RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 14

I close my eyes hoping the sleepiness will come soon. Unfortunately, these eyes do not want to compromise. My body feels tired. I curse myself who is still at home for a long time to reap sorrow, when it is real clearly visible the eyes of everyone in this house happy.

The cold night air in the village of Suka Rahmat really pierced to the bone making me choose to close the jacket because it could not stand the cold.

I took a long breath. Ten years of my escape didn't make me special in my family's eyes. Still, it was Syafrie who had always been the champion. It's just shafrie and Syafrie again. It's always about him.

I wondered, no matter what kind of kindness the man did, that everyone thought of him as a hero. In the eyes of my family and also in the eyes of people. But to me, that man is nothing more than the root of my sorrows.

I took another deep breath. My dispute with Kak Mansyah crossed back into my memory and feels now a heavy burden to me. Why is everyone being nice to the traitor Syafrie. Even my mother chose to remain unmoved to defend me. I'm the real one obviously - obviously his daughter, but why is it like I'm here a former daughter-in-law.

I circulated my gaze to the rice field area that lay in front of my mother's house. Exhaling coarse breaths, hoping that this burden will be reduced.

Light Moonlight radiates brightly illuminating the expanse of rice fields in front of the house. My net vision was fixed on two points moving slowly. Probably a farmer hunting rats in a field.

I laughed stifledly when comparing Syafrie to the rats. It makes no difference between him and the rat - the rat, the same - the same pests that must be removed.

" Why outside? " Syafrie was standing in the middle of the door looking fixedly at me. A little boy I know is his son is in a pampered dress in his arms.

I just nonchalantly glanced at a glance without interest, then again threw a glance in the other direction.

" Fadil is always like this if you want to sleep. Must be wiped first his back can only fall asleep he" he said again.

Hais. But well.. I became provoked to return to trample on Syafrie's self-esteem.

" Sweety, weak, no stand. Your son seems to have something in common with you. Pray that he will be a better man than you. Don't forget to teach about loyalty. So that his wife would no longer feel the same pain as me." After saying that I threw a glance at the two farmers who were chasing rats in the rice field.

Syafrie followed the direction of my eyes.

" I know you hate me so much, and I don't have a problem with that. But this son of mine, he has no right to accept your anger. " Syafrie patted the boy fondly. At least he wasn't hooked by my words just now.

I see the current self of Syafrie, it seems like she is able to process her emotions well. Perhaps the age factor has matured his mindset. Something that really doesn't exist for me. I don't know why I'm always emotional and fiery when it comes to things related to Syafrie.

" It's a good thing he's asleep, so there's no need to listen to all of your words. But if he hears anything, he will forgive you, because he has a forgiving soul. Not like you're a vengeful." Syafrie smiled at me while winking. I was indifferent, pretending not to hear or see.

" Have you met him? " Syafrie's question successfully made me return to cast a sharp look at him. Meet my enemy's son?.. Hah, come on, that's right.

Syafrie looked at me. I chose to throw my eyes the other way. "Asma, my son is a sweet boy. Try to get to know him. You'll love it. "

" I don't want to. "my words are short.

" My son lacks his mother's affection, Asthma."

" I'm sorry, it's none of my business..! " i answered ketus.

" Ashma, I beg of you, will you consider him your son..? "

" You're crazy... ! I'm not going to..! " my emotions exploded. Which sane man offers his ex-wife to be the mother of his son from another woman. Syafrie is mentally ill.

" Look, isn't he very similar to me. Once - a time you had to look at her eyes that were very similar to her mother's."

Whoa.... Syafrie is looking to die. He seemed to be deliberately showing off his happiness. You who beat the drums of war, then be prepared to accept the venomous words that will come out of my mouth.

" Hey, Syafrie. Are you satisfied to show off your happiness? Do you think I'll be envious? Hah, just dream of you. Know it? " I pointed at my chest . " There's no longer your name. Please stop showing off your happiness. Because I really don't care. If you want to apologize, apologize in a reasonable way. Maybe I'll consider forgiving you. To be honest, I'm sick of hearing about you and your son. I'm sorry if this has offended you, but I just want to be honest. "I turned my head and stared for a moment at Syafrie who was now standing in astonishment.

I looked at the man with a surprised look. What's wrong with him. " You're more beautiful when you're angry, Asthma. Your lips are as if calling me to shut them back with a kiss. " wuck....Fucking syafrie...... My anger's back on fire.

Apparently my words had no effect on him. Instead, it was like Syafrie found a way to mock me. I look upset. Looking cynically at the man who was now back stroking - elus the boy's head in his arms was fondly.

" Stop playing like this. Show me a little shame, Syafrie. Because from what I see you seem to have no shame.!"

Fuck you, Syafrie. My meaning in my heart. Finish your history. If she still had pride, she would have cursed me.

" I'm sorry, Asthma. I'm a shameless guy, so.... " Syafrie moved quickly towards me. One rough grip on my hijab and the next wet feeling on my lips made me widen my eyes unexpectedly. Any more..... Syafrie without my permission came back to kiss me. This time he kissed me while holding his son. Cursed are you Syafrie....

The shock made me unable to think clearly. The pain and soreness in the lower lip due to the bite of Syafrie, not as painful and as if my heart was torn inflamed, humiliated because it felt that it had been less taught by him.

" So how does it feel to be kissed again by this shameless man..? " Syafrie smiled cynically.

" Tomorrow you will repeat your marriage. Syafrie, you are repeating the ijab qabul. The matter of the ruler and the witness let me and Brother Ardi take care of it..! " The voice of Brother Mansyah is like lightning in broad daylight in the dry season. Syafrie. I was shocked and limp. Shaking instantly took control of me.