RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 38

I chose to sit in the room while looking out the window. Enjoy the expanse of rice fields at the end of which are lined with palm trees and mangroves. In the front yard of my mother's house, many children play salty gala. Once there was a desire to move out of the room and watch the excitement of the children who were playing it. But I broke my intention. The feeling of dizziness in my head was still reluctant to move, until I decided to be in the room.

Syafrie and Fadil arrived two hours later. The sound of children playing on the terrace filled the room into the house. Samar - faintly I heard his voice asking for my whereabouts to Sister Lela.

Previously, Brother Mansyah and Sister Lela had met me in the room. Moreover, what they do besides praise them completely - the exhaustion of their brother-in-law on that one. That's what Mansyah Basis did to me, until I heard it getting fed up. My stomach just feels nauseous.

Another case with sister Lela, my brother who told me about the worries of Mas Haris who was so worried about me when I lay weak could not open my eyes. A happy feeling burst out - a burst in my chest. I think I'm finding more and more reasons why I love that shady-eyed guy so much.

Long enough they both were in my room . They told me that I had a high fever for a day last night. During a fever, my eyes closed but did not stop to shed tears with a mouth that was not constantly delirious. I was wondering why it was so hard to open my eyes this morning. My eyes were so swollen that it was hard to open.

" Mama.". "the little boy ran over with a carefree face hugging me. Behind him stood Syafrie who was looking at me deeply. Surprised me to the point of being stunned, breathing deeply. No. I'm not ready to meet my son.

" Mama is healed..? " his eyes are staring at me.

I looked at the ten-year-old boy who was looking at me with a happy look. There is a question in my heart as to why a ten-year-old boy has a body smaller than his size should be. When I first met, I thought the boy was only about eight years old. Was it because of that, that Syafrie referred to Fadil as a special boy?

" A. I'm fine." My high ego makes me reluctant to call myself what I should be. If there was no father standing there, I would have held him in my arms.

" Mommy has taken medication? I was sad to see my mother lying sick. Forgive Fadil, ma. Fadil can't look after mom because Fadil has to go to school. Actually Fadil does not want to go to school, but om Mansyah forced. Fadil was scared when he got home from school, mom was gone again." There was dew in the corner of his eyes that was unfortunately transmitted to me.

Maybe because he didn't grow up in my upbringing, then there was a sense of awkwardness when dealing with him. Maybe I shouldn't have met him. Because in fact, I'm not ready to go head-to-head with this kid. I should have prepared my heart first before getting used to the presence of the child.

" Mama, Fadil wants a hug. " The boy was ready to hug me. But quickly I shook my head. Not now, if I do that, then my grudge will disappear instantly. And I made Fadil my instrument of revenge.

There was a tightness and pain that struck my chest when I saw the disappointed look from both of his neutrals. Forgive me, Fadil. I could not wait to see those clear eyes that were disappointed by my rejection. " Mama's body is still limp. " comfort me so that she does not feel too disappointed.

He turned and walked away with his head down and disappointed. I stared at his departure with nanar. Pardon mama Fadil....

That's the only word I can say in my heart.

" Is that how you repay me? " I was jolted from the daydream. I found Syafrie standing in front of me.

" If so, what do you want? " i replied arrogantly. Behold, when I have been confronted with Syafrie, my sorrow has vanished like a wind.

" Hm..all right. I didn't do anything. At least talk a little with a special guest that you care about. "

*Cursed is Syafrie

Vimeo*....

The damned Syafrie chopped off my arrogance instantly.

" Take care of yourself and strengthen your heart. Tomorrow after we drive Fadil to school and I'll take you to see Marina. "

Astarghfirullah..... Syafrie can always make me rise in blood.

My face is pale. As much as I could, I pushed the accursed human body out of my room and slammed the door hard.

*Cursed are you Syafrie....

I'm sick of all this.

I have to leave as soon as possible from this place*.

I have to find Mas Haris and immediately take him away from this house. Fuck with blessing. I will marry Mas Haris without the blessing of my mother or my brothers.

I'd rather die than meet my household's destruction medusa.

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You idiot.....! Inexhaustibly I curse and curse myself . How can there be such a small and shallow-brained woman besides me! Well. I'm the one!

The hard-earned plan that Mas Haris and I had put together finally fell apart. The plan was to come to this village to melt the freezing of my relationship with my family. After that I will ask for my blessing to my mother and brothers to marry and live a new life with Mas Haris.

Well..it should be that simple. But look at what this stupid woman did... Everything became messy and uncontrollable, far from the original plan.

What happened was that I had no blessing and was forced to go back to living a household life with the past trapped in a circle of destiny that I did not know existed.

I want to condemn the fate that again plunged me into a forced marriage with Syafrie. It was not happiness that I had but a new incision wound on top of an old incision that was not dry yet.

That afternoon, Syafrie said she would take me to Marina. By God, where's the guy's brain? There really is no conscience. His wife soon struggles between life and death for their future child who is soon born into the world in order to be born safely. Well..he, with his insistence wants to bring us together. How cruel that man was.

After all, that Marina, does she know the status of me who is now her husband's second wife? Is Syafrie not afraid that his first wife will die before giving birth because it is too shocked to know that the husband he once captured is now back to marry me.

Which woman in the world does her husband marry again? Especially when you are pregnant. Perhaps, there are women who have a wide heart that is not brimmed, but I am sure that woman is not Marina. When I saw me present at his wedding, he was pale and jealous, especially if he knew his beloved husband was married again to me, his chest must have been broken by wounds.

