RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 50

During here my day-to-day activities are just daydreaming of sleeping, vomiting, crying and sending messages to Mas Haris or trying to contact the man. I'm really not bored - the boss is texting the guy. Although I know, let alone reply, just read it not.

But all that never dampened my desire to continue to send messages to Mas Haris. Maybe for a long time the man will be content with all my messages bombarding his cell phone. Until - until, the phone will explode because I'm tired of contacting it.

On the grounds of my pregnancy I kept myself locked up in the room. My mother and sisters took turns persuading me to get out of Fadil's room and join them.

However, instead of talking awkwardly to them, I would rather spend time in the room lamenting my fate and of course, terrorize Mas Hendra with hundreds of heartbroken Chat from me.

I love you at our second meeting. You unsealed the love in my heart. Why are you turning away from me now?

Tick one.

I still haven't given up hope.

If loving me is your biggest mistake, then leaving me is my biggest loss

Tick two. This time I was excited.

I have dropped my heart on you. But why did you run away from me?

Tick two

You asked me to open my heart first. But after I opened my heart to you, you dumped me?

Blue tick. I cheered.

You're ignoring me? I know my sins are unforgivable. But if your disappointment has been treated, please contact me, I love you, complete with heart emoticons.

Back tick two blue. That means Mas Haris read my SMS. I cheered happily in my heart. Isn't that a good sign?

I had the pleasure of myself knowing Mas Haris read my message, until I unconsciously hit the pillow on my lap

" You healthy? " My calm inner calm that had been calm these few days without seeing his presence suddenly disappeared when that annoying face appeared before me.

" out! " spirited angry.

" No, before you explain to me the reason why you're taking the medicine to over dose it so. You want to kill my son? "

His broad steps were walking towards me.

Smear me! I forgot that in this house, everything is Syafrie's eyes.

I didn't mean to do it. Yesterday, my head hurt. It feels flattering. Because of the pain, my body until made a screeching cry because it withstands pain. Because of my pity, finally Sister Mansyah bought me a headache medicine at the stall.

At first I drank a drink. However, when looking at the details of other drugs, my idea arose to teach the prospective child Syafrie through the drugs I take. At first I took a grain, then another grain, finally another grain. Four ovatbitu I drank at the same time. Brother Mansyah's wife got hysterical when she saw me.

Then, everything went awry again. My headache came back again because of the granular - young coconut grains were broken and minimized to me. He said it was a poison cure. Yes, the poison was gone but the pain in my head never healed - healed, as a result of the effects of the drug became lost.

Not to mention lectures, tips and nagging so one that goes in the right ear and out through the left ear. The more it makes my headache - so.

" Just like it. "I replied lightly.

" Nobody likes to swallow poison except a madman."

" That means I'm crazy, dong. "I replied casually and seemed mocking.

" Don't go crazy before you give birth to my son. "

" Syafrie, why are you so cruel? "

" Yes, I am cruel. So be careful - be careful. Don't let me khilaf and strangle you to death." his hiss was sharp to make my nyaliku shrivel. I sawan made it. The glint in his eyes flared up - blazing and red.

" How can you say that. I have kindly taken your seed in return, "I said weakly. Damn it, why do I feel so scared when I see Fadil's father's facial expression.

" Marina gave birth to three children for Iqbal. I don't know what good the man did to get such a big return. "the man threw his sharp sentence back.

" Oh..!! Ahhh, sick! Why bite me, Asthma? " Syafrie wagged - her hands flicked together with a knowing jaw and veins popping out. Feel it. Just die, Syafrie. I'm really wrathful.

" I've been kind enough to hold your seed, but you don't even know how to compare me to your former concubine! You rascal! "amukku.

" Well you said, Asma? ACCOMMODATE?? My God, the longer I look hard at your head and your selfishness makes me even more unable to stifle you" he said as he turned around. " Oh, yeah. Do not let you repeat your foolish actions yesterday. You don't want to, do you? If until your husband buries you alive. " Well, I told you Syafrie was angry. Okay. I'm calm first. Asthma Calem. Don't be silly to die for serving people who are emotional. I'm not married to Mas Haris. So you can't die just yet.

" Oh, yeah. One more" Syafrie paused on the doorstep for a moment then turned to look at me. " Marina and her parents asked for time to meet."

Huh uh??? My cold sweat instantly poured out instantly. Why do I always feel so hot when I hear that name. Marina and her parents asked to meet? Helloww. As if I were to meet with a human being the cause of the destruction of my household.

My heart stopped beating. My hands were shaking and my head was getting dizzy. Whatisthis? Why am I confused and my stomach hurts. The cramping in my stomach made me feel like I couldn't breathe. Oh, my God, I was under panic attack.

The green light from my phone is on. A whatsapp message came in from Dira coming into my Hope just now. There are two unread messages.

From Mas Haris:

There are people who are absolutely forbidden to be loved even though we have fallen completely to them. Ending that feeling is the only way though it takes years.

From Dira:

Mbk, I saw in Mr. Haris's fb story. I can't believe your love story ended tragically.

