RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 60

Still with the same photo, Mas Haris wrote a status that made me like losing my life.

Love can grow over time. Although it is hard to forget the old love, I hope the new love will grow and bloom no less beautiful.

Haris has completely forgotten me.

Your love is fake, like a cat's taik.

I wrote a comment in the comment field after seeing some comments. Not to forget also accompanied my swearing. I'm really heartbroken.

After being satisfied to vomit my anger at Mas Haris through his social media account, I closed my social media account.

I laughed at the fate that had fallen back into endless destinies. I laughed in the middle of the rice field and in the middle of the night. Maybe people will think that I'm not sane anymore.

After being satisfied to laugh out loud - bahak, I cried sobbing - sobs. My shoulders were shaken from holding back the crying. Someone hugged my body tightly.

" Hey, what else are you doing? " he asked while drowning me in his field chest. He also stroked my long hair unblind.

I was crying bitterly. Like someone who was left dead just like. Oh, my God, why does it hurt so much. The more pain when back shadow Mas Haris present dancing - nari in my head. My body trembled because it was no longer strong enough to endure the pain. The man who has the title of husband Asma Basrie is getting stronger hugs.

" All because of you, Syafrie." I said grumpily between my sobs. You ruined my life with your betrayal. Now, back you destroyed it with your cunning stratagem. Mas Haris left me because I consider myself a traitorous and dirty woman. He can't accept this child in my stomach. I hate all this, Syafrie. I hate. "I said while hitting Syafrie's chest repeatedly. I spilled all my pain on that man. Let him know how much I can't hold him anymore.

Fadil's father took a deep breath. There were tired and sad strokes mixed together in the look of his eyes. I didn't get to find out.

" Say, how do I make it up to you?" fadil's father said again while still stroking my hair.

" I want to. mem. kill you." I said sobbing while wiping away my tears that would not stop flowing.

" Okay, calm down. How can you hurt me if you still cry" he said, raising my face still hidden in his chest.

My face looked up into Syafrie's eyes. As our eyes collided, I saw tears welling up in his own eyes. Like there's a magnet moving my body, or maybe there's a perverted demon going through my chest. Why did I suddenly advance my lips and stick them on Syafrie's lips.

Gosh... gosh. Perhaps the female demon in me who thirsts for this brain is craving a man's touch. Amidst my despair of the fate of my love, I plopped myself into the arms of Syafrie and surrendered myself to the Man.

No, it wasn't me. who turned himself in, it was Syafrie who gave herself to me.

Don't blame Syafrie, just blame the perverted genie that lives in this pregnant woman. I was like a thirsty person, gulping down everything until the toilet was not there.

" Asthma,.... " His great-grandson when I unbutton his shirt.

" Why, you'll love it."

" But I'm afraid you'll regret it."

" I will kill you my way, Syafrie." I said as he pushed his body down to the floor of the cottage.

That night, in the hut in the middle of the rice field, under the full moonlight. I handed my body to Syafrie. Without coercion, without sleeping pills, with conscious and open eyes.

No. gabe.... Syafrie gave her body to me. ah. I don't know...

...----...

The cold air penetrated my thigh skin that was not covered by a single cloth. I lowered the jacket on my waist to cover my thighs and legs.

Just sec....

It feels like something is sticking up my back. Then there was a hand that hugged my waist possessively. Then kissed my forehead and cheeks affectionately. I remember - remember, who was behind me? Is it Mas Haris? Am I dreaming? But if this was just a dream, why would I hear someone like they were talking to me?

" Have you woken up..? " Jeez... Si Syafrie voice?? How could?

Dreams. It was still dark, so it was only natural that I felt that I must be dreaming.

" Hmm, hugging this stubborn woman turns out to still feel the same as before."

But..what was. Who was speaking.... That's Syafrie, right. So I'm not dreaming. The one behind me, hugging me, kissing myself and talking to me was Syafrie.

My eyes opened perfectly. Being in Syafrie's arms is not what I wanted this morning. I woke up from my sleep.... Gee whiz.... Gee whiz.... I winked to make sure I wasn't dreaming and didn't see it wrong.

" You are beautiful when you wake up" she said with a smile as sweet as palm sugar. Baby. I'm good to see it. Morning sickness is back.

"Ueekk... " I ran with a stagger outside the cottage and spewed out all my entrails near the post of the cottage.

" Asthma, are you sick? "

Sickness, .. pain.. I'll see you.

I don't know why, morning sickness I relapsed again. This must have been because of seeing Syafrie.

I tried to recall a flashback four to five hours ago, until this morning I woke up in the arms of the person I hated the most. That's really not cool. Especially when I remember what happened last night. If I could, I would like to be buried alive. How shameful I am to Syafrie right now.

