RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 48

Thank you I told the owner of this fetus in my stomach. Because, as soon as he finished he said, pairs of eyes looked at me. I'm 'pregnant' and he's my future husband. Where's Syafrie's brain? Awesome

I was like a withered flower before it developed. Take the ration first, just bought. Roughly, pregnant first said people today. Fucking Syafrie.

" Craving? " Marina's ex-husband asked me without worrying about the look of horror and insulting people to me.

The fetus in my stomach was also acting up. Huh, the more there is a father, the more he acts.

" Gold, his pregnant wife-to-be was told to lie down so as not to be nauseous. Oil of eucalyptus oil if available.

A hijab-wearing woman gave advice while insinuating to make my ears like burning coals.

Instead of being offended, Syafrie thanked the hijab woman.

" Why say thank you, anyway? " tanyaku growled.

" He gives a solution. "Syafrie replied lightly.

" He insinuated you. You should be angry. "

" Why should you, angry? "

" Astaghfirullah's..... " I think my head is getting dizzy.

" Dek, an angry man, his heart is narrow. "defa Kak Lela.

" But that is tantamount to insinuating me. "my jolt is getting irritated.

" Why feel insinuated, deck. Kan, indeed you are pregnant again, deck." said Lela again. O God, I can't think of the way Fadil's brother and father thought. I hate it when I see Brother Lela shrugging her shoulders as if she doesn't care and Syafrie's faint smile.

Yes, God, I can't take it anymore. " Please enjoy the food, I'm full." I said as I walked out of the restaurant. I couldn't stay in a room where the smell made my stomach grow nauseous.

Rinai rained on the back of my hand as I cupped my hand over my head. I looked up at the sky. Very dark. Looks like it's gonna rain soon.

" Asthma, don't be childish." Someone's voice behind me. Apparently Syafrie followed behind.

" I, childish? " my lips.

" Yes, you left your food."

" Someone is insulting me and you think food can easily get into my esophagus, do you? "

" He didn't insult you, Asthma."

" He insulted me! Well, if you don't care if he laughs at me, then I'm fine. But I still have my pride."

" Allahu akbar." cried Syafrie frustrated. She grabbed her hair. " Why can something so small make you bleed, anyway? " said Syafrie who could not hide her irritation.

" Oh, I told you that you don't care about me, it doesn't matter. Why do you keep chasing me all? "

" O Allah, O Lord.... " Syafrie does not stop mentioning. He was getting frustrated as he held his forehead. " Okay, what do you want? "

Syafrie never understood how women felt and understood what I wanted. It was very different with Mas Haris. I became unconscious, rethinking my man and comparing him to Syafrie.

" Get in there, and you got mad, could you?" Syafrie asked what I wanted, so I told her what I wanted.

" Seriously you want it that way? " tanyanya was upset.

" Yes, what do you want? " excited challenge.

" Already, don't need to be tackled. The effect of hormones on pregnant women. Easily angry and easily offended. Don't know what asthma wants. " Sister Lela came over and defended the Syafrie.

" She, come in. Eat your food and leave the asthma alone. He needs to calm his heart" said Adit, who came and dragged Fadil's father away from me.

My gaze fell to the end of the splash of water that fell dripping down. Mas Haris' shadow came to me. Why does it feel like missing someone.

" Your head needs surgery to get out the stone in your head" Mas Haris once said that to me. I just smiled at her words.

Mas Haris pulled the tip of my hijab so that my hijab sagged a little forward.

" Well, if the end of my hair is visible, you will be responsible in hell" I said while repairing my hijab.

" Sorry. Mrs Haris "said as she chuckled my nose. " It looks like it's a code so I can quickly do your halalin." I pout and stick my tongue out at him.

" Ashma, the beautiful goddess Mas. Your behavior makes you more anxious. But beware, don't try - try to act like it when faced with someone else."

" What, why? Like me, "I said as I walked away from Mas Haris. Anxiously the shady-eyed man chased and embraced my shoulder into his embrace.

I smiled as I remembered that piece of memory. There was no clear ripple reappearing in the corner of my eye. Only then did I realize, there was something about that man that made my race for him so strong. Mas Haris was able to build the mood in my heart to be different. He can see what others are unable to see in me. He can feel my feelings. Only he can understand my soul.

The sky rumbled and after that ripples of water fell down on each other vying down from the sky. The sound of a geledek that once rang seemed to grab the ear to reach my chest. As if my chest was being squeezed by an invisible hand and sipping flowers - the love interest for Mas Haris that was getting smaller and smaller, shrinking and then disappearing.

Didn't he realize how bright this heart was. She sowed these seeds of love into my chest and then went with all the flowers. All that remains is the sadness and antipathy that thrives with my grudges.

I stretched out my hand against the rainwater that fell on the gazebo of the terrace of this restaurant. I complained bitterly. Where is he who was always there in my run. I was always used to the gentle pats on the shoulders and the sweet smile that accompanied when I was tired and fell down. The clear ripples in the corner of my eyes were increasingly flowing along with the rain that fell more and more.

I took the phone out of my pocket and typed something there into someone's number.

" You know how hard it feels to miss someone. Do you know how I'm here? "

Message sent. Tick one....

" Don't you miss me a little? " Pity me. "

The message was sent back. Tick one..

"It takes effort to love you and now I also need effort to forget you. "

Still tick one....

" *I miss you"

" I miss*.. "

Tick one.

How sad. I begged for love for that man. I hope that man will forgive me and accept my love back. If Mas Haris loves me, of course he does not mind the child in my womb. But, that man preferred to let go of me, under the pretext that Syafrie was the one who was more entitled to me.

Who does he think he is. Why doesn't everyone ask me about my choices. Why doesn't anyone want to know what I want?

I smiled wryly. Today I feel the return of a broken heart. I was heartbroken many times by the same man, Mas Haris.

My love ran aground. Mas Haris dumped me. Never mind replying to me, maybe soon the man will block my number because it is disturbed.

I know I was wrong. I cheated him with love betrayal. Married to Syafrie while we already made a commitment to build a household together.

However, why is this sadistic she replying to me? I've apologized to him many times. I begged for love for him. But, still, he didn't budge to give me a chance. He has completely forgotten me.

I was shameless about begging for love with that man. Me and the status of the child in my stomach. My betrayal. I deserve to get her love back.

I'm really sad. Feeling very meaningless. Like a hump that misses the moon. That month Mas Haris. Which now, let alone return my love, just look at it maybe he does not want anymore.

Realizing this fact it feels like I want to take poison. I don't feel like I want to live anymore. The taste in my heart can no longer be described. Why didn't God just take my life.....