RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 20

I cried with my head covered in pillows, my chest claustrophobic by the fact that soon, my life expectancy for a match with Mas Haris would be wiped out.

" Mama's old, the deck.His wish is not grandiose, he just wants to see us regroup like we used to. You certainly do not want to be in the rest of your life filled with lamentation and sadness, right! " said Brother Darre as he flicked away the pillow I was wearing to cover my crying face.

Brother Darre is sitting next to me. " Mama may not have said much to you, but you know, the deck. In each prostration does not forget the chanting of his prayers for you no matter where you are, happiness and safety for you. Without him saying, from the look in his eyes alone we all know that he is happy with your return. Then, do you have the heart to exterminate that happy twinkle from his eyes? "

I was speechless by the words that came out of Darre's mouth. Is she happy with my return?

" But my sister, I hate Syafrie so much." I said.

" He changed a lot, deck. Time has grown someone, hasn't it? " I shrugged my shoulders uninterested. "Fadil's presence makes a turning point for Syafrie. Once - a time you have to see the closeness of father and son, deck. They're so sweet."

I snorted hearing Brother Darre praise the two who always made my chest tight. So disgusting.

Brother Darre fixed the position of her hijab. I was still silent, reluctant to respond to Brother Darre's remarks

"What do you think of Syafrie?" tanyakanya.

" Diseasing.! " answer me origin.

" That's not what I meant, deck. And please, stop adding disgusting words to her. He is not a slithering animal. .! " Sister Darre scolded me when I said the word "disgusting' to Syafrie. I threw away a fed up face.

" Dek, you know? Previously Syafrie with Marina. Don't you wonder, where is the woman now and why are we all asking you to refer back to Syafrie? " ask Brother Darre.

I'm slicking my shoulders. Males really feel looking for traces of the existence of people who have destroyed my life first.

" Would I know of his whereabouts and know your reasons, I could be free to leave here?" I smiled wryly. That woman ruined my marriage. Hearing someone say his name alone was enough to make me feel like I was doused in ice water.

" That's not what you mean, brother, deck. I'm sorry if the words you said made you hurt again. " Sister Darre grabbed my finger and grabbed it.

" Can we stop talking about Syafrie, his son, and his wife. I did not return to this village to hear of their misfortune. There is something else that I am here for. But all that doesn't matter anymore. Because whatever it is that concerns my happiness, it's not your top priority anymore" I said feeling sorry for myself.

" You're wrong, deck. It is precisely what we do all for your good."

" What you are doing is not good for me. "my jolt was upset.

" You just haven't said much.. ! " sister Darre tightened his hand.

" If you only want to seduce me, then can you leave me alone? " I nodded my head that felt dizzy.

" Deck..! "

" Leave me alone, brother! " pintu memelas.

" Alright, sorry, brother can't help you, deck!" Brother Darre stroked my head before passing out of the room.

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Since then I have also contacted his phone but it has been more he hours, I see whatsapp is not also active. Dozens of calls and chats, all unresponsive. Where's Mas Haris. If after receiving my call, Mas Haris has left here, since then his nose sticks nongol here. What happened to Mas Haris. Even I had also contacted my office friends to ask news about Mas Haris, but their answers made my heart upset and asked questions. They said that Mas Haris had been out since two in the afternoon. Where is Mas Haris...?

Azan magrib is finished. Die me..! Syafrie is right. I created a hell that I made myself.

" Are you ready, Asthma? " ask the woman in a milk brown robe to open the door and walk over. No. I'm not ready. I want to cry again.

" Here, brother help dance, yes! " i shook my head. No, I don't want to be touched by anyone. I'm still waiting and hoping that Mas Haris will come and save me.

" Come, Asthma. Soon they will be home from the mosque. Have you prayed ? " I'm back to shaking. In fact, I still feel reluctant to move. " Yes, you pray first, deck. Let brother come back here again."

The atmosphere is back. When I set foot to take my wudu to the bathroom, I saw that none of the mothers who were busy cooking food. They were all praying Maghrib in the living room.

There's no one here. It crossed my mind to run away from my mother's house. I had no choice but to run away. My family has all agreed to marry me to that man. Then don't blame me if I do this.

Urung to take ablution, I returned to the room immediately and packed all my clothes, but a voice made my heart scatter.

" Grand..!" I look nervous. " Yes.. God, is that really you Asthma brother? " he was happy as he hit my body. " Astma, here you know your sister's wife. " She dragged a woman and a child back to me. " This is my sister's wife, Yeni and our son Yessi" she said without giving me a chance to speak.

" Yeni, this is the youngest brother you ever told me about. The old ones go wandering and don't come home! " the blinking insinuates me. The woman named Yeni smiled kindly at me.

" Brother Adit" cried detained.

" Yep.. Who else? Deck, wherever you go. Brother misses you so much "he said gladly.

" Bang, magriban used to be in time..! " remember Adit's sister's wife to him.

" Eh, yes. Deck, you've magriban, not yet..? Toggle there, deck. Magrib prayer with brother! " I nodded weakly. Failed my plan to escape.

Why does God not grant my wish. My request to the owner of this destiny is only for Mas Haris to appear before me.

But until the men came home from the surau, Mas Haris did not appear to reveal the trunk of his nose.

Qabul will soon begin. Brother Darre who came to the room I was in while I was here, came to tell me.

I also finished dressing. Not a fancy dress like when Syafrie married the woman. Just a thin makeup sweep that I don't know how many times I've erased, which was applied by Kak Darre on my face. My tears have not stopped coming out. There is only me here accompanied by Brother Darre and brother Adit's wife.

While out there, the male guests are having a chat with each other. Sometimes I hear the sound of brother Mansyah laughing out loud. Damn it, my brother has framed his own sister with a forced marriage.

" Asthma, are you nervous? " ask brother Adit's wife. What question is that. Compared to being nervous, I am more likely to be angry. I was angry with my whole family. Compared to the voice of Syafrie and the traitorous child, my voice was worth nothing.

My neck was dying as if it were being slaughtered, when I heard the voice of Syafrie greeting the ruler in front of him. " I accepted his marriage and married him with the dowry mentioned above. And I'm happy with that. May Allah grant the grace. " Syafrie's loud voice was heard piercing my ears to the heart. Throw down my whole body. I was drowning as lifeless.

It was my hope to be with the shady-eyed man who was my dream day and night.

Where did Mas Haris go. That man I was hoping would come to save my life, never showed up on his nose. How about my fate?