RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 19

The boy then passed away leaving the two of us who then kept each other quiet, no more talking.

" You gave him hope, Asma. "the speech of Syafrie then opened the conversation after the silence was created long between us.

I smiled cynically and half-mocked towards Syafrie. " He's lucky, let's see. I instead gave him hope, then.Trak, broke your son's heart. "my taunting of that traitorous man Syafrie. Syafrie looked me in the eye and walked closer to me. After being close to me, he gripped my arm firmly.

" What! " snaps me while snorting in pain. " Lepasin, you hurt me! " I pulled her hand from my arm in disgust.

" I swear, what you're doing is going to break my son's heart, Asma! " I laughed stifled with twisting eyeballs, bored.

" Just relax kalee, your crybaby son won't be as miserable as I was hurt by you and his mother." My smile was full of ridicule. " Ah, you don't think that I will repay you and that woman through your son. It turns out your mind is very shortsighted, Syafrie..!"

I said as I patted Syafrie on the shoulder and walked away.

I could see the anger in Syafrie's eyes through the glint in her eyes. He knew for sure, I was mocking him. " You--what do you want?"

syafrie asked while pushing my body. " So you want to repay me through my son, huh? " he asked with an angry expression. He nodded - nodding himself. Stupidly he was. he drew his own conclusions about everything. But stupid shit. It might be true, I will take all my revenge through his son with that woman.

Syafrie looked back at me. I challenged his gaze with an eye that was no less sharp. " What? " butku later. Syafrie's hands were clenched, holding back my anger at my attitude. But inversely proportional to my heart that is excited to see the annoyance on his face.

" My offer to you to forget everything and also our past stories seems to be touching your ego, asthma. Well. I accept your challenge... Let's go to the hell you made, together..! " after saying so, Syafrie stepped away from me with the sound of the door thumping because it was slammed by Syafrie. It was funny.he was so angry that I felt I had done nothing wrong to him.

The smell of food poked my nose. The smell makes me feel hungry. But my laziness from being annoyed made me hold back by staying in the room.

I could only endure the pain in my heart because my stomach acid suddenly coughed up. I just remembered from arriving in this village until now, not a single grain of rice entered my stomach. Just a few sips of water.

I went out and walked to my room. Actually I want to step into the kitchen, but when I see many relatives who are nongol, make me stop to go there. My hunger is back.

My eyes were fixed on the boys who were crowded out there playing games. The boy wearing a white T-shirt with the words Holiday caught my attention. His face looked cheerful laughing. When she laughed, she looked more like Syafrie.

But wait, the corner of the lip, it doesn't belong to Syafrie. It's like I've seen that smile on someone, but I don't remember. It belongs to that woman. But I only saw her once, so I don't remember exactly what Syafrie's new wife looked like. But I'm sure the smile must have belonged to his wife, who else if not the mother of the child.

I massaged my chest withstanding the pain that suddenly came. If only my son had been born safely back then, would his face also resemble mine or Syafrie? Or even a combination of me and Syafrie.

It would be a relief, if only I could feel what it was like to play with my son. Surely I wouldn't hate Syafrie as much as I do right now.

" Fake..! " The voice of someone calling the boy who was playing Asinan made him turn his head and stop the game.

I know for sure who the owner of the voice called the boy. Who else if not Syafrie. The boy ran towards Syafrie. The man in koko clothes crouched down equalizing his height with the boy. Syafrie seemed to be saying something and was taken in by the boy. Too bad I can't hear what they're talking about. After that, the two hugged and then left the place.

The look on the boy's face was smiling happily while Syafrie was flat, expressionless.

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My hand shook with the phone button on my phone. I was so nervous when I called Mas Haris. The man who is my future husband.

I feel like I should tell him this. He is the only hope I have of being free from the shackles of the past that I hate.

" Yes, Asthma. We're meeting again, baby. " The voice of Mas Haris greeted me when our phone was connected.

" Can you pick me up later in the afternoon, right? Before magrib, mas. " I hold my voice as much as I can so as not to shake.

" What's up, baby. Have you talked to them. Do they want to accept me? " ask the shady-eyed man.

" Of course, I've talked to them, and they're willing to accept our relationship, ma'am." I can't believe I had to lie to Mas Haris to be free of the past.

" Okay, okay. You wait for me, Asthma. Don't stay away from the phone because I've never been there. " One's voice was heard and seemed to shift Mas Haris' focus on the phone. I don't want to have to end our phone calls. I was upset when I wasn't finished talking. I want to tell the man not to be late. Because he's the only hope I have of being free from Syafrie.

" Astma, you are confident in this decision. If you disagree, you can reject it. You know, brother always supported you. " Darre's voice surprised me. I'm sure he must have heard my conversation with Mas Haris.

" Deck..! " Barre is touching my shoulder again.

" Hmmm..! " i only answered with Deheman. Even though our blood runs the same blood, I'm not sure she'll be able to trust me.

" Related..? " he asked back.

" No, I can't accept any of this. I can't accept them. So can you all let me get out of here.? Let me go back to my place." I cried looking at my reflection in the mirror.

Brother Darre was a little surprised when he saw me like this. He then pulled myself in front of the mirror in front of the closet. "Look at this brother. You're so pretty, deck. Your heart must be beautiful too. Fadil is a little boy who thirsts for his mother's affection. Brother is sure you will be a great mother to Fadil.! The child must have been very happy because he now has a mother. Just this once, deck. Brother please! "

Again, it was Syafrie's son who was the reason my brother begged me. I can't stay locked up in an atmosphere like this any longer.

" Sister, what kind of mama would you think, if I ran away from this place? "

Brother Darre looked at me with sad eyes "Mama is old, deck. He wants to see us all happy."

" But brother, my happiness is no longer with Syafrie. We are just a past that is trapped by someone's misunderstanding. "

" You'll be happy, deck! " Back Darre responded to my words.

I shook my head, giving understanding to Brother Darre. " No shipwreck can sail back, especially if the captain has a different cruise map." I said full of anger and revenge.