RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 23

The sound of the thump of music from the rented electronic band played in the accompaniment of the flirtatious sound of four songbirds that sauntered off the stage. A festive atmosphere accompanied the wedding that I did not know and did not know who had Hajad.

In the front row, there is a row of Ayu fence consisting of girls and young men who have dressed up beautiful and dashing, ready to receive invited guests.

Many guests were present at the wedding. Understandably, from what I heard, the girl's parents were the village chief. So it is only natural that many guests come to attend the party.

My gaze swept over the biduan who was swaying on the stage. His movements caught my attention. I was blown away, but Saniah firmly pulled my hand and walked towards the stage.

My distance to the stage where the bride and groom are sitting is not too close. However, from where I stood I could clearly see the bridegroom who was smiling widely next to the bride while receiving a greeting from the invited guest.

My mouth is in disbelief. It still crossed my memory to take Syafrie with you before going to training.

" *Remember, keep your content good - well, Asthma! "

" Don't forget to eat and drink her pregnant milk..! "

" Remember, obey and obey your mother and father*.! "

" *don't sleep late! "

" Don't be spoiled by mom and dad! "

" Want by - by what*? "

All of Syafrie's messages still cross my memory. I think he is currently busy with various questions and exercises about various parts of heavy equipment. I think this week he must have been busy with a conversation about a validator that will certainly drain his brain. And I think next week he'll bring me back by - by the one he got from the company.

However, the man who was still smiling sweetly there, was able to numb the chest of an Asthma.

I was stuck unable to make a sound. My neck was hot as if it had been slashed by a sharp sword. Pain and feeling suffocating me.

My body feels lunglai. As if there was no more blood flow in my whole veins. I can no longer breathe well. Had Saniah not restrained my body, I might have collapsed and hit the stage guardrail.

My head feels dizzy. It was as if thousands of needles had been pierced into my brain that I could no longer think. Lord..is this just a dream? Quickly wake me up! I'm not strong, my heart whimpers pain.

" Let's go home! " my spirit drew Saniah's hand.

" Are you stupid! " Saniah jerked roughly my hand with tears already dripping down her face. " Up! and pull it home, Syafrie! " command.

I shook weakly. If this isn't a dream, please take my life. I don't want to live anymore.

I closed my eyes. This must be a dream.it must be a dream....

Someone jerked my hand. Who else if not Saniah.

" When we go home, your son will no longer have a father! " Athaghfirullah's... Saniah's cruel mouth was like a sword piercing my heart.

I curse today. I'll never forget the fucking day of my life. The day I witnessed the betrayal of a Syafrie.

" Asthma, awake! " Saniah snapped at me. I'm gobsmacked. What has happened. I was shaking and my knees were shaking.

Saniah clasped my fingers tightly. " Don't be afraid! Just get up there, and drag your husband home! " Saniah coaxed me while grasping my trembling finger.

I was like being slapped. My consciousness recovered from the daze that had ambushed. Nanar I stared at the direction of the guarantee. My tears are back.

" Crying won't bring your husband back to you..! " her jolt. Oh my God, .. why does it hurt so much.

" It's free for you to cry here! Come on up there, and drag your husband home, or you don't have to be my friend anymore! "

I looked up to hold back my tears that had come back.

" Go there I said, Asthma.! No one saw you here! " Saniah exasperated while kicking the bamboo wall beside her. No one noticed our presence. Woman with negligent dress and hijab. No one cares. They were busy joking around and dancing with the singer who was busy swaying on stage.

" Here, I'm company! " sug Saniah walked over and pulled my hand. I followed him walking up to the stage with a body that was as fragile as jelly.

Eyes rained on both of us. Maybe they think we're both out of our minds. A woman with a shabby skirt and hijab. Another pregnant woman with a frumpy negligee and a shabb. Disdainful looks were clearly visible in their eyes.