" Don't be like that, your head will hurt" said Fadil's father splitting silently this morning. Next to her palm was between the pole and my head when I saw me punishing myself who had a brain but no shame.

" There's no shame, we're husband and wife. So legitimate - legitimate if you do that. That's a natural thing "he said.

Legitimate..? your lust. You are good, I am good. Bathinku.

He said there was nothing to be ashamed of, he said it was legitimate if we did that. Because it's a natural thing. Hey... did the man who ruined my life forget that who attacked last night?... Me, what is natural? I asked Syafrie to make love first. Is that natural?

I wish the man was far away from me. I don't think I have any more face to meet him. I felt like I was losing my dignity and dignity in front of Syafrie.

" Asthma, for last night, thank you, yes." Well... What did I say? He started looking again because of it.

I closed my eyes. Anxiety and shame mixed into one. " Can you shut up, right? " I closed my eyes again.

" Asthma, is anyone sick? "

Oh, my God, this guy really makes me no longer in control.

" We better go home. You can still walk, right? " he asked as he approached. " Want me papah or I'll just carry. Want to, yeah."

I looked up more and more annoyed. " Hey, did you enjoy it last night, Syafrie? " just ask him. Syafrie furrowed her brows, feeling astonished at my question.

Hmm, yes. I honestly really enjoyed it."

" As long as you know, I do all that while imagining my lover's face. " Unbelievably, my poisonous tongue returned to function and slashed the neck vein of Syafrie without mercy.

There was an injured and sad look on his face. Strangely, though, he wasn't angry or cursing at me. He didn't slap or strangle me. Instead he fixed the jacket that was stuck to my body so I wouldn't get cold.

" I know, thanks for being honest with me. But next time I beg you never to do it again. Because I fear God and angels will become angry and curse you, my dear wife." instead of getting angry, Syafrie just pinched my cheek with love.

I gawk. What a trance is Syafrie. I guess he'll get angry when he hears me say that. But it turns out I was wrong. Jeez.... Where did he learn about the science of patience?

Syafrie's answer left me running out of words to continue the debate with her. I will surely have the wrath of God. Was I wrong and sinful to imagine another man serving my husband. I shuddered to myself as I imagined what God's wrath would look like to me.

" You managed to kill me. I realized, my sins and mistakes in the past are huge. I no longer deserve your respect and love for me. I just want you to always be happy and happy. Because that's my goal this time. So again, thanks for last night" he said.

Syafrie is good at turning the atmosphere around. I, who had proudly stated that I imagined another man when I was with him, was suddenly silent when I heard Syafrie say.

There was shame, guilt, and disgust into one mixed in the chest. I wanted to curse back the mother's daughter-in-law, but it felt like my word supply seemed to be lost by the bargain Syafrie said just now.

" Astma, let's go home." take her.

I looked at him reluctantly.

He crouched down to pick up my flip-flops and bring the ones at my feet closer. Placing her body as a backrest she hugged my body and lowered my legs right on the sandals and then again crouched down to put the sandals on my feet.

After that he guided my body down the stairs in front of the cottage.

I saw Syafrie step down the slope below the hut. His body crouched down taking the water flowing through the small river in front of the hut and wetting his hair and washing his face with water. Then stand up and shake his hair.

I jumped down from where I stood and passed through the man's body.

" Don't do it like that, Asthma. You can slip and fall into the river." I don't care about that reprimand and carry on my steps. Syafrie quickly tracked my steps.

" Heart, Asthma. The road is slippery." Ignoring Syafrie's warning I kept walking quickly to leave her daughter-in-law, but..

Next to my feet slipped because of the slippery path we passed and as a result next to my feet landed sweetly in the muddy rice fields that are on the side of the road.

" Gosh, Asthma. I said what." Fadil's father swiftly lifted my body and pulled my sandals from the mud.

He then washed my sandals and put them back on my feet.

Back I set foot down the grips until I got in front of the big road. Syafrie followed behind me.

" Where, Son Syafrie? " a father carrying a hoe stopped and greeted us.

" Ang, daeng. Asma.take the road - the dawn road. He said morning exercise." replied Syafrie while scratching his head misbehaving.

"Oh.. road - dawn road, yes. Long time no see, good also once - time. morning exercise, hahaha. "he laughs while blinking one eye.

I nudged Syafrie with elbow.

" What does that mean? Why does he laugh when he says morning exercise? " my question to Syafrie.

" Oh, that's a boy's language, baby. Only men understand what that means."

I shrugged my shoulders, not caring. Then go back on the way home. Suddenly, Syafrie was already next to me and one of her hands was clutching my finger when my foot was on the lawn. What does that mean...?