A new message through whatsapp goes back into my life. It came back from Mas Haris. With trembling hands I opened again. I feel uncomfortable this time. Like there is a hunch that says that something will overturn my heart and soul.

From Mas Haris:

What do you want me to do? I can accept Fadil's presence. But I can't accept his sister's presence. Can you eliminate it. Are you the heart?

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The content of Mas Haris' last chat drew in my mind. I nodded remembering the question. Am I the heart? Huh of course. I don't want this baby. If getting rid of him makes him want to take me back, I will.

Love does not need proof. All right, I'll prove it.

It seems like I have completely lost my mind. My conscience has been eroded by the grudge that has been rusting in my heart for years. How can my lips line a wide arch when I imagine the destruction of Syafrie when I remove her from my womb. Syafrie will die. Sure.

Deheman somebody blew me away and threw me back from all my wild imagination. The figure that was in my mind appeared before me. Next to his eyebrows raised up to see the smile painted on my face. Wonder....

" What else is your smile planning? "

I pretended to be deaf. Struggled it...

Don't be weird, Asthma! Tell me, what are you planning! "

I looked and smiled very sweetly. Slowly open your eyes.

" Oh, my dear husband. Why stand so far away. Come closer and I'll tell you what my plan is! " I am tickled myself I heard my tone.

Syafrie. As if it were not affected by my words. His eyes peeked over the little table of lesehan that was in my room. Then walked quickly to snatch my phone.

She read Mas Haris' Facebook status that I followed all day. "A man should hurt another man in love. But if his opponent is a child, that's a jerk to his name. But can this guy be an asshole sometimes? "

Syafrie read it in a flat, pressureless voice. " Fuckin' Sissy! " says.

" Wow, I did not expect, you are so sweet and submissive, it could also curse, ckck. "I said with a mocking smile .

Fadil's father smiled cynically. " Smash his head with cold water. "

" who? Ye? Here I do. With pleasure."

" Your ex."

My eyes glared at Syafrie sharply.

" What? Getting angry? He is inconsistent. Yesterday he said Ihklas let you go. Now cry - cry on the sosmed. What's his name if not a sissy? Women, right? " A cynical pull from Syafrie's lips re-ignited my emotions.

" You are a sissy! "

" Heh, a sissy can't impregnate you, my dear wife."

" Syafrie, since you're the one who started all this, then don't come begging and crying to me later."

" Oh, I don't have a problem doing it."

" Get out, asshole! " I cried hysterically at Syafrie for running out of words to argue with her.

" Don't yell - yell, Asthma. This is my mother's house, not the woods. If at home it should be able to behave like a cat. Different in the forest, like a cunning fox. "

" Let it be, what's your business." I growled to refrain from lunging at him.

Syafrie came forward and approached me. Again - again the mocking face that he appeared before me. " Are you a fox or a cat, Asthma? "

I squinted my eyes. " Want a fox or a cat, I will still make your life suffer, Syafrie."

" Auwuhhh, fear. "the effect with a feigned expression of fear.

I hate and hate the way he makes fun of me. My hands and teeth until I clank. Patience.the punishment for murderers is very heavy in addition to threatened also with hell.

So, compared to me who intends to throw the fruit knife on the plate towards Syafrie, then I choose beristighfar to calm the heart.

For a long time we both kept quiet. I was hard-earned to hold back the upset while Syafrie was busy with herself. I don't know what he's doing. I really don't want to know.

" When can you forgive? " Syafrie was suddenly already standing in the doorway.

" who? Ye? " God.

"Yes, who else if not the father of your children."

" Which child? The one you hid from me for years, or the one you just presented in my stomach in a sneaky way? "

" I don't hide or present anyone in a despicable way."

" Hey, man. Did you forget my stomach was distended because of who? A man has raped me. "my annoyance is with Fadil's father.

" Hahaha, you're just a desecrated but sighing woman. You enjoy all my touches more than I thought. Though I only gave you sleeping pills, not stimulants."

" Fuck, you're Syafrie! The devil...! that bastard...! You want me to forgive you. Just wait when I say it, you will faint when you hear the time. Damn you Syafrie... damn it.....! " my cry was upset that it was being played by Syafrie. I shook the edge of the table as a channeling spot for my annoyance.

" Stts, Asthma don't be noisy. Our baby will be disturbed." Said Syafrie sticking her index finger on my lips.

" I guess I'm used to it turns out my heart is still numb - more. Stop worrying about your husband, my dear wife."

Gee whiz.... Syafrie thought I was the woman who easily fell down with her charm. I am not a weak woman. I am a woman tempered by the heat of the poison of betrayal. It was scorched by the venom of love that burned my heart. So then.... Sorry, I won't be fascinated with him. To me, he's not cool at all. Does he think he's cool with his pretentious style. With the pedal he was in style while restoring his hair. Does he think I'd be interested.

I just wanted to spit it out to see it. I'm sick of Syafrie and her cool-ass behavior.

" I thought, I might be able to give you a little apology."

" oh, huh? " .........