RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 28

Eleven hours have passed, the journey to Tenggarong. At first I thought we would stop in Samarinda to rest. But apparently I fell asleep while passing through the Kunjang River and woke up when the trip had entered Jongon area.

Along the way from Suka Rahmat village to the Upper Land it feels full of boredom. My only entertainment was the tree-tree range along the way, as well as the views of the rolling hills, as well as the houses of the residents lined up along the way.

I'd rather just shut up and get swept up in my own thoughts than have to talk to this annoying guy next to me. Sometimes I play my hobby just to see - see my social media friends' posts or read novels in online novel apps. The rest is boring.

Even during the break for dinner at Tenggarong, I also chose to be silent. Sometimes I catch Syafrie who is silent watching me. However, I remained indifferent to it.

Sometimes I curse Syafrie as "brainless", when the driven car goes through a broken and broken road, and he drives it like the guy who just got SIM A. All through, let the road be broken, he still drove his vehicle without reducing speed.

I cursed in my heart. Look, if I get drunk, then let him clean it up. Who told you to bring a car does not use a brain.

Then, here I am now. I sat in the car alone while waiting for Syafrie who booked a room in an inn.

" Said Kak Mansyah, we should sleep in the hotel alone, because Kak Agus' house must be full of relatives who come. You want to, right? " he asked doubtfully.

" Hm. "I replied with a kiss. I'm actually lazy to exchange words with him.

" It's late, and this is the only inn still open. The problem is, there is only one bedroom left. I doubt if you would share a bedroom with me? " still with a doubtful expression Syafrie said to me.

I'm the unlucky one or Syafrie the one who's always been lucky.

I was silent about my misfortune.

" So how? " tanyanya's back.

" What? " manywhat upset me.

" The room is one. So no, rent the room? "

" Yes, how else?"

" So you want to? "

" Hm. "again, I just muttered as I answered Syafrie's question.

" Ok, a minute. I checked in first." There was a happy twinkle in his eye. He then passed by while smiling.

After almost ten minutes of waiting, the man wearing a white shirt stellan combined with a jacket and Denim trousers walked over.

" Come! " he said, opening the car door. I got out of the car with a slightly staggered body. Understandably being in the car for a long time makes my waist like it would break.

" You walk first. This is our room key.Oh yes, our room number 2 is upstairs. I want to get our things out" Syafrie said as she opened the trunk of the car and pulled my backpack and small suitcase out of the trunk.

The atmosphere was late at night until it was difficult to see - look at the location around the inn.What I caught through my sense of sight was just a large mosque just located next to the inn.

I walked down the hallway in the inn and up the stairs to the second floor. It is not difficult to find the room we will occupy because it is located number two from the end of the stairs.

I stood in front of the door waiting for the man to come. I took out my phone and opened Whatsapp to check the incoming messages.

But I was disappointed again. There was no message from Mas Haris for me. Upset I immediately typed a chat on his number. " Assalamualaikum Mas, why don't you call me. I forgot, huh? " i accidentally put a sad emoticon at the end of my chat, then sent it. I can't wait to get a quick reply from Mas Haris.

Thank God he called right away. I was so sorry to hear his voice.

Ting..! the notification sounds that the message has been sent, but when I see it, it still ticks two. Hape mas Haris is inactive.

I stomped my feet in annoyance. What really happened to Mas Haris.

" Let's go in. I will order food for us after putting this down. "said Syafrie who appeared suddenly and quite surprised me.

Fadil's father then opened the bedroom door and put our luggage in the corner of the room close to the bed. " Hungry? "

I nodded in response to the man's question. Although actually I was very tired and hungry but my stubborn and high ego brushed all that away. " The more help you give the more difficult it is for me to pay it later in life. "the more my mouth blurted out words that I was sure made the man shake his head in annoyance.

" Why else, anyway? Oh... is your boyfriend... uh wrong.. Your affair did not call? " sinned.

" Don't be impudent, Syafrie! " i said angry. I'm sure he said that because he had peeked at my message.

" That's it. I'm cape. Later we fight again "he said as he passed from before me. " On the table is water, if you can't wait! " Then he passed dragging a step leaving me who still had time to throw a pillow at him and only hit his back.

After being convinced that Fadil's father had not shown up there again, I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up. My body felt sticky after a day of struggling with street dust and the heat of the day. Even though people say bathing that night is not good for health, but this time I do not care. Than I can't sleep because of rage. Anyway, I'm confident of being close to Fadil's dad if I don't shower.

Isn't it clear my purpose. I would have charmed the man with my near-perfect beauty from the sculpture God created on my face, and then kicked him to my mercy.

I understand, my plan is crazy. I planned a revenge for Syafrie. I'll do the same thing he did to an innocent country girl who was so infatuated and adored a traitor like her.

Let's just say we're even.

I don't care what my brothers say. They must have thought that I was a cruel woman. It's like Medusa. Beautiful woman yet cruel and cunning heart. But it seems my brother prefers to call me "Durhaka Woman".

Sometimes that word bothers me. I really did something bad to my husband. However, if I do mischief to my husband, then what is the name of Syafrie's treatment to me ten years ago.

Syafrie has not returned from buying rice, but my stomach is sore and painful because it has not been filled. I took a bottle of mineral water lying on the table and drank it to nothing.

Feel it. Let Syafrie know. I finished the drinking water. Who told him to go long. Hopefully when he comes back I have the energy to curse that mother-in-law's daughter-in-law for going too long and letting me starve.

Tired of waiting, I chose to lay down on the bed and play cell phone. I don't know how much time has passed, but my eyes feel heavy and can no longer be compromised when I hear Syafrie back and the sound of the door creaking in the push.

Next came the approaching footsteps, then the sound of the door being closed, the sound of the crackle bag being opened and the sound of Syafrie eating. Then the door was opened and soon the door was shut again. But strangely, my eyes could not open.

It was quiet for a long time, then my nose smelled the smell of the hotel bath soap and someone came closer to me. Then the bed next to me moved a sign someone was lying next to me.

Syafrie beside me. I'm sure it is. But why is my eye so hard to open.

" I know, ....it's wrong." I felt Syafrie's fingers caressing my cheeks and then rubbing both my eyebrows.

" I'm sorry for marking you. " I heard Syafrie's voice in my ears before I was completely swept up in a dream.