But it wasn't the look of disdain for them that made me freeze to death. There, over the cover, Syafrie and her parents managed to spit in my face. Both of Syafrie's parents were smiling kindly welcoming the guests who greeted them to offer their congratulations.

My heart's like it's squeezed.

It's no longer pain I think, but pain and grief. Immeasurable pain, mixed with anger, who race - race in the chest.

Unfortunately, the surprise is not over yet. There, on the next row of benches, sat a person whose face was very familiar to me. Mom and Dad were staring at Syafrie.

The father! Mama.! Astagfirullah... What happened? I took a breath. Oh God, I pray in my heart. Don't let me be weak. Give me the fortitude and strength to face all this, my prayer in heart. Unfortunately, though..! My prayers are not heard. My heart cannot be patient. The humanity in my heart was defeated by the whisper of the devil standing tall evoking the wrathful lust of the air in my heart. The devil on my shoulder cheered happily.

In the next second, I had already darted quickly snatching the knife from the hand of a mother who was cutting the rhombus for soto.

I took the knife out of my mother's hand. Because right now all I need is a knife.

The mother's startled screams invited the attention of the two brides. The faces of the two immediately stiffened. I smiled cynically at the two.

" Happy, Syafrie? "

Just hang. I'll make you just as good as me. I swear I'll color the wedding of Syafrie and that woman with the color of blood...

...----...

Who would have thought, I woke up in a hospital room with an infusion needle stuck in the back of my hand.

The first thing I remembered after coming to my senses from fainting was that I threatened Syafrie and her bride in public with a knife. I'm not messing around, because I can see there's a lot of blood stains on my shirt. I am quite satisfied to present Syafrie a gift that may be very memorable for Syafrie and her bride. In my heart I pray that Syafrie and her bride are in the midst of guilt that drags both of them to rot in hell.Maybe this is not yet comparable to the pain that I experience, but good for today, until my condition recovers.

" I'll be fair to both of you..! "

Bah, what words are they. It's nonsense what he's trying to do. How can he be fair, while right now, my only need is that he doesn't understand. Unnoticed by him. Syafrie has been unfair to me. He has done a dholim with one of us.

I want to curse Syafrie, but I don't have my day. My body can only pass, without being able to move. My pain, brought me to my inner wound that was worse than a knife stab wound.

A few minutes ago, I was just arguing with that traitor. Asking him to disappear from before me. However, it turned out that it was just as difficult as asking her not to marry the woman.

I don't think about all the Syafrie. After the tempest he created on me, he still shamelessly still dared to appear before me. Then feel the cruelty of my mouth that hates.

I forgot, Syafrie is as stubborn as I am. No matter how pointed Darre's tongue was, the man did not flinch.

Syafrie is like that. For about a year I lived with him. I know well who Syafrie is. If he feels right, he will stay. Unfortunately, his stubbornness was currently at the wrong time.

My clashing and exorcism was accompanied by an expression of disdain, making Syafrie finally succumb and let me calm down first. Before it passed leaving me, he gave me a hard-to-digest eye.

I glanced at her shadow that disappeared behind the door of the room I was in. The expression on his face really astonished me. No expression of shame or regret. All I caught from the look in his eyes was anger.

And the funny thing is, his coming was to judge the actions I was doing. Shit, Syafrie.

" Now, please explain to me, Father where now? " I asked my brothers. At first glance, when I still did not open my eyes, I had heard the words 'Father' and also 'lost', from the mouth of Kak Lela.

" Rest, deck. You haven't really recovered! " Sister Mansyah said as she stroked my head.

But my stubbornness still continues. " H Where's father? tell me I'm taking a break. "

Everyone in the room looked at each other. Brother Mansyah looked towards the mother who then nodded as if giving a gesture of approval.

My sister doesn't seem ready to say anything to me. Not to mention he said, tears had already fallen on his cheeks.

" Strust your heart, deck. Father has died. " Sister Darre grasped my hand with tears visible falling in the corner of his eyes.

I'm like the atomic bomb drop. So badly hit me. Next, I was unconscious.