RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 29

I gasped to wake up when I heard the ringtone from the cell phone I accidentally installed to wake me up to morning prayers.

Snapping I grabbed a rectangular flat object lying on the table beside the bed.

My hape screen shows a picture of me smiling sweetly against the background of Mas Haris who was like he was about to kiss my cheek. I love the picture that was accidentally taken during a family gathering in my office. I'm the one who if it's about to take a selfie don't know if Mas Haris is behind. When the camera snapped a sprightly picture of Mas Haris nimbrung next to me by singing his lips. As a result.the picture looks like Mas Haris is about to kiss me and I am smiling happily.

Instead of deleting it, I put it as Wallpaper on my phone and it seems that Mas Haris doesn't mind either. Even the same photo he made as well as in the wallpaper on his mobile phone he.

I smiled looking at the photo. My longing for that man seems to be deep. Even just by looking at a picture of his face on my phone wallpaper, my cheeks warmed up.

I became reminded of all forms of attention - the little attention Mas Haris gave me. Little things that look trivial, but that is precisely what is able to melt the ice in my heart. Honestly, right now I hope he replies to the chat I sent or maybe calls me.

My eyes swept over the ceiling above me. I immediately realized something was different. This is not the ceiling of the room in the house. ....

My gaze swept through the entire room of this room. My eyes suddenly fell on the man I wanted to get rid of the most in the world, curled up right under the bed .

I almost screamed loudly, but I stopped when I found out who that man was. I remember now, last night we were both forced to sleep in this inn because of the night. And this is the only inn still open.

My face felt like it was doused in cold water, my reflexes checked all parts of my body. I looked back at the man down there. Thank God I am still fully dressed.

Scroll again the man down there who was curled up in a sponge mat. I grinned when I saw him still wearing that shirt yesterday. You slob!" i'm swearing.

Hmm, okay. I'm still fully dressed, that guy too. I'm upstairs and he's downstairs. We slept in different places, even though we were in the same room. So, I concluded that nothing happened between us.

I breathed a sigh of relief. There was a horrifying feeling in my heart, when I imagined my dream last night. The dream felt so real.

" Aau!" I immediately slammed into the other side of the mattress when I heard Syafrie's screams that filled the entire room.

I peeked under the covers as I saw Syafrie standing staggered with sharp eyes.

I cursed in my heart. This is all due to the pain under the abdomen that I felt when I woke up from my sleep, making me slightly staggered when I woke up and consequently accidentally stepped on Syafrie's foot.

" Don't hide. I know, you stepped on me, just now. "

I opened the blanket up to her chest and tilted my head staring sinisterly at her.

" What? Want to kiss? "

" Ih, shit...! " i said while shivering.

" But, you used to, like! "

I just grunted hearing his chatter. Males with Syafrie. I don't want my mood for my old Mama's show to be lost so that later I can only look sour all day.

" You want to pray, Asthma? " sayfrie asked when she saw me taking my face from the bag.

" Hum..!" I don't intend to answer the question. My hand picked up the toiletries from inside my backpack, grabbed the towel provided by the inn, then sauntered into the bathroom.

" Asthma, that's. hmm. anu. "he said confused and misbehaved while rubbing the back of his neck.

" What..? " i looked towards the man I hated so much. " Well, by the way, that's clear. Don't talk about people who have lost a coin! " sewotku to Syafrie.

" No, anu... if you want to take a shower, do not forget to take a mandatory bath, yes! " he said that made me groan next to my eyebrows because I did not understand what Syafrie was talking about.

What does Syafrie mean? My eyes were sharp looking at Syafrie who was now no longer rubbing the back of her neck, but now scratching - scratching her head that did not itch.

" What do you mean, Syafrie? " my eyes squinted trying to hold the emotion that is now in fashion back in the chest.

" Ehmm.

" Basic crazy.. "

" Asthma, that's rude..! "

" I'm serious, Asthma. You have to take a bath, because .. Last night I heard you say someone's name with passion.. " He finally said awkwardly too.

" Maybe you dream of doing something because I hear you sigh like we used to... " I don't want to hear Syafrie's words anymore. So without speaking again, I immediately stepped foot into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I locked the door tight. My body fell to the floor. My face feels hot from the infinite shame on the Shafri.

