RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 47

If you think about it again, I am greedy. When I fell and fell, Mas Haris helped me, took care of, and healed my wounds. But what I do cannot be said to be good. I, with my arrogance, have become a traitor to his love.

So right now, the only thing he asks for, which is to forget it is something I inevitably have to fulfill in return for my love and how to make amends for what I have done.

I agree, even though it means that I'm back in the endless abyss of destitution.

It's okay, anyway I've felt worse than this. But look, I'm still fine. I can still breathe despite being stupefied. I can still stand though staggered. And for sure, I can still avenge myself. Well. to whom else if not to the fucking Syafrie. Because he's been the source of my dreams all along. He who returns destroys the very dream of my love. For Syafrie, the blanket of hell I'll give him.

" You tired? " Syafrie's voice asked me. I kept quiet and didn't answer. " If you're tired, we can rest for a while, how? " he said something that I didn't understand at all. I still speak a thousand languages. To me, I feel like I'm dying and living unwillingly. So to say a word, I can't take it anymore.

Lela touched my shoulder and asked. " You sick? " I'm shaking. " Hungry? " I'm back to shaking. Lazy to answer. " We'll take a break, Dad. Wanna magriban and dinner. "

They ask a lot of things that are not really important. They asked me everything that made me feel comfortable. But I don't like it. I really don't like them treating me that way. They act like they care about me. But in reality, they have knocked me out. I already know how the real masks are all of them. So being nice to me won't make me forget my hatred for them for everything they've done to me.

After all, I am still grieving the fate of my career which has now been destroyed. The fate of my run-down love journey. Do they not feel sorry for me so they can give me a little space to think clearly. They were blind with the wounds of my heart open wide again. I can't stop thinking what's on their minds. Why do they all have to me?

Sunday, after the assar, we all left my rented place in Samarinda. There was a tightness squeezing in my chest as I looked at my rented house which was now getting further away. There is a sense of unwillingness when the shadow is no longer visible. Like the shadow of Mas Haris who is getting farther away. Memories are like waving goodbye. Goodbye to Haris. Goodbye to my career. Actually, I also want to say, goodbye Asthma. Die ... return in the mud of grief with the memories of Mas Haris and the heartache that Syafrie just recreated.

I smiled and realized that everything was over. Instead of crying over all my sadness, I smiled - my own smile remembered all my grief.

It's getting dark. The lights in the houses along the street were already on. Lush rubber trees lined up as if dancing - nari with the night wind that blows accompany the speed of the vehicle that Syafrie drives. Every now and then, the smell of rubber and coal burning from the rain permeated my sense of smell. Makes my stomach grow nauseous.

The breeze of the night brought back my memories of Mas Haris, the man with the shady eyes. Back tightness hit my chest. A speck of crystal clear escaped my eyes. One... one. keep flowing. Unknowingly, I sobbed.

Honestly, I miss Mas Haris. I miss everything from that guy. His smile, his gaze, his laughter, his speech. Yep.

God, I can't fool myself, I miss that guy.

It turns out that forgetting it is very difficult. I was unable to cast the shadow of Mas Haris' face from my memory.

"Asma, is anyone sick? " mas Adit's wife touched my shoulder, again. I'm getting sobbing.

The speed of the car slowly decreased and then stopped. The two men in front hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door and asked me.

" why? Hey, where's that sick? tell me. Don't just shut up. " It's Syafrie. He tried to lift my face from the back of the chair where I hid my face. " Asthma, don't be like this, you're scaring me."

I hate hearing Syafrie. But somehow this time it sounded persuasive making me even sadder. It may also be due to the baby. Syafrie pulled me into her arms. Damn it. Why does his chest feel so comfortable. Yep.. Lord. Is that as desperate as I am? To the extent that my enemy's chest feels so comfortable.

" Deck, tell me what's sick. We're all in the rubber forest. Don't worry" said Adit.

I sniffle. Why do I feel everyone is now paying attention to me. Makes my melancholic side touched. I'm keeping a sobbing.

" Is your stomach cramping, deck? " ask Adit again.

" Sister, Asma should not be asked continuously, later she will be more sad" said Sister Adit. Great. Adit's sister's wife is much more sensitive than others. The more they pay attention to me, the more my side shows up.

" She's crying, so. Who wouldn't worry, try." Adit's voice was a bit high.

