RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 49

Mom's house is getting closer. One more turn of eating we'll be in the mama's yard soon. From inside the car I could see the light of the porch lights that lit the temaran.

At exactly nine p.m., Syafrie stepped on the brakes of the car and parked the vehicle we were riding in right in front of the house.

A woman wearing a maroon-red negligee walked up to Adit's older wife and took over the sleeping toddler in her arms.

Syafrie and Brother Adit are busy dropping off our luggage. Me? I was still in the car, reluctant to go down. My mind is still floating thinking about my fate later. Living in this village as his widow Syafrie. Am I capable?

" Come on down! " Syafrie was standing by the side of the window. I had to put my foot on the ground. " Be careful, slowly - slowly.look - see if you stand up. It was raining, slippery ground. "Want me to carry?" I was silent but glanced towards Syafrie. Flat and expressionless.

What a sweet attitude towards me. It was as if we were a real couple. Did he forget that he was stalking me?

" Are you not ashamed to hold - hold a woman who is not your mahkram? "

The man fell silent. Usually his mouth would instantly snatch at my every word, but for some reason this time he was silent.

He looked at the future mother of his son in.

" You are not my mahkram. To my knowledge, mahram means a woman who is forbidden to marry. Maybe in us, the definition is different, so you mean something else. "

I squinted at the sign of dislike. His hands were raised and from behind the car door and rubbed my wrinkled forehead. " Don't get used to gripping a forehead. It will get old soon." Halah. .. I rolled my eyes bored.

" Soon we become halal again. "

Well,.. Here it is! It's called emotion...

" Do you think I want to?"

" You want to. And it has to be." she said with a friendly smile as she opened the car door for me.

I saw my mom walking towards me. Hah, that son of a bitch Syafrie survived this time. If only there were no mama there, I would have given a slap to Syafrie because of just any mouth he said that never lay down.

Mama's awkward, I.

" Have you eaten? " I nodded. " Fadil is in my mom's room. Sleeping while waiting for you. do you want mama to wake up? " I'm shaking. " No need, mama" I said as I stepped into the house. I was so awkward when I faced my mom.

As I recall, our relationship has not yet recovered. The last time we met Mom, our relationship was still marred with discord. So, right now, I don't know where to start. Instead of welcoming my mother's hand to kiss her, I fell silent and did not speak or act.

":Yes, you must be tired from the long journey. Especially if you are pregnant. I'll meet with Fadil tomorrow. Now rest, son. Before picking you up, your husband cleaned the room you were going to go to" said Mama.

There was a warm feeling in my heart when I heard the call 'Kiddo' coming from the mouth of the woman who had given birth to me. I'm moved. I want to hug the woman if my pride is no higher than my ego.

But... Whatwasthat? Did I not hear wrong? Mama told you that room you were going to occupy? What do you mean me and Dad Fadil? I'm with Fadil? Or I'm with the 'beach' Syafrie.

I felt like I wanted to be uprooted when I realized that I had just named Syafrie's child candidate as 'tadpole'. Maybe if my older brother saw me laughing to myself, he would say I was out of my mind.

I wish I could live in this village. After that, the woman stepped into her room while carrying Adit's older son.

Funny to see my mom treating me like her daughter-in-law.

With me mom feels awkward, while with Syafrie, no. I took a deep breath realizing how much envy was mingled and realized this reality.

My mother's daughter-in-law led me into the room I used to live in. He then turned around again to pick up my things that were still outside. Brother Adit and his wife had already entered the guest room in front of the room.

My eyes looked around the room. Something was different from the contents of this room before. Now in this room there are two beds. There is an extra large bed. The room is now narrow.

" I slept outside tonight. You're okay, right? If you need anything, just wake me up." Syafrie said as she arranged my clothes in the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

It's funny, she thinks I'm a scared little kid sleeping in the room alone.

" If there are no obstacles, tomorrow we 'four' can sleep together." said Fadil's father who immediately made my head attacked by a sudden dizziness.

" Already, already, Syafrie. Don't fishing - fishing. I'm cape again, you know. Tomorrow, if I recover, my stamina is healthy, I will serve you. Where are you going? You are, yes. Are you not bosen fishing - lure my emotions continue. I cape tau, Syaf. If only it could be cut open my chest, you can see, blacken the contents, because most eat the heart" I said at length nagging at Syafrie. " I was happy with Haris yesterday. Soon I will be Lady Haris. Keep coming and destroying all my dreams and hopes and my hard-won career. You're a fucking carrier, you know. I hate you, Syafrie. Everything you do has to do with you, it always brings bad luck to me." I pointed towards my stomach which was now starting to look a little bulged. " This is one of the misadventures you made for me. Imagining this seed that you spread in my womb makes me feel like stabbing my own stomach." Hah...my anger is me by my anger that has not been satisfied. Oh my....

" Of, Asthma.! It seems like you are indeed tired." said Syafrie as he passed by without looking at me again.

He seems angry. Me? What I care about. Kan, ... I told you, I will offer hell for him. So. feel by you Syafrie, how the heat of hell made by your ex-wife.

...----...

I have been in my hometown for a week. The first day I did was just go berserk and berserk. Fadil until had to be evacuated to the house of Adit because it was feared that his physical condition was disturbed.

How not? Not twenty-four hours I was in this village, if Mansyah had gathered the village elders in the mother's house. In front of my whole family, Syafrie was asked to say a reference.

Just like four months ago when reciting the ijab qabul, brother-in-law Mansyah made my inner birth shaken completely. In fact, this time was much more devastating than the past. At the end of the word when Syafrie finished saying the qabul ijab, I fainted his shaken horn.

As soon as I realized myself from fainting, I immediately got up, went berserk and lunged at the man. My sharp nails landed on his face. Unmitigated, my fist also managed to land on his nose.

Says Brother Mansyah, I'm out of control. But. stupid shit. The important thing is that my heart can hurt that son of a bitch Syafrie.

Blood is pouring from his nose. Says Brother Mansyah, I'm not sane anymore. It seems my brother was right. Because compared to having guilt, I'm more likely to feel flowery. My evil nature has taken hold of my heart at this moment.

On the whipping of the traditional elders and my family, it was decided that for the time being, Syafrie was forbidden to show up with her nose bar near me. They suggested that Syafrie stay away from me first.

I smiled happily at the decision. My smile came when I realized that for a few days I was freed from the interference of 'jinn ifirid' who always disturbed my peace of birth and inner self.

How I remember Syafrie's sharp gaze when I saw my triumphant smile at hearing the proposal. Sharp that gaze as if hinting that "Have fun now, because tomorrow I will repay you. " I shudder at the thought of it, hihihi spooky....