RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 18

I'm tired of hearing Mansyah's story about Syafrie's son Fadil.

Not wanting to linger to hear the sad story of Fadil, the son of the traitor Syafrie with the woman, the version of Kak Mansyah I decided to talk by saying. " What does this have to do with today's show? "

" Because you're going to be Fadil's mother. Today you and Syafrie will repeat your marriage again." said Brother Mansyah without further ado. Kak Mansyah's hand gripped my finger.

" Sister don't be kidding..!! " my jolt to Kak Mansyah was full of pressure while pulling my hand from his hand.

" Hear brother first, deck! " said Kak Mansyah as she took my hand back and held it.

" What? Brother want me to go back to that bastard? Better brother just kill me.! Why did you have to be so hard on me? Brother is the same as telling me to eat my shit back. " Can no longer hold back my emotions, I glared at Brother Mansyah. The heat is now running through my head and chest. I want to leave Brother Mansyah and bathe my head with cold water.

" Deck, for Fad-.! "

" For whose sake, brother? For the boy named Fadil? Huh...who is he..? He is nobody to me..! " He's Syafrie's son with that woman! He's my enemy's son!. " I cut off Brother Mansyah's speech. Huh, it's just nice that she told me to make sacrifices by being the mother of a child whose name I don't even want to mention.

" Deck..! " The face of Brother Mansyah. Hah, it's good that Brother Mansyah told me to remarry with the Syafrie. I'm sorry, I don't approve. He thought what kind of household can stand strong if built based on hatred. No need to wait a few years, in a matter of seconds it has collapsed.

The door suddenly opened and showed the figure of a mother who appeared behind the door. White style with matching color hijab, make mama look radiant. Mama, look at Mama's guilt. I haven't prostrated myself and begged him for forgiveness since I arrived in this village. My mother walked up to me and stood right in front of me.

" Do you want to see your mom happy? " look at my mama. I'm nodding. " Then repeat your qabul ijab. Marry back to Syafrie and be a mother to Fadil! " said mama while stroking - elus my head.

" But ma, the point of my return here is not for this" I said softly with tears beginning to drip down my cheeks.

" Mama's first and last request, Asthma" said the more mama looked at me.

" Your whole life Mama never asked you for anything. Then may you now ask you to grant your mother's request, Asthma?" there was a shiver in his voice that was mixed with shiver.

" But, ma-! " my voice was cut off by my mother's sobbing. My mother knelt in front of me. " Just this once, Asthma. Give this old woman a wish. Mama please." he said while sobbing. I got up and grabbed my mom's body.

" Ma, Asthma please don't be like this." I cried while hugging my mother.

" Well, if you want Asma to remarry with Syafrie. Asthma will follow. For mama's sake, nothing else." I said sobbing. Suddenly the shadow of Mas Haris' face flashed through my memory. I'm sorry, Mas. I said in my heart. My chest is sasak and numb. Her pain is unbearable.

"After the Ashar prayer, your qabul ijab will be performed! " Kak Mansyah's voice made me close my eyes, pain. Yes

God, is that fast? I'm so sad. Why can't anyone understand me. Only Haris can. I miss Mas Haris. Mom, I think I want to meet you..!

" Deck, what do you think? " ask Brother Mansyah.

" Loh, isn't everything you've planned. Our neighbors already know all and have all gathered. Just do whatever you want, brother! " i said on my sobs getting louder. I feel trapped by my own family.

My sleeves were wet because I used them to wipe my tears. "Already, deck. Don't cry anymore. We are doing all this for your happiness" said Kak Mansyah.

" Whose happiness do you mean? The happiness of Syafrie and her child, as well as your happiness. Not happiness. All of your plans are no good to me. Why would you do this to me? " my words are full of emotion.

" But the deck, believe me. We're doing this for your own good, deck. On the...! "

" Already. I beg you, leave me alone. I need time to digest this crazy idea of yours! " i said while crying tears.

Mama and my sisters, they all came out of Kak Mansyah's workroom. Before leaving me, Mama and sister Mansyah thanked me and apologized many times. Even mama had dipped my head shoots before going out to meet the guests, while brother Mansyah just patted my shoulder and then passed away.

My body lost its spirit. My eyes stared at their departure. Their treatment of me was painful. Who should I blame. Is it Syafrie who is the source of my misfortune, or my unfortunate fate.

What was my fault with Syafrie in the past. Why should I bear all this. Why should I sacrifice again in this relationship. What fate is playing with my fate?

How will I explain to Mas Haris. What should I tell him, later? Thinking about all this my chest feels tight.

" Ashma, are you okay? " ask the man I hate the most who is now in front of me. Standing in the doorway.

" you reckon? " quote without bothering to look at him.

" I know it's hard for you, but...."

" Came out..!! " hardikku.

" Astma, we can cancel this wedding if you mind. "

" I never said I was willing, so it's clear I objected. " I purposely showed her my tears, so that she would know that I never accepted her.

" Why say willing to Kak Mansyah? " ask Syafrie with irritated eyes.

" You know my reasons! " answer me

" I don't know! " status.

Apparently Syafrie wants to play with my emotions. " You and your spoiled, whiny son, what else..? " my answer is full of ridicule.

" what?? "

" Alahhh, don't pretend to be deaf, you're Syafrie! " snuffled.

" Why don't you try it? "

" Tried what? Living together with a traitor and a child of betrayal? Sorry, I can't! " my sneer while staring out the window, from behind the curtain of white curtains.

" Astma, watch what you say! " I feel dejavu. That sentence I once heard. I stared intently at Syafrie who was also looking at me with an angry look.

" What? you want to hit me, right..! " i thrust my right and left cheeks at him.

" Aghhhh!! he punched the wall behind my face with his right hand and his left hand clutching the back of my head. His eyes stared intently into my eyes. In that position he brought his face closer to mine until our noses touched.

At first I was surprised by his anger, but it was only for a moment. Next, I smiled mockingly at him.

" Heh, look. Besides you are also good at cheating, it also turns out to be angry. Ckckck, what a bad example for your son..! " I shook my head until our noses rubbed.

Syafrie stared fixedly by hugging my waist. " If you're so unwilling to get back together with me. I will cancel our qabul ijab. But after this don't insult my son anymore" she told me afterwards taking off her arms by pushing my body back.

After that the door to the room opened again. Not Mama or brother Mansyah who came back, not Syafrie who came out. But the boy the son of Syafrie who ran and hit my waist, without my permission.

At first I hesitated to touch it. But the sobs that sounded softly from behind my waist, inevitably forced me to touch and stroke his head to calm down.

" Aunty, said my parents, aunty will be my mother, right? " he asked still in a position to hide behind my waist. I'm silent, noiseless. Don't know what to say.

" Thank you, auntie. Fadil is very happy. Fadil and dad will look after and protect auntie forever..! Thank you again for being the mother of Fadil. " He looked up at me. I could see the shape of an eye similar to that of Syafrie. The little boy whose face was similar to Syafrie said a promise.

I smiled faintly at the boy while presenting the man standing before me with a sharp and murderous look at him. Oh, my God, what else is this.