" His brother continues. It's just so sad, so more sad. "

" Yes, deck. Crying suddenly in the middle of the gini forest, who knows if he was possessed. Amit-amit, yes. "

" So you can be quiet, no. If you can't shut up, take your brother. Let me help Syafrie to calm Asthma" said sister Adit gemes. Well, why this husband and wife so quarrel.

Syafrie rubbed my back slowly. She likened her height to mine so that I could comfortably lean against her chest.

" Why, is there anyone else sick? " back Fadil's father asked softly.

I shook my head slowly.

" Why then, cry? "

" I miss Mas Haris."

Mas Adit's wife's hand movement stopped. There was a sound from Syafrie. His breath was drawn with weight. Adit memggerutu. They were all frustrated to hear my answer.

The silence came to us all. No one's making a sound. They patiently waited until my condition calmed down a little.

The distinctive smell of burning rubber smelled hard on my nose. Tonight, the weather is pretty good. The sky is bright and the moon is bright. So that the light becomes a fairly helpful illumination in the middle - the dark rubber forest that stretches in front of us.

" Hm, still want to cry? " I'm still silent. But he stopped crying. " Ok, continue..! "

What the hell, Syafrie. " Basically crazy! " I pushed her body away from me. Buru - rush me to wipe the rest of the tears that are still stuck in the corner of my eyes.

" Deck, it's not good to curse at a husband like that." a reprimand floated in my ear. This time it was Lela's voice.

" Not so, deck. But it is true, the sin of the law if you curse your husband "said Kak Lela.

"I'm sad right now. Can't you let me for a moment to mourn my fate. Can it? "

" Of course not, deck. My job as a brother is to remind his sister if she's guilty. We, your brothers, are all obliged to rebuke you if you're wrong, deck. "

" After all, the person you cry for is the one whose mere presence gives color to your life. You shouldn't cry over his departure like this. Besides being inappropriate, it's also a sin, deck."

" Sister, I weep for my misfortune." I replied in self-defense.

" Nah, I can talk as it turns out. Kirain was kesambet, because the use nangis kecer - kejer all. " Sister Adit is joking or insinuating, huh?

Brother Mansyah's brother did not respond to our chatter, his gaze instead focused on my stomach which was behind my dress, making me a little uncomfortable.

" What? "

" Huh, yeah."

" What did you see? "

" That...! " he pointed to where his son was.

" Yes, what's wrong with my stomach" I asked the owner of the lentic eye.

He tried to caress my flat stomach.

" Keep your hands from my belly" I said to Syafrie.

" Sorry! " back Fadil's father said sorry. I'm really sick of it.

Syafrie walked forward and spoke to Adit's sister slowly. I don't know what they're talking about.

I looked around this place. The feathers goosebumps looking at the deep darkness that is around this place.

Suddenly Syafrie came back to me. His hand crept under my groin, making me squeamish in shock. " Huh, what do you want? " my jolt as she brushed her hand rough.

" You move forward, exchange with Brother Adit." he said.

" No. "I replied firmly.

" I'm sorry, Asthma. It's not that we conspired, but I did have a pegel holding Sifa. Let brother Adit sit in the back, let someone take our son. "

I glanced at the toddler on Adit's lap. Alright....

" I can walk on my own. I still have legs. " Let's knock him. Just reason to help, just say lust.

" God, do you have to wait for your leg to break, and I just carry it? "

Gosh... mama's daughter-in-law, really tested patience.

Syafrie fled the vehicle. May want to pursue prayer time and also rest. Not long after, we finally found a restaurant.

In the sky, the cloud had started to show itself to parade the rain. Syafrie parked the car and we all went down to rest while riding the prayer.

This restaurant is located in a strategic place. In front of him there is a gas station, so a lot of cars that come to stop while refueling.

I heard the mainstay menu in this place is fried duck. Not yet what, my stomach already feels nauseous.

" Hoek...! "

A few pairs of eyes immediately turned their eyes to me.

" I'm sorry, brother, my sister-in-law is four months pregnant.So she was drunk. Please continue eating" said Kak Adit's wife.

" I'm sorry, because he was beautiful. "the man who was in the front row of the bench was like representing the others to speak to me. The others just looked at me.

" Thank you. I'm her future husband."

Gee whiz... Syafrie... Where's the brain. ?

Just contact with the pair - pairs of eyes staring at me, making me become uncomfortable. Basic Syafrie.....