach." He opens the voice.

His appearance has changed to wear a heart-red T-shirt in black jeans. Her hair was neatly brushed back. If you look - look, the style is okay.

There was fatigue emanating from the look in his eyes. Unfortunately I don't care. I threw my eyes away at the expanse of rice fields that stretched before me. Some of the rice has turned yellow, a sign that harvest time is soon to arrive.

" I'm going to the Telihan market to buy some groceries, do you want to drop something? " His smile was like a man who had been given a Friday night ration from his wife.

" I'd rather starve to death." I muttered very softly, but I'm sure he must have heard it, because there was a look of surprise on his face. Never mind. I don't want to bother to keep his feelings. She already knows how I feel about her.

" You know, excessive hate will turn into love like a story on soap operas - soap operas on television."

My eyes glared at her words.

" You've been watching too many soap operas, dear Lord Syafrie. But you are wrong. Life is not as beautiful as the story in the soap opera. Life is hard. Get up and be aware. Don't fantasize a lot." I'm angry. He smiled and walked closer to me.

" Astma, I know you hate me so much. But can I hold you." Gosh darn. This man in front of me, has his brain hit a wall. I nodded, looking wherever I wanted.

I was sad to hear him say that. I'm sure for sure that his brain is already aglek.

Wonder where he got the courage to say it. Does he think it's that easy I forgive all the things he's done to me.

" Wake up from your sleep, sir. Dreaming of daylight." I said cynically as if humbling himself.

I don't want to know how his facial expression heard me say that. Irritatedly I stomped my feet and passed away leaving her.

He laughed at my annoyed expression. Fucking syafrie, my mak in heart.