RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 37

I can finally open my eyes again. It's a lot easier than this morning.

The first thing I caught was the smell of onions - the puffs coming out of the stir-fry dishes coming from the kitchen to my room. My nose kempis enjoy the aroma of cuisine that is really appetizing. I feel hungry. My stomach is rumbling for stuffing. oh.. yes, as I recall, when was the last time I ate?

I forced myself to get up to wake up from sleep. With my head still heavy, I sat on the edge of the bed. Trying to gather all my energy I dragged my feet out of the room.

There was no one in the living room. A joking laugh could be heard from the front page. A fool with a prestige that I've held sky-high. I need to fill my stomach, because I'm hungry. I finally set foot into the kitchen.

I don't know what makes my body go weak. All the bones in my body feel like crumbs. Several times I had to hold on to the wall of the house in order to hold my body in order to get to the kitchen.

" Hey, you're up. "someone reprimands. Sliding plastic chairs nearby. Shorten the distance between us, then stand near me.

" Hungry. "

" In fact, you don't have to bother leaving the room. You just tell us. " I don't know whether he's sincere or made up. But his voice sounded soft and I really didn't care.

I pulled my feet forward and, "I have legs to walk over here. "

The man sitting in front of me seemed stunned for a moment. Then after that he smiled and unfortunately his smile was charming. " Okay, then, come here, I'll get you. " He touched my finger, pulled my hand, and led me to sit on a plastic mat.

" In addition to God having given me a pair of legs to walk on, He has also given me a pair of hands. So you already know for sure if I don't need your help at all." I brushed that hand aside.

Again, the man was silent. This time I no longer get his smile, but look at the nelangsa who lives from his face.

" I thought Fadil would be able to melt the poles you built for us, but in fact I was too hopeful.. "

Who, Fadil? Oh, your son? " I said to Syafrie. There was a heart-wrenching chant as I said it. Forgive me, Fadil. I'm bathin.

" Asthma, why is your heart so hard? Fadil is our son, your son "he said half in despair.

" I never felt like I had a child. Except last night, when you said something that you and my family had been hiding from me all along. Something is missing.." Don't doubt if I'm the younger brother of Brother Mansyah. Our mouths are the same - just as poisonous and highly venomous if they slap people's hearts.

" Let's just because of the fact that I heard one night, you asked me to acknowledge your son as my son. Sorry, I can't. All I knew until yesterday I set foot into this house my status was childless widow. So it's kind of funny, if I just got married a few days ago, I already have a child who is ten years old." I said.

" Asmawati Syafrie, that's your name! Many more bow themselves to the very Creator, my dear wife. I'm afraid God has no reason to forgive you anymore "the man's jaw tightened.

" Asmawati Basrie, that's my name." I deliberately put emphasis on each letter - the letters so that he can understand correctly. But damn, the dizziness in my head suddenly whack. Though I was ready to spill the wrath that was stirring in my chest because of Brother Mansyah to Syafrie.

" Where, Asthma. I must find a hammer to break the stone in your heart. Whereabouts? " I could see the great annoyance on his face. As much as she tried to hold back her emotions.

"Unfortunately, for you, nothing! "

His hands were clenched and his face hardened. Muffle the heart not to hit the kitchen buffer house pole. My hunger is gone, replaced by joy at seeing his emotions in plain sight.

" Why are you so hard, Asma, to forget my mistakes?..... I hate your hard heart like this. I hate your stubborn nature now. "

" And just so you know. I hate you more Syafrie Mahmud Alamsyah." My eyes lifted up challenging his gaze.

The head of the man with the status of my husband shook slowly, then smiled bitterly.

" If only I could get rid of this, Asthma. Then you don't have to beg me not to look me in plain sight... " The man's eyes looked at me deeply and I would rather throw my face out the window creaking - squeaking in the wind.

" Do you know? I really hate you. You left me without being willing to hear my explanation first. It was a very chest-stifling thing, Asthma." back Syafrie put the word together.

" My heart is like yours, it's bleeding if it's hurt. Getting your treatment for me, going away for so long and not intending to return, hurt my pride as a man and as a husband. "

Whahuh? That was he talking? Oh Allah... For years, he never looked at himself. I was amazed and amazed, really.

