RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 58

" Hey Asthma, horrified ya. Ambo Tahang served as the village chief for two terms. But in the seventh year, he was temporarily deactivated as the village chief. At that time there were rumors that he was involved in a case of buying and selling positions and corruption of village funds. "

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My mouth is wide open. Oh my......My reflex closed my mouth after waking up. " O Allah..... Is that true? "

" It only knows you now" said Saniah with a laugh.

" Surely, he's not the one who's corrupt. But, yes, you know the opinion of the public towards public figures. So when they saw Ambo Tahang in the police sleigh, they assumed that the man had committed an act that was against the law. Although not proven, because of shame finally Ambo Tahang resigned from his position. His assets that were confiscated were never returned. All that was left was the house and a patch of rice fields behind their house. Ambo Tahang felt so depressed and stressed with all that that he ended up suffering a stroke, as you saw yesterday."

It is amazing that the genie is stuck in my heart. Even after hearing Saniah's story, my hatred for the Marina family did not diminish in the least. I casually said. " It's all because of karma for hurting me in the past." Jeez Asthma.....

" It seems Marina once said that to me. It was said from Marina's mouth that everything that happened to her was the result of her family's actions against your family."

I sneered and affirmed Marina's words imitated by Saniah. It's a bit takabur, but I'm grateful that the wheel of the world has turned.

"Oh, yes. Syafrie once told me that her husband Marina who is now Iqbal, right? " Saniah nodded in confirming. " Why does he want to be with Iqbal" How's the story going? "

" Had been nice. Not like now" said Saniah.

" why? "

" Asthma, Asthma. There are people who are not thin under such circumstances. It's a cripple, a burden on the wife."

" So she was disabled, before or after their marriage "

" Yes before, it was. Otherwise, where could he be looking for Marina, the son of the village chief, former Syafrie. You know, Syafrie is not handsome... "

" Cuih. There is no handsome for me. "

" God, Asthma, you know, yeah. Just so you know, Syafrie is handsome, loyal, single, dear child. Less what else ? If you throw it away, many will scramble to pick it up."

I sneered at Saniah's praise of Fadil's father. I swear I'm so sick of hearing it. It doesn't seem like it's Syafrie in my view.

" Continue.. does Syafrie often help? "

" Yaelah. Yes often, it is..! "

" Ohhh.... "

" Why, Jealousy? "

" Vedeuuuh. "

" Alah. Najas. But the ends are curled. Just try to throw away Si Syafrie, many will take."

I sneered as I threw a tissue at Saniah, who was greeted with gurgles by him.

Our conversation continues to roll everywhere. Starting from Marina to the story of my best friend's household. I was shocked when I heard her life story.

God, I didn't expect the tragic fate of Saniah's marriage. I think I'm the most persecuted after Syafrie's betrayal. But after hearing Saniah's story, I felt like I was slapped. It turns out that his fate is even worse than my story. She told me how during her seven-year marriage, she had never been touched by her husband. So until this moment, she was still a virgin. But until this moment, she still maintained her marriage with her husband on the grounds of return. Even though he knew, that he was behind her.

The reason was that all this time, her husband had raised the degree of his family's life. Her husband who has financed the school of her younger siblings to get to College and their economic life becomes better.

Tragically her husband then married again with his lover and until now has two children with the affair.

Jeez.... . I cursed the stupidity of my best friend. Right - really inexhaustible thought I with the mind of Saniah. What my best friend's heart is made of. Why would he want to be dzolimi by Jubair, Saniah's husband's name. Although for reasons that are cliche in my opinion, debt of gratitude.

So it came to pass all the way home from Bontang to Suka Mercy, my friend got a rain of lectures from me.

My best friend is really a very patient and sholeh woman. I alone who heard the story could not resist the wrath in the chest. Moreover, when Saniah further told me that once, her husband took the woman and her children to the house of Saniah. I felt like I wanted to step on - step on and then crush that Saniah husband with my car.

The heat of the city of Bontang and the hormones of my pregnancy were added again by the story of Saniah about her husband, making me become sultry and eager to beat up Saniah's husband who I was a sissy. I've forced him to tell me where the man's house is and his affair.

But that's Saniah, the woman of Sholehah the prospective inhabitant of heaven. He refused to tell her where the husband's house and his affair were.

I'm very upset, but I can't force it further. Saniah and I are like heaven and earth. If I can unreservedly run over and berate the Ambo Tahang family without hesitation, then Saniah prefers silence and patience. My friend gave everything to God in prostration and prayer. God, there are women like that in this world.

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I have lived in this village for a few months. I never heard from Mas Haris again. Sometimes I wonder in my heart, how is he doing right now? Did he think of me just once?

So far I'm doing well - fine. Only sometimes, I would often cry silently - silently as I remembered her. When tight again in the chest if you remember his absence in my life.

To me it was simple, the relationship of two humans which then ended in pain. I've experienced it twice. And the definition, only bear fruit in pain. all this time, the picture of people that love is beautiful with various forms and forms of its creation, but for me all just a sombre story full of hope.

I don't know what Syafrie loves me like. Love is how it forms. But I think I know.

I also don't know what Mas Haris loves me like. But what I do know is that in the end it feels the same. Both of their loves were bitter.

Because of blind love for Mas Haris, I forgot one thing. My color status....

Stupid me, not realizing that if only Mas Haris would accept me, but is his family the same?

Does Mas Haris really like me? I think I already know the answer.

Indeed at first, I thought that he loved me sincerely. The way she treated me, it felt like I was a very lucky woman. But I was wrong.

His love for me is not as deep as I thought. How stupid of me to initially think that he would be able to accept all of this. It would be too naive if I thought that Mas Haris would be willing to accept the presence of this baby, after all the things that happened. It doesn't make any sense... And stupidly I just realized all that now.

If I had known for a long time, then there was no need for me to feel the pain that was very hit in the chest.

How every night I find it difficult to close my eyes because I resist the desire to hear his voice or see his face. Does the man know and feel everything?

At first the cause of Mas Haris's departure from my life was my fault. I was wrong because I had been loved by Mas Haris all my heart but even betrayed. So don't blame him and then pass away leaving me.

But when I realized it, I laughed to myself. Laughing stupidity. I have never broken our promises. But only, Mas Haris' heart was too weak to maintain the foundation of our love. All of that is just his shit. In fact, in the slightest storm, he immediately left behind all the love we had built together.

I came back hurt and dying.

Today, the man I loved up to this moment, was wearing traditional clothes from his area, smiling widely as if he was showing off his happiness. Mas Haris just posted a photo of her engagement to the woman on her social media.

There was pain in my chest. I shook with the pain. That's as easy as she forgot me. Instead of staring at the photo of Mas Haris, I would rather immerse myself in a pillow and spill it all there. I was again sickened by the slash of love on that man. It turns out that I really mean nothing to Mas Haris. His love for me was fake....