RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 32

I'm choked. " That's not true...! " answer.

" What's not true, Asthma. Her boyfriend is already the wife and mother of someone else" she said flatly. No more mocking tone, no demeaning impression. But why in my ears and heart is like a slap. My face is pias. The anger that had been slightly extinguished, now rumbled back in my chest.

" Don't be impudent, Syafrie..! I loved and was about to marry Mas Haris. "I snapped at him while pointing at his face angrily. I'm an ungodly wife, unaware that a grave sin is the law if it points at the face of the husband.

" Brazed how? Want to get married how? You are, you are married! You're my wife? You can't marry him. Since the ijab qabul that I said a few days ago, you are no longer her lover but my wife. Forget him, Asthma. I'm not afraid you're thinking of other men. You've had enough of me all this time! Not anymore and not again! "Syafrie grasped my index finger fixed in front of her and kissed her. I knew what he was doing was to dampen the emotions I had seen in his eyes.

There was heat running when the man who was my husband's status dyed him so deeply. His expression was flat. Not lured by words - I said that ignited jealousy. It is precisely I who realized from reality and felt pain when he finished speaking.

I love Mas Haris so much and hate Syafrie. Even though she helped my mom.

It's just, there's a little worry in me. Afraid of the fact that between hate and love only a little. For whatever sake, I was so afraid that the hatred that flourished in my heart was all pseudo, that the truth was that my great love for her had not died.

" let go! I flicked while trying to pull my hand.

" Let it be like this, Asthma. Just give your husband a little. "

" As long as you know, I'm actually planning a divorce from you after being married for a few months. "

I thought about this a few days ago. My intention to marry Mas Haris is unobstructed. I will remain married to Mas Haris with or without the blessing of my mother or other brothers.

I was still trying to let go of Syafrie's grasp when her voice came back. " You are my god." Syafrie then linked her fingers between my palms. " Having all the places in my heart. Never been moved by anyone else. Don't intend to stay away from me again. It hurt me so much "he said grudgingly with the look of an injured eye. He patted her on the chest to convince me.

Huh...! If only my sin had not been as high as the Himalayas, I would have cut his face. I am so tired of hearing his words.

" Huh, how's Marina doing? " She had amnesia. Has he forgotten who has replaced me in his heart.

So just to remind her, I had to ask her about the woman. Nonsense with his expression of love just now. In the past, I loved him so much, but with so much heart, he tore and spilled vinegar on my wounds.

The man in front of me took my fingers off his hands. " He's healthy. Soon his third child will be born." Eyes sparkling. " You will also be with me waiting for him."

Whats? What did he say?

Third kid?

Whose third child?

Was the third child of him and the woman, that is?

Astaghfirullah ...

I swear to death, I was shocked. I swerved with my mouth open. I almost squealed if I wasn't quick - I shut my mouth. Reflex, I pushed Syafrie away from me.

Congratulations, Asthma. You just became an actor in the Syafrie and Marina household. You are now the actor for the actor who took your husband first.

I want to scream. " God, what fate is this? "

...----...

This is the third day, Syafrie and I are at Mamak's house. And for three days I also silenced Syafrie.

Today, the old Father and Mamak Suha invited us all to travel to Kemala Island. The small island located in the heart of Tenggarong City is a tourist spot that is visited by tourists both locally and abroad because of its beauty and uniqueness.

And during that impromptu tour my lips were locked. I'm just talking to my mom or my old man or my other brother. But with Syafrie? Ih, amit - amit, yes.

Then our journey continues. This time it is Jantur Inai Waterfall. I really like this Waterfall. Waterfall is quite high, around the rocks rock and verdant forest. What a beautiful sight and soothing to the eyes.

Today we decided to go home after a week we spent in the district called Purai Ngariman.

Since then I have finished packing, just waiting for Syafrie who has not finished cleaning up.

" A ready? " Syafrie emerged from behind the bathroom door. Whistling - little whistles he approached the glass cabinet where there were our clothes arranged by the old man's housekeeper on the orders of the mother.

" Pack your clothes before you go out of the bathroom!" I sniffed at him. He just shrugged his shoulders without any intention of answering my words.

" Syafrie, I remind you next time before you go out, put your clothes on first! " I reminded the man. I must affirm this considering the perverted female demon inside me is still not satisfied with teasing.

Imagine, for three days I slept in one room with Syafrie. And for three days I dreamed of something that was not with him. And every morning I encounter traces of that erotic dream.

" Why, does my body affect you ? " the man asked without bothering to look at me. She was drying her hair with a small towel.

" Come, ngarep.? It's unclean..! " I'm upset. I'm sorry, even though it seems manly, but his body is not my type at all. I prefer Mas Haris body, although not as famous as Syafrie, but clean and looks well maintained. And I like it better.

For me, office men are more attractive than men who struggle with the oil and toolbox of heavy equipment.

He looked at me. Long enough, then a sneering smile. He didn't respond to my words. I swear to death, I hate seeing that smile. I'm getting cocky and disgusted after knowing my new status. I turned out to be his second wife. All my life, I never imagined it would be honey to the woman who once ruined my household.

" Brazed, demon, .. just die you, Syafrie! " I couldn't bear it, I threw a bottle of hand and body lotion at him and hit his head. My breath was stinged because of the sudden rising emotions. How not, insolently, he took off the towel wrapped around his waist right in front of me, until his banana-like ambon parts seemed to hang sweetly.

" Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Asma." she rubbed her head which I had just crushed.

" Therefore, do not be impudent. Pake manners.! " my sewot snickered at him as he passed by leaving him. He laughed loudly alone. I chose to stay away from that perverted man. For me, being close to Syafrie is not the right choice.

After we finished breakfast and talked for a while, we said goodbye. My tears and mamak accompanied my farewell drama and mamak this morning. I was sad because I didn't know when I would see him again. Remembering after this, I'll ask for a divorce from Syafrie. And for that, obviously I don't have the guts to face my old father.

After saying goodbye, Syafrie fled the car at medium speed. I deliberately drank antimo, so as not to get drunk on the way. All I wanted was for me to sleep the whole way through, because I was upset with Syafrie.

I was annoyed at her for thinking about my status as Syafrie's second wife. How stupid of me..! Because of the temptation to take revenge, my brain cannot think clearly. I might not have thought that far. I don't think that Syafrie and the marina can't be separated, considering how she used to defend that woman so much and chose to sacrifice me and our household.

And all those thoughts still stuck with my heart, putting me to sleep throughout this journey.

My body was shaken as the car carrying us shook violently as it passed through the broken road. I realized the effects of drunken medicine. Scroll my watch at a glance, eleven o'clock at night. There's one more turn and we'll get to Mama's house.

Then when the car that Syafrie was driving entered the courtyard of the mother's house. My breath feels tight. My heart stopped beating. I want time to stop turning around. No.. I'm not ready. Pias.

My hands were shaking when I opened the door. Like I'm losing energy. Why the door won't open.

" Why? ... Here I help? " Syafrie leaned her body to help me.

I can no longer say just to refuse. So I let Syafrie help me.

With heavy steps I tried to drag my feet closer to the porch of my mother's house. Syafrie walked in the back.

Then.....

That voice I miss very much.

" Assalamu'alaikum, my Goddess. I miss." He stepped up to welcome me.

" B..Haris Mas? "