RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 7

I who do not believe in the reality that is plastered in front of my eyes, fixated dumbly staring full of anger.

Angry, vengeful and unwilling to believe in being one on my chest. My face if I think the wound he cut on me a few years ago is no longer bleeding. In fact.i stinked.

I did not expect, it turns out I could not if I had to accept the reality of this very complicated life.

Bathinku was sick, as a heart wound that had just returned inflamed, My body was hot cold.... God I need a spare life, who knows I'm dead here from a heart attack.

I who was initially arrogant thought that I with my new life would be able to if one day reunited. Now, that arrogance is unproven.

Meeting him back at my parents' house was impossible and not in my estimation, unless the owner of destiny and the universe had conspired.

I stiffened as the sharp, clear iris stared at me unblinkingly. My chest was tightened by the wounds that re-drained the blood that made the gap in my heart back inflamed. If I hadn't killed the feeling in my heart ten years ago and buried with someone's body down there, I would have taken a million swears out of my mouth for him as the opening words of our meeting.

The look in our eyes met. His eyes were sharp, looking at me in disbelief. There was longing, disappointment, and anger clearly visible from the look in his eyes. In fact, I did not deny it, I saw a full gaze of desire that was blowing there.

" You're back. " his his hissing is almost inaudible.

How dare he speak to me as if there had never been a dark story that became a black partition between us.

I throw my face away, I will not come face to face with him who has incised a wound in my heart.

"Don't be stubborn, Asthma. Believe me you still have me. We'll live together. Me, you, and Marina will live happily. Believe that... I'll be fair to you all! Please .. Asthma, understand my position! "

" Why do you think that we will be happy. Oh yeah... You and he will be happy, but I am not! "

" But your father gave me permission to remarry, baby"

Like a replayed movie, the memory of the wound he had inflicted came back through my eyes.

I have made peace with the wounds and the past, but to live side by side with this wound-doer is really for whatever sake I can not afford.

The mood became quiet.

He walked closer to me, I took a step back.

He moved to open the door. "Come in!" I was quiet, shaking. Act as if he doesn't exist. My brain is spinning, working hard to find the answer to why this man is in my house.

" Don't be stubborn! This attitude of yours will even make you sick. You know, it's very cold outside. I don't want to bother having to take care of a sick person!" Oh.. Lord, please tell me that killing that man is innocent, I will immediately finish this man before me sadistically.

But I didn't even step in. I became sick from being outside the house and being exposed to the night wind. Making a man who does not know himself can take advantage . Huh.

" Leave it..! " same. I scrunched my eyebrows not understanding what he meant.

" That means your suitcase, leave it, let me pick it up." I looked at his face for the first time. His face is the same as before. The face that I used to feel does not change one bit, except now it looks more and more mature.

Huh, the base really makes me sick. I walked past him. I put up a distance so as not to come into contact with Sayfrie.

Musk and amber fragrant bushes and citrus freshness greet the sense of smell. Since when did this man's perfume taste change. In the past, he really liked the fragrant smell of citrus and rosemary that emanates freshness. But. care very much. It's none of my business about his taste.

I stood staring at the living room measuring 4 x 2 meters and painted in white. Impressed simple and clean. My gaze turned to the frame on the wall that featured a photo of the members of my family. I smiled and realized my absence there.

" Sit down, I'll be out for a while to buy some food. " I still don't answer the man's words. I shut up and chose to push the phone rather than heed it.

Bored..! My eyes again glanced around the room. My focus was on a frame containing a picture of the man and a boy whose face was like a betel halved with him.

My heart feels pinched, hurts. How dare he put up a picture of his son with the woman. He has taken my rights. There should be a picture of my son who, if only alive, is certainly the same age as him. My anger has spread throughout the space in my body, shaking my entire joints. The tears that I had been holding back from before, it felt like I wanted to burst out, fortunately I could still hold it.

The door of the house is open. The man entered while carrying a package containing rice. He put a packet of rice next to me then stepped away towards the kitchen.

She thought I would eat from her labors I would rather endure hunger than accept her gifts.

