RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 43

I don't know for sure what it's called feeling in my heart. Feelings of anger, hate, disappointment, pleasure, joy and happiness, I don't know which one I'm currently feeling.

I should have been happy when Syafrie let go of me. Finally what I want is achieved as well.

But, what do I feel right now?

Rather than the pleasure of being free from the bondage of marriage that ensnared me back with Syafrie, there was a feeling of pain that pierced my heart when I realized that I was no longer lawful to Syafrie.

Not because I still love that guy. It's dead, not that. Because I buried that taste in my heart for a long time. However, the feeling was even more angry at what the man had done to me. Syafrie again dumped me after taking advantage of our two-week marriage.

I haven't forgotten how she hugged and kissed me. Damn me. I feel like a cheap woman who would be loved by that man. And even worst of all, that guy was too cowardly to take me face to face.

My hatred for that man is growing in my heart. How I remember everything he did to me. I feel like my pride is being trampled on, even in dholimi.

Wait for Syafrie. You've hurt me always a woman, a wife and a mother. So, if seeing me happy is the thing that hurts you, then you'll get it.

I just have to say on behavior, then this very second she will make me the happiest woman on earth. And I swear, I will live a happy, very happy life with Mas Haris.

And for Syafrie and my family, I will make sure to invite them on my wedding day as guests of honor. And I'll make sure my dear brother Mansyah becomes my guardian in my marriage.

Let's just say I'm getting the war drums back with Syafrie and my family. Instead of wanting to mend my friendship with my family, I re-ignited the spark of revenge that had been extinguished in my heart.

I will show them that the sad story of Asma and Syafrie is over. All that exists now is a new story of Asma and Haris that ends with a happy ending.

Imagining the evil scenario that I had neatly shaken in my brain made my chest expand with happiness. Syafrie wait for my vengeance.

" Why do I feel like the end of this my God is often daydreaming? " Mas Haris appeared before me to bring a large portion of sea food as I was daydreaming about my revenge on Syafrie and my family.

From yesterday, I kept whining about asking my man to buy me food *sea food.

" Time*? " i'm sorry to hear his comments about me.

" Hm, that's right Asthma. You often daydream and your face is pale. I'm worried if you're sick" said Mas Haris. After that he started eating the food he ordered with you earlier. Sweet sour squid.

" I don't know, Mas." I answered while stirring my food. I don't know.I became tasteless after Mas Haris said about it. Whereas before, I was so eager to invite him to eat at a sea food restaurant that was recommended by Mas Haris yesterday.

" Let's see, even now you're not having a taste for food." I looked down at the sweet-sour plate of crab I ordered.

" What's up, baby? Did I do something wrong in your eyes. If you keep quiet, I keep thinking about it. "he stopped eating his food and now sips the orange ice in front of him.

" There's nothing, Mas." I replied lethargic.

Mas Haris shook his head to see my behavior.

" But I feel like you're hiding something. Is this about me? "

I'm shaking. " Truly, mas. This has nothing to do with the mas. I'm just not feeling well." Indeed, in fact, my head suddenly dizzy when I saw the pile of red creatures that were now lying on the plate in front of me. A single Syafrie email has made my appetite messy for the past two weeks. Now coupled with the crab eating thing that makes me more dizzy.

" Come, Asthma. Eat your. We're tired of coming here, but in fact you didn't eat your food. Who from yesterday whining - whining forced to eat Sea food."

I took a long breath. I admit, sometimes my childish nature dominates this back. I know, Mas Haris is currently busy with audits at other company branch offices, and I sometimes like to casually ask for something that does not make sense and suddenly. And the funny thing is, all of that together with my imposing nature that somehow came out of nowhere.

" Mas Haris, angry? " i looked around the restaurant. There were only a few visitors who were all couples.

" I'm not angry, Asthma. It's just that I think the end of this is your attitude is a bit strange since coming home from the village. What's the matter, Asthma.? It's like you're hiding something. Don't you want to share your story with me? " Mas Haris' body advanced slightly and grabbed my finger that was not holding the spoon.

" Ah, that's just Haris's feeling." I decided to look at him. I know my Priu is trying to figure out what's going on with my change of attitude.

" Silk.. ?"

" Hm, ... "

" Mommy, what's the talk, anyway? " My eyes were slightly closed when I heard the name. I tried to hold back the anger that was now starting to pop into my heart. " What's up with, Syafrie? " i tried to hold the heat on my face.

" The truth is because of Syafrie? " Tanya Mas Haris is getting curious.