Prepare to meet Medusa from East Kutai Land. No. gabe.... Thank ye. At least, I never thought of it. I'm not crazy like Syafrie. He can't do this to me.

I hate him so much, especially with the woman who is his wife. The woman I saw was partly the actor in the household story of my past life.

Although to be honest, there was also a hint of desire in my heart to repay Marina's treatment first. Just a little, so that he knows the pain of tasting the tube of betrayal, when your love, your faithfulness, your soul and body have been given to just one man, then there is a belief that has been stained by the darkness of betrayal.

However, my pride condemns conscience. I can't take that long. I can't let her lose a baby like I've experienced in the past. No, even though he was once a parasite that gnawed at my happiness.

Let others consider me a weak and foolish woman. Enough for me is this game. I gave up, I was tired. As it turns out, replying to Syafrie is not as easy as my shadow. I want to get away from him soon. I want to go back to my hometown and forget everything that happened here.

About Fadil my son, I thought, one day, if he grows up later, surely he would understand, that his parents can not be together because there are wide open wounds.

" Dreaming? " I turned my head and found my man smiling with a shady look and refocused on the steering wheel.

Actually, for these three days, my heart was being overwhelmed by feelings of guilt towards Mas Haris. His presence in this place did not seem to be expected at all. Only Lela's sister looks to treat her like a guest. The others, impressed indifferently, especially Brother Mansyah. My brother was clearly already waving a flag of hostility in his eyes from the first day my man set foot in my mother's house.

" Mum, comfortable ?" I'm turning. My man's pure white cheeks look very tempting to caress.

Astarghfirullah, Asthma. Clocked.... Asthma

He is so handsome today. Wearing a white t-shirt combined with light brown cargo pants, very contrasting with the white skin. In contrast to the blackish-brown Syafrie because it too often burns hot sun in the mine.

" As long as there is, you. " Duh.

" Let's go! " bring me.

" No, before I express my intentions in front of your entire family. "

" I don't think that's a good idea. "

" Is this about your brother? Are you afraid I'm offended? Jesus, Asthma. The father-to-be of your children isn't that weak, ckck. "

I sneered, "Huh, besides mom is still in my sick family home. I don't know when he's coming home. Are you sure, you want to wait? Eventually, Mas. "

" So, what do you think you should do? Oh yeah, is this to the left or right?" Mas Haris asked as we arrived in front of the village gate.

" Left' I replied indifferently.

" It's still far, the beach.? "

" No, walk. "

" When you get in a vehicle? "

" Ten minutes, if good." Fan face doubt - doubtful underestimate. He laughed.

" The problem isn't that, baby. They worry about your situation. You are still weak so, have asked to be invited to the road. If you hadn't begged, I wouldn't have left. But if it's far, we'll just turn it around. I don't want you to be soaked and make you weaker. The beach wind is not good for your health. We're going home, huh? " one hand reaches my cheek gently.

" Ashma apologize, mas. Mas Haris must be cape, huh? "

My priest shook his head.

" When we're tired, we'll just go home."

" She, do you want us to go home? "

" Hmm..."

He turned his head with a frown upon hearing my answer to just deheman alone. " Whisk..? "

I just shut up.

" Seriously you, lash? "

I looked at him for a moment, then shook my head.

" Okay, you're snooping, fix. "the laugh came off.

I threw a glance at the stretch of sand on the beach, lazy to respond to his temptation.

We passed through a winding track with swaths of shrimp rambak and bandeng on the left side. While d the right side of the road that we passed is a stretch of rice fields that have begun to flower. Several birds can be seen flying to the place.

On the other side corner, some little boys running around holding a hood while walking to settle - the sediment. Several times it was seen they caught something with the hood. I don't know what they caught.

" It's another harvest, huh? " pointing Mas Haris to people who look like they are swarming in a pond.

I know, this handsome guy next to me is trying to open up a conversation. As for me, I don't intend to answer. I prefer to look far up to the cliff there. Up there, the acacia tree where Syafrie and I often combine love still stands haughty. There is envy in my heart for him. The acacia tree is still proud and stands firm even though the storm has repeatedly hit. As for my life and Syafrie, once by a storm, our boat sank unsaved.

" Buet a drink first, yes. "

Mas Haris pulled the vehicle over to one of the small stalls at the mouth of the gate leading to the beach. " You want, what? "

" Mineral water only."

" Anything, again? " I shook my head at the sign that I didn't want anything else.

" OK wait a minute. "

While waiting for Mas Haris, my eyeballs explore the expanse of towering coconut trees that shade the homes of the surrounding residents.

I remember a long time ago, during Junior High, Saniah and I spent three nights camping there.

Remembering about Saniah what's up about my friend. For almost eleven years we did not meet. Saniah must have been very angry at me at the time. I went silent leaving the boarding house he rented for me. After..how else. I was afraid that my family or the Syafrie family or maybe even Syafrie, would question him about my whereabouts.

At that time, I lost faith in the people around me. Syafrie and my family just betrayed me, not to rule out the possibility that my best friend will also do so. No one can be trusted except God and myself. So I decided to leave without telling Saniah.

I aimed the camera at the place to make me a memory with Saniah. But in the next shot, the focus of my camera dismissed him an image that instantly destroyed a part of my limb called the heart.

Instead of crying, I laughed out loud. It was even so loud that maybe if Mas Haris was next to me, he would definitely think I was possessed or had gone mad.

" Fuck you, Syafrie..! " my curse on the sidelines - between my laughter containing lara.