My phone shook, Mas Haris' name was written there. Immediately raised the call from Mas Haris.

" Of the Assalamu'alaikum, my sweet heart! " the man whose face always adorns my dreams - my dreams end - end is smiling when he sees the look of my face adorning the glass screen of his phone.

I just kept quiet without answering his greetings.

I just put my face away. I don't know if my mood is not good right now.

" Ashma, answer your regards! " Mas Haris told me to answer the greeting he said.

" Yes, yes..Barp very much anyway! Greetings waalaikum! " my answer is short. Mas Haris smiled at the reply from me.

" Nah, that's the cake from earlier. How's it pouting, sweety? Have you met your family?" Mas Haris asked as he looked at my face that looked clouded.

" No. "my answer is still with an annoyed expression.

" Sustains....?? " His shady smile was engraved on his handsome face.

" She, I don't feel right here. I think I've missed you! " I whined to go home to the man. Mas Haris chuckled at my manjaku whimper.

" I miss being hugged and kissed, huh?" asked Mas Haris with a seductive expression.

" Ehmmm..... Mas Haris! " my whine is upset.

" Ahem....! " our chatter was stopped by the voice of someone deheman. I looked up and found the man standing behind me. I'm sure the man must have heard all our conversations.

" Sweety. I've done it, yeah, talk it out. I'll call you back later, Assalamu'alaikum Sweety!" I returned the greeting mas Haris with a sparkling face.

Hello in the living room of my mother's house. The night wind that blows and enters through the cracks of the wide open door leaves me shivering with cold.

" Not eaten? " he asked as his eyes stared at the wrapped rice that was still in its original position.

"Eat! you need the energy to answer all of our questions about your departure! " Syafrie took a seat beside me.

I threw away my face, reluctant to answer her words. From the tail of my eyes I knew he was staring at me. Not geer, but I could see how the man's eyes were filled with longing.

My tears that I have been holding since I suddenly want to spill. In addition, I have been resisting the urge to urinate and wash tired in my body with a water rinse.

I need a bathroom to cry in there. But I don't think I'd ask that guy. However, he seems to be quite sensitive.

" The bathroom is skinny, to the kitchen on the left. Oh, yes, you can use the room at the end of here to rest..... "

Without waiting for his words to finish I immediately shot towards the bathroom he showed. How relieved it feels after a long time of resisting desire. After urinating I rinse my face and body with water. Fresh after a long day, I can finally breathe.

After I urinated and cleaned my body, I went into the room that the man showed me.

The room measuring 3 x 2 meters is filled with a small-sized house, a study table, and a small wardrobe. The bedsheets in the cartoon Boboboy gave me an idea of who the owner of this room was.

I lay my body on the bridge. I felt a little comfortable with the situation until the drowsiness began to sink.

" Why don't you eat? Don't you feel hungry? " the heavy voice reminded me to immediately eat the packaged rice he had prepared at the table.

I just kept quiet then turned my body towards the wall of the room. Just dream you're there, Syafrie. I would die of hunger rather than have to eat the rice from you.

In the middle of the night I was awakened by the cold that suddenly ambushed my body. It seems outside the rain is falling. The rain that entered through the window made me rush to close the open window.

My stomach sings with hunger. Instead of getting rid of hunger I chose to step foot into the kitchen to grab a drink.

My eyes wobbly swept to every corner of the kitchen hoping that no one was there. Honestly, I don't want to see that guy again. Meeting him made me breathless because my heart was always filled with emotion.

The deg! my heart was racing as my netraku stared at the tall figure standing in the kitchen window staring at the mangrove forest that was behind my house.

I recanted my intention to get drinking water. I intend to go back to the room rather than have to be here and see the man.

" Your thirst won't go away if you go back to your room. Since then, nothing has gone into your stomach." the man turned and looked at me ready - ready to step back into the room.

I stopped to continue my steps.

" Dear Lord Syafrie, stop acting as if there are never any problems between us. Because you know for sure, that's not how it is..! " whatever I said responded to her words earlier.

Syafrie was silent while looking straight at me. Then he walked up to me who was still standing in front of the door.