RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 45

The rain outside is still heavy. The sound of rain falling on the roof sounded so loud. Fall with water on the glass window and then touch the floor.

Television sound in the nurse's room is heard even though it has been set with low volume. The smell of drugs is still poking the nose. I reduced the AC level in my room because the air was cold. Occasionally a gurney is heard being pushed through the room.

I was looking at the handsome face of my beloved. A clean white face that was now in a cloudy blanket. I know exactly why that face is now as dark as the sky out there.

Her hair was a bit messy and a little chafed, signifying that the owner had not yet gone home and had a bath. There was a tired and weary look he was trying to hide from me. I feel more guilty.

I've been looking at that face for a while, but it seems the owner of that face didn't notice it. His eyes were busy staring at the television screen that aired comedy shows on television. Sometimes he smiled, other times he sounded a long sigh.

I know, my man is depressed right now. It's just that he was trying to hide his wound by pretending to be tough in front of me.

Why don't you just show me your wounds, Mom. Let me see the blood of my betrayal. Why did she choose to swallow her own disappointment and heartache and still treat me like a queen to be adored and loved.

There were tears in the corner of my eyes. From now on, I struggled to hold back the broken pieces of crystal held in the corner of my eye fertilizer. I was so ashamed of the man who was sitting in front of me.

" Well... " I called him. The man next to me quickly turned his head towards me.

" Why, is anyone sick? "

I shook my head, "Mas Haris, why daydream? "

" Hm, time? I'm watching again, baby." she replied, pointing to the television that was on. On the television screen is now airing a talk show. I'm not really interested in television except for movies. So I decided to go back to the wall. Mas Haris thought that if I was angry, he turned my body gently and pulled my nose. " I'm watching, my Goddess. Not angry" he said. I snorted when I heard his words.

" dude,... "..

" What, are you thirsty? I'm taking it, huh? " sanyanya. He got up to get me some water but my voice stopped him.

" Well... It seems like it is time I explained what has happened in the village." I told Mas Haris. I think there is no point in delaying - procrastinating to talk about this matter because sooner or later, we will arrive at a discussion of this matter. " Don't you want me to explain this? "

The man who owns my heart smiles. " It's okay, I understand. Get well soon, and we'll both leave this place. I'm sick to see you lying helplessly like this." Mas Haris said as he stroked the tip of my head that was no longer covered in hijab. " I'm sorry, forced to look at your hair, because the nurse yesterday was forced to open your headscarf because of the vomit. I've told Eni and Dira to buy you a few pieces of a change of clothes and a hijab, but until now they haven't shown up either. Sorry, yes." said Mas Haris. There was a pain that pierced my heart when I heard him say that. Mas Haris continued to apologize for the small mistake he had made, then how are you doing with me this traitor? How do I apologize to him.

That's not exactly what I expected. I wanted him to berate me and blaspheme me instead of giving me a smile wrapped in a falsehood of grief. I'm more receptive to that.

" Why don't you want to hear my explanation, Mom? " My voice squeaks weakly. " Why, Mas? " There was a bit of bitterness in my tone of question.

" Dear, eat first. A bribe, huh? " said Mas Haris while taking the food plate and thrusting it at me. I know, Mas Haris deliberately switched the conversation so as not to hear my explanation that might make his chest open wide due to my betrayal wound.

"Tell me if Mas Haris is disgusted at me!" My voice trembled with restraining the emotions I had been enduring ever since.

" Asthma, ..not like that. You are sick and your condition is not the right condition to talk about this. Later, yeah. Once you're healthy, you'll take the time to hear your story. " Having already found Mas Haris' kindness to me, made me feel ashamed and completely lost face in front of him. Destroyed is my wish - my wish and hope to be a companion to life Mas Haris.

All this because of Syafrie. Damn you, Syafrie. I looked at the man who was sitting on the sofa. The man was sitting there playing his cell phone. I thought he was back home. What kept him here.

" Don't I want him to be kicked out? "

" Who?" ask Mas Haris. I glanced at Syafrie. Mas Haris let out a heavy sigh.

" Can't, baby." Mas Haris shook his head.

" But, Mas. pliss." I whined. But back Mas Haris shook his head.

" Patience yes, dear." he said to me while holding my hand that was not attached to the infusion "Syafrie is a representative of your family. He was sent by your family to take care of you. I'm going to Melak tonight to take care of the company branch there. This business cannot be delayed. So, I asked him to accompany you here as long as I was gone. Okay - okay with him. Don't throw him out again. She was afraid to be offended " said Mas Haris.

Huh.... Shafrie could be offended? I'm screching. There have been thousands of swear that I made to Syafrie but never once have I seen Syafrie offended.

It's funny, why should I keep Syafrie feeling. If Mas Haris had known what Syafrie had done to me, he might have told me to do good and not to throw him out.

" Don't you finish yesterday, Mom? " I asked Mas Haris because as far as I know the business for the company branch in Melak is done. Did Mas Haris deliberately avoid me? My evil brain guessed - hell .