Jeez.... What's wrong with this guy in front of me?. I retreated and stood away from being unhappy with Mas Haris' question which seemed to suspect something. Is it because the man asked for my email address.

I became a little annoyed at my mother's favorite daughter-in-law. What is the relationship between him and Mas Haris to dare to ask for my email address? I'm guessing - guessing the extent of the communication relationship between the two. Is it very close?

Anyway what was the purpose of sending me an email. If the goal is to explain the events of ten years ago that have happened, I think it is also useless. After all, I'll finally let him go. Foolish fool, I wonder, he's that old he's still stupid. Just like his son.

Remembering Syafrie, has my hatred back up again. I almost laughed out loud when I remembered how stupid I was that had been moved by the sentences at the beginning - the beginning of the email paragraph. Now, he had just added another list of hatred in my heart for making Mas Haris suspicious because he asked for my email address.

But, all this time Mas Haris knew that Syafrie was my brother. Or don't don't don't let Marina's ex-husband say something to my lover that's like the threat he used to be. Motherfucker..! Shafrie fucker..! If he dares to tell you about our two-week fucking marriage, then I'll make sure that I'll be his life-seeking angel right then and there. I shuddered in anger, until I subconsciously hit the table. Mas Haris was shocked to see me suddenly hitting the table. He looked around and apologized for me. But I don't care anymore. I left with wide strides leaving Mas Haris heading to the restaurant toilet.

Roughly, I washed my face. Hope the cold water can relieve the anger that had heated up in my heart. The mascara I wear is now everywhere. Makes my eyes more like a female ghost actor in a kuntilanak movie. You fucking Syafrie. Everything's messed up because of Syafrie.

I was in the bathroom long enough. In addition to calming my heart, I also repaired my messy makeup. The result, better, than that.

After coming out of the bathroom, I accidentally passed the buffet table and picked up white rice and a small serving of fried shrimp. My eyes are venturing to and fro.

" Take enough, and all you want, let's not waste it. " I

until I was shocked. My brother was standing behind me. " Let's go back to the table. " I didn't answer his words.

" I'm sorry, yes. There's no need to dodge like this if you don't like it." said Mas Haris with a guilty expression. And then after that, a sweet smile. It's sweet if I wasn't prying.

That's what I love about Mas Haris, he never forced me to say what I didn't want to say to him. He always gave me time. And I feel like I'm the luckiest woman ever to be loved by that man. The man I love so much too. I can't imagine if one day Mas Haris stopped loving me.

And amazingly, just with an apology earlier, the emotions that had erupted in the chest, vanished without a trace of silence. In fact, my appetite is back.

Eagerly, I ate the two crabs that were in front of me. It was so delicious that I continued eating it until now only half of the portion was left.

" Eat it slowly, Asthma. Look, his skin is sharp - sharp. Your hands will hurt." Duh, so much attention Mas Haris to me.

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A cloudy atmosphere enveloped the city of Samarinda. In the sky, there were repeated sounds of thunder that boomed as if to measure how much water spillage would be poured into the city nicknamed the city of Tepian.

I looked at the sky which was now black. The cramping in my stomach and the nausea felt really painful for me since a few hours ago made me a little less concerned about this situation.

I grimaced with the pain while holding my stomach that was getting more and more cramped. I don't know how many times I went to the bathroom.

The sweet, sour plate of crab and shrimp I ate was no longer in my stomach. My stomach and butt are equally leaking. I took out everything I ate a few hours ago through these two roads.

My normally sharp mouth curses Syafrie, now viciously spewing out all my entrails without any mercy.

Not to mention the ass that does not want to lose with the mouth. It was as if racing with my mouth working hard to drain my stomach. Makes me really feel tormented by this situation.

After all that suffering, it was still added with a sense of dizziness in my head. The pain in my stomach alone made me prance - prancing like a possessed man. Now it is still coupled with the pain in the head. And the whole thing was the itching I felt all over my body. It felt like my entire body was filled with bamboo miang that made me not constantly scratch.

I glanced at the digital clock located on the table. Smack it. 0030. At this hour did Mas Haris sleep, huh?

I was going to ask the man for help to take me to the hospital. Because honestly, I can't move anymore. I feel like my whole body is limp. My bones are painful and painful.

I remember after eating this afternoon, Mas Haris rushed me home to the boarding house. He said there was a problem he had to solve as soon as possible about opening a new branch office in Loa Janan.

My pain is getting unbearable. Shakingly I grabbed my phone and dialed Mas Haris' number. Not yet finished I answered the greetings from the man, my eyes had changed to pitch black. I don't remember anything else with the phone that is still connected to Mas Haris.