RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 22

Ten years ago

" Asthma, if you have a favorite object, do you want to share it with others? " Syafrie asked me shortly after we had the apostle's circumcision together. His breath was still hunting.

" As long as she doesn't ask my husband, I might give it to her" I replied, pulling a blanket over my chest that wasn't covered by a sheet of cloth.

" Serious brother, Asthma. Don't tease your brother anymore" said Syafrie as my hand rubbed against his chest.

" Hmm, Asthma is serious too. If it's just something she asks for, Asthma will love, bang! " I'm back to pat her chest. This time with a disjointed motion.

Syafrie growled because my activities got her on again, whereas she has not yet gotten a satisfactory answer from me.

" Ashma, brother asked, you give the right answer, dong! "

I then got up from sleep and sat leaning on the head of the bed. Still with the position of the body in a nude state, I pulled his head into my lap and began to massage his head to feel relaxed.

" Sister, honestly Asma doesn't like my brother's questions." I snorted in annoyance.

" 'Just 'Anda', Asthma! " he said quickly.

"If only, the stuff you had once belonged to someone else. And one day the man came and asked him to come back. Are you going to hand it over or choose to share it with him?" syafrie asked with a serious mimic.

" I have no other valuables, other than my brother, "I replied quietly with a sigh. To be honest, I don't like Syafrie's current direction.

" Reply, Asthma! pinta Syafrie was half urgent.

" Kok maksa's brother, anyway. What you want to ask, you already know, I have nothing valuable but my brother. Would you like me to share? Or how about you just answer..!" I asked Syafrie.

Now replace him who snorted. "The man asked back."

Silent, Syafrie let out a long sigh. His gaze glared far away, like something was troubling his mind. I don't know what's on his mind.

...----...

My gestational age has entered the seventh month. At Syafrie's wish, I took refuge in my mother's house, because she was afraid, if at any time I wanted to give birth, while at home there was no one when she worked.

Actually, my in-laws also told me to give birth at her house. However, I prefer to prepare for the birth of my son in the mother's house only. The reason besides this being my mother's first grandchild, mama also didn't want me to trouble my in-laws. And thank God, Syafrie seems to agree - just agree with this idea.

" Sma.!"

" Hmm, ..what?"

" My friend wants to get married..! "

" Sustains...? What problem? " I approached and sat down next to him. My lentic fingers stroked and rubbed his head. His eyes are illegible.

" Complicated..! " He took a long breath. Many times he took a breath, as if - there would be a heavy burden propping up in his heart.

" Complicated? Marriage is complicated. Or is there no money for marriage? " I asked. What else is complicated about marriage problems besides the issue of funds.

Syafrie snorted in annoyance. " Hear first, Asthma. I'm not done talking. Don't play cut, aja! "

I'm silent. Listen to Syafrie.

" My friend is married. His wife is pregnant with their first child. However, before he got married, my friend had someone who could be said to be very special. They even studied at the same campus while still in college. It's just a different major." Syafrie's distant eyes glanced to a time. " Until a cause, they finally agreed to end the relationship" he said bitterly. I heard the story, so I got carried away.

The momentary silent atmosphere. Syafrie continues the story. " Time passes so quickly. Old stories change with new stories. And so did that brother's friend. He then meets another girl and falls in love. The brother's friend really loved the girl until she later married him. She made him the only woman in her life. My brother's friend was very happy. He thought his life was almost perfect. Beautiful wives, steady and established jobs, and the two of them were also looking forward to the presence of their new family members. However, apparently the brother's friend's past is back. Bringing the filth of the sins they once committed. Isn't that ironic? " he said bitterly.

" And now he will marry his past while his wife is pregnant with their child." I cut off Syafrie's words with pain in my chest. I imagined how much pain his friend Syafrie's wife was experiencing.