I took a deep breath, trying to recall my dream last night. Surprisingly, there was nothing about Mas Haris there. Damn, it was the man who had just smeared my face with a half-dead shame that was in the memories.

" Could it be that his name is what I call him? " I remember - I remember my dreams. One rough swearing escaped my lips. I think I just want to die.

How could I have had an erotic dream with my nemesis who even mentioned his name I felt disgusted.

Gee whiz..... Oh, my God, how could I dream of that with him. I wanted to smash my head into this bathroom wall so I could have amnesia. That way I don't have to remember that fucking dream anymore. I don't think I have any more face to face with Syafrie, the unlucky bearer.

And again, apparently the bad luck seems to still be happy to be near me. When I dropped my robe, I found a sticky white liquid there with a distinctive aroma that even though I had not seen for a long time, but I still smelled a lot. My heart is beating fast, is it possible...?

I swore harshly in my heart. I had to urge Mas Haris to quickly propose to me. Because I was worried, long untouched, the perverted female demon inside me was already thirsty for belain.

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My arrival was greeted by sobs by my family. My old mother was not even stopping - she stopped hugging me while crying and rubbing my head affectionately.

Since seeing my arrival with Syafrie, Mamak Suha who was sitting on the stage immediately stood up, scattering and hugging me tightly.

And here I am now. Mamak Suha, my old mother immediately dragged me into her house next to the bridal tent and locked me in the room next to the bridal room. Especially if not interrogate me about my departure which ten years disappeared without ever giving any news.

I also told Mother Suha how my life journey. Starting from my departure left the village of Suka Rahmat until now in a period of ten years.

During the story, the mamak unceasingly stroked and stroked my head which was now lying on his lap.

" Astma, you've been anywhere, all this time. We're looking for you even up to Balikpapan to Sangatta. You're so good at hiding that we can't find any trace of you." I curled up on his lap with his hands that did not stop stroking my head.

Mamak Suha really loves me. He treated our mother's children like his own. I know he's very worried about me. If only the attention and affection of my mother and brother could be like the affection that Mamak Suha gave, maybe at this time I am not too inflamed to see the two creatures in my house. The father and son, ruthlessly burned down all the love of my mother and family. I grimaced to realize how much Syafrie's son had snatched away all of my mama's affection for me. She was as greedy as her mother.

" I'm sorry Asma never told you, mom.. "

" It should have been when you got hurt, you could have come here. There will be us here. We're your family, too, son. You left, then disappeared. How guilty your parents are as the sister of your mother and om Basri as your father's sister. We all feel useless protecting you. We are all entrusted with the trust to look after you after your father's departure.. "

" sorry. "that's the only word that comes out of your mouth.

" Oh, you have come back. Don't go - go again.. "

I nodded in silence. Too much crying makes my head woozy. Not to mention the pain under my stomach that may be due to my period will soon arrive.

My old mama's soft caresses in my head awakened me. Belain my old mama was so reassuring. I remembered my mother's caress, until I almost closed my eyes, when the door was opened and my old man was standing at the door.

Instantly Mamak Suha stopped her movement caressing me. I also woke up immediately. My old father's eyes hit me straight into my heart.

" Leave us both, I want to talk to him.. " The old man is the one we fear the most after my father. He was the one whose words were illegal for us to refute. More than Kak Mansyah, this man even looked at him I did not dare.

With her standing there, it means the hammer of judgment on me who was convicted is definitely going to be heard. So be ready - be ready to accept all decisions.

" What's up, came here? " tanyanya started a conversation.

" Return in the car, sir. " The man took a deep breath. Family tongue. Mr. Tajuddin, my old man was still staring intently at me who could now only bow without being able to speak again.

" With your husband? " I closed my eyes. I hate hearing the word 'husband' for the man's call.

" With your husband..? My parents asked again. I had to nod. From the tail of my eyes, I could see a smile engraved on the corner of his lips. Huh. Everyone loves Syafrie. I'm wondering, what pellet she is.

" You're good to your husband. If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't be able to see your mama anymore. "slowly her voice when she spoke, but it could make me feel like I was stung by a million-million-watt electric current. What have I been missing for ten years???