" Hey, Dude. You realize you said that?" I mixed with astonished looks.

" I'm not done yet, Asthma. Don't cut my words.! " his eyes warn me. Back I threw my face at the expanse of rice fields that stretched out out there. Don't forget to take a deep breath with me.

" Himself doing what should be our duty, touching something in my chest. Then the same question always turns - swivel in my head. Why did my wife leave? Why is he so hearty? Why won't he listen to me, to be patient and wait for my explanation? Am I willing to forgive him? How long do I wait? Ten years, Asthma. Ten years of that question has always haunted my life. "he paused for a moment to catch his breath. " I imagine for a moment, being me. Taking care of Fadil alone, I bathed him, accompanied him to sleep, wiped his tears, calmed him when he woke up at night due to bad dreams. Take him to school, treat his injuries, these two hands, Asthma, these two hands do it. " He put both his hands in front of me. I could see the shivering at the end of both eyes.

" Do you know who is the saddest of all, Asthma? I couldn't answer her question about the figure of a mother who was never by her side." I regretted my eyes that were not on my side, how dare he shed tears without my permission.

Syafrie stepped one step before me as her eyes caught the clear melt flowing down my cheeks. Maybe he intended to remove it but I actually retreated dragging my weak legs and away. Seeing that, Syafrie stopped approaching. We just kept quiet, trapped in silence.

" But for the sake of my son's breath, I would do it." His words broke the silence. The rhythm is still the same, bitter.

" A few minutes after you stood at the door last week, my heart still refused to forgive you. And the more I can't accept that I'm watching with my eyes that you look healthy and beautiful. While I....? Silly enough, I almost died of longing for waiting for you to return. " He laughed but sounded bitter.

Just like most women in

this world, I could not help but, must have been filled with sweet words full of admiration and adoration that Syafrie had thrown at me. However, at the end of his sentence, I went back to thinking, is he really that much missed me?

Where is Marina, his wife? Shouldn't he feel that feeling for me. Shouldn't he be able to take it and get it from his other wife who heard he was pregnant with a third child?

Oh, my God, if Fadil is my son. Then, that means that the Syafrie now has two children from Marina? No, didn't he say that the woman was pregnant at this time?

Allahuakbar, I really want to give him a round of applause. Perfect for his life. Thirty-five years old, he has five children with two wives. In the end, the idea - the idea was to have a lot of children, achieved already, ckckck.

" For God's sake, I'm happy you're finally back with us. I understand, Asma, in my head I'm the most talented liar in the world. However, you should know, Asma, I keep sad when knowing your return was not for me and Fadil, but to start a new life with another man. I can no longer pretend. I'm angry, I'm upset, I'm disappointed. And damn your eyes are too honest to say that I'm not there anymore."

Good thing, he finally realized that I had kicked him far away from my heart and my life. I wonder if I ask, how does it feel? like a lime wound, poignant right?

Maybe he forgot that he used to do the same thing to me. People are wrong and forget. I don't feel surprised.

" But, Asthma. Out of all the mountains of hate, my love is so much bigger. My pain, my pain, my nelangs, lost by longing. I. I still miss you. "

My forehead wrinkled. Sorry.... What did he say? I looked at him quickly with an incredulous look. Stupidly.

" Once you're not sure you believe it. " He stepped towards the dining room. I didn't pay attention to what he was doing afterwards because I was busy digesting every word he said just now. Suddenly, Syafrie was already in front of me and thrusting food in front of me. Next to her hand pulled me to sit on the mat of Lesehan.

" Eat slowly - slowly. I'm going to pick up Fadil. Tomorrow we'll take her to school together. You want to, right? " He was crouching in front of me. Next to her palm was on my cheek.

Maybe if the one who did this was Mas Haris, I immediately smelled like hot chocolate. But this, Syafrie. So. what else do I display besides the puffed-up and indifferent mimicry.

" Oh yeah, your friend is on his way to Bontang. He said he wanted to buy clothes. So don't be confused looking for it. Eat, I stay first.. " He passed by without waiting for my answer. I was still stunned when the man disappeared into the kitchen and living room door.

Oh, my God, what happened to me. And what happened to Syafrie???