" But he had a reason, Asthma.! "

" Halah, whatever the reason, he still hurt his wife" I answered tightly. I don't know, I was suddenly carried away by emotions when I heard Syafrie as if defending his friend. My mind is traveling everywhere. I'm trying to pass on the names of Syafrie's friends. However, none of me have found a name that deserves to be entered as a candidate.

While I was busy thinking and guessing, my husband looked even more agitated and grim.

" No, don't think about it, you don't know." That heavy hand was already wrapped around my waist.

I snorted annoyedly at Syafrie's friend. It feels like starting tonight, I declare myself as his enemy.

The mood was silent again. " Astma, you're right. The brother's friend marries his past to take responsibility for covering up the sins of his past." The man who made me infatuated with me stood up, leaving me to take his cigarette.

Really, although I am not the wife of her friend Syafrie, but the pain and pain in the corner of my heart is very felt. I cursed my friend Syafrie to die and rot in hell.

Syafrie returned to lay her body on top of my lap. While smoking he continued his story. He said how stressed his friend was thinking about his wife and the steps he had to take. He could not choose because both of them needed him.

Syafrie's friend's reunion has apparently rewound the wheels of the past. Moreover, it turned out that his friend Syafrie had scratched the stain on the woman. According to his friend Syafrie, this is not about love, but more demanding towards responsibility for past sins that will affect a person in the future.

" Astma, do you think, there are no wives who want to be combined? " ask Syafrie.

" Hmm, much, bang. One of them might be the brother's friend's wife. But for Asthma, rather than dying slowly from enduring the pain of sharing, it is better to die now by parting ways. That's better. It's night, bang. Let's sleep! " i answered, cut off the conversation. The longer I grow mad at that friend of Syafrie.

Syafrie's face stiffened when she heard my last words. For a moment he could not speak. Before he finally got up and patted the bed next to him. " Sleep here, Asthma! " said. I followed and lay down next to him. In my heart I pray, that the wife of Syafrie friend is given fortitude and also breadth in accepting all the trials of life that he experienced.

...-----...

Two months have passed since that night's conversation. I never heard from Syafrie's friend again. Syafrie is not home at the moment. He was sent by the company to take part in heavy equipment training held by the company. His work as a heavy equipment mechanic made him often get skill training both individuals and groups.

Today, it has been a week since Syafrie's departure. There is no communication between us. Miss me, don't ask me again. It feels unbearable. It's popping into my chest.

" Asthma..! " Saniah my friend came to me with a stingy breath - a sting and a red face. I was squatting picking vegetables in the garden behind my mom's house.

His steps were wide and full of pressure. Every stomp of his feet was like wanting to trample something furiously. I felt sorry to see the grass he was walking on.

His breath rose and fell as he arrived before me. I glanced at him at a glance, without intending to question him. I'm sure his arrival this time as usual, would like to confide in his girlfriend named Rusman.

" Asthma! " God. Nih, the child from earlier called - calling only. He had no other job, I thought annoyed.

" Call Syafrie, ask where she is now? " he said with eyes filled with anger.

I am confused by his words. "For what? I asked with a face that did not understand. " You know, I don't have a phone. And anyway, Syafrie works. Which is a bother, again."

Why the hell with that girl. Is he mad at me and Syafrie, because yesterday we were mocking him out when he confided about his girlfriend Rusman.

" Pake my hape, aja! " He's thrusting his old hape. I was confused by Saniah's behavior.

" What's up, this shit. You scared me, this." I said to Saniah.

Saniah threw her gaze away from me while wiping away the tears that fell in the corner of her eyes.

" Come with me! " He pulled my hand to get up and followed. I also had to obey and put my feet in his footsteps.

" Where are we going, Ni? " I asked because I didn't understand where Saniah was taking me.

" Come along, or you want your child in the womb not to have Joseph.!! kata - snapped Saniah with a loud and loud voice because it was right in front of my face.

My knee suddenly went limp. Not because of the shock of the clash of Saniah, but because of the others...