" Yet it wasn't complete, my goddess. Tomorrow is the determination." Mas Haris replied as he stroked my cheek.

" Isn't there any reason to avoid me? " My evil tongue is starting to come out.

He still looks busy with his phone. As if he didn't care about our affection in front of him. I'm pissed myself off seeing that son of a bitch. I was hoping he'd get sultry looking at us, then go all the way. Wherever it is not in front of me.

Had Mas Haris not been here when the doctor explained my pain, then of course the man will be sprawled by my swearing or I who died because of my shock or shortness of breath because I was nearby. Fortunately there was Mas Haris who was as strong as possible to support me and calm myself who was flurrying and wanted to hit Syafrie at that time.

I am used to being a sword-mouthed woman when in front of the Syafrie and transformed into a sweet-mouthed woman in the presence of Mas Haris. It's been my usual practice all this time.

That is why, during my time in front of Mas Haris I tried to die - dying to refrain from berating Syafrie in order to maintain the image of a good woman - both sweet-mouthed in front of my man. I thought it didn't exist and acted as if I didn't see it and acknowledge its existence here with us.

However, when Mas Haris went to the bathroom, I was really shocked. The man without a shadow immediately attacked me.

" Your attitude is too sweet and exaggerated - overdone. Impressed made - make. I'm afraid you're having a heart attack when you know what's going on." whispered sharply into my ear.

" So, trouble for you? " mute me with a mocking expression.

" The mother of my children is the best at drama." I growled furiously until I wanted to throw the salad plate in my hand into the man's face.

" Say if you're jealous of our affection. If you can't stand it, let you go. You know, right ?The way out of here? "

" Hahaha, where might I go. I want to watch Korean drama soap operas. It's more exciting, baby." said Syafrie, grinning triumphantly.

" .Goddamn bum.... Damn you Syafrie! " i can't stand it anymore not to curse.

" Stts.. keep your voice down, Asthma. You do not want, right, your image as a sweet-mouthed lover to be damaged because Mas Harismu caught you saying - harsh words to me. " Look.Mansyah's best friend always had a way to shut my mouth in front of her.

" My dear wife, her mother my children, do not get used to cursing in front of our children. Do not teach our child who is still in the form of a fetus to curse his father. After all, why can't you assuage your anger? It's cold out there, you know. "

Just now I wanted to answer Syafrie's words, the creaking of the bathroom door was heard by me. I had to swallow back the oath I had just made to the man. I have to keep my image in front of Mas Haris. Watch out for you, Syafrie.

Mas Haris must not have known that I was holding hot lava churning in my chest. If I were to be honest, I'd be itching to slash Syafrie with the sharpness of my tongue sword and cut off his neck veins so that he can no longer wart.

" Mas, .. please just throw him out." I told Syafrie, as the man was getting ready - ready to go.

" Can't. He stays here to keep you company." Mas Haris said indisputably.

" Gold, he could not be replaced by Eni and Dira only. I'm not comfortable with him. "my whine is spoiled for Mas Haris.

" Can't, Asthma. I need Eni and Dira's energy. Anyway, my decision is inviolable. Pliss, Asthma. This time you'll follow my words, yes."

" Dad, come on. I don't calm down when there's him."

Mas Haris looked at me and once again sighed. There were silent strokes and sadness caught in the radiance of his eyes. The look in those eyes seemed to slap me. Something is implied there. And it makes me feel uncomfortable and pounding.

I choked to realize the lousy acting of my half-dead man was holding a wound in his eye. He thought I didn't see the splash of blood from the obvious wound he was trying to hide from me in his eyes.

My poor priest. If I hadn't let him into my life, it probably wouldn't have been the end of it.

" He's a far more reliable Syafrie has reason to treat you like a queen the same way I do. Even his existence is far more entitled than mine."

I fell silent to digest the words - said Mas Haris. My chest feels like it's been hit by a hammer. Does Mas Haris know? No. He must not know other than I alone have the right to tell him.

" I want to know, what's in here, Mas. Everything is taken care of, continue why again now must involve him. He's just a lifeless statue that's depleting the oxygen supply in this room. Just make me breathless." I hate Fadil's father who looks still fun playing with his phone.

" Jeez, Istighfar, Asma... "

" I don't like seeing that guy here, Mas. I hate every time I see it.. Pliss, Mom. Please, just this time." I'm still whining to Mas Haris. For some reason, each of my eyes looked at Syafrie's eyes, his smile like mocking me and making fun of me. Every time he looked at me with a smile full of ridicule and a triumphant grin, it really made my head dizzy from withstanding emotions.

" Asthma, please. It's not good to hear Syafrie." said Mas Haris as he looked towards Syafrie.

Perhaps Syafrie felt that if she was noticed, she raised her face and asked Mas Haris with her forehead gesture.

Mas Haris shook his head and invited the man back to his preoccupation with playing mobile phones. Huh. really sucks. Fucking syafrie. ..