RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 71

I don't want to think about what Syafrie said or what she's planning. My body was too tired and sore - sore because of the incident last afternoon. So I finally drowned the island of Kasur and fell asleep in his arms. I also don't care about Syafrie who still hasn't slept next to me.

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I don't know if I'm the unlucky one or if my life is always full of misfortune.

Today, my eyes accidentally fell on the calendar on the wall. The date I hate the most. Today, exactly eleven years ago, that event happened.

And here I am now. In front of me stood a stage. Not a wedding stage decorated with Mamiri wind carvings like those of Syafrie first, but a wedding stage decorated with Borneo. The voice of a songbirds singing accompanied by music from Electon. The voices of visitors who chatted with each other. The delicious smell of cooking. Everything is the same as it was eleven years ago. I saw the happiness of the two brides on stage. Their smiles spread to each other.

I bit my lips withstanding the pain in my chest. There is a pain that rips through the chest. I was betrayed by someone I loved.

What a shame.destination befell me. Why did the story of betrayal while I was pregnant happen again for the second time.

If so, it was Syafrie who got married and sat on the lap there. So at this time, Mas Haris was the one who became the bride with another woman. And it wasn't me.

Yes, that man, the man I was hoping to become my priest in the future successor to Syafrie is now standing gallantly on the lap there. White skin and his clean and handsome face is very harmonious in a dress wrapped in red colored area that is in line with the color of his bride's clothes.

My eyes watering looking at the two couples. This piece of meat on the chest was also sore and pained like being pierced with a blow.

A happy smile was painted on the faces of the two brides while taking pictures together. Mas Haris affectionately wrapped his hands around the woman's waist. His hands clutching the woman's fingers. They repeatedly changed positions according to the direction of the photographer.

Pose by pose they did. But during that time, I saw that Mas Haris' gaze was always on me.

I don't know if my presence here is right or wrong. I came because it was Mas Haris who asked me to come to his wedding. But if it happens like this. Really, I think it's better not to attend.

Both of us are still unwilling if such a cruel fate separates us. I still feel sick seeing Mas Haris who was with other women there. Mas Haris was forced to accept this marriage with a heavy heart because there was no other way to forget me than to get married. I can see a hurt and sad look in Mas Haris's eyes when he looks at me.

But then I realized that this was not good for both of us. My purpose for my presence here is not for this. There is absolutely no intention in my heart to take back Mas Haris from Isna. I just want to say that Mas Haris is no longer the center of my attention at the moment. He was happy with Isna.

Likewise, I who already exist sincerely accept my fate. No need to cry over our old stories.

Syafrie came and guided myself to a seat that was reserved for the invited guests. " Don't look at your ex-boyfriend like that. Later others will think that you are Haris's old wife who was left married again. "

Jeez Syafrie.Can't he put the brakes on his mouth. I also know myself and would never be foolish to embarrass myself there. Instead of quarreling with her I chose silence and cast a glance towards the invited guests present.

" Wait a minute, I'll get you some food."

He stood up from his seat and went to a special food stall for guests. Take the food and go back to where we were.

Syafrie thrust a small plate containing several slices of fruit and cake at me. While he himself prefers to eat a bowl of chicken soto that he took later.

" Already. ikhlaskan. There are still me and our children who will make you happy. You don't have to feel sad. My wife can get through all this."

" Talk is easy. How did you feel when you saw Marina remarry with Iqbal..? " My eyes now turned back to the top of the guarantee, staring at the woman standing next to Mas Haris.

Syafrie stopped chewing his food. He looked at me and answered lightly. " Happy."

" The liar..! " rutukku.

" Truly why should I lie. I was indeed happy when I saw Marina get married and find a replacement for myself. That means he can already forget the story of us all."

" I can't believe what you're saying, Syafrie. Surely you also feel pain and suffering as I feel right now." I pointed towards Syafrie.

The man put back his empty bowl and took the mineral water next to the chair. Sipped the contents until it was gone unceremoniously.

" I've never loved him since my wife came into my life. So when Iqbal decided to marry Marina, I felt relieved. Feeling free from guilt. I want to be honest with you, when you left me, it came to my mind to learn to love him again because of upset anger, and heartache over the passing of my wife who left me without news. But I can't. For though my wife is not my first love, she is my last. His place in my heart can never be shifted even though half-dead I try to get him out of the heart, because it has hurt my heart and ego as a husband. I told Marina the truth about my feelings. Thankfully, he could accept it. We finally officially divorced. Just like that. It's all over already. Then Iqbal came into Marina's life. Then they decided to get married. I'm happy too. Even feel very happy. Done it. "

I don't chimed in long words from Syafrie. But then it said from my mouth." Among Marina's three children, are you sure none of them are a donation from your cock? " manyu without shady aling.

" Goddessa, Asthma. Call my wife, call her. Sinfully accuses her husband like that." Syafrie doesn't like.

" Yes, who knows, Syafrie. .. "

My speech paused when I heard a noise from the direction of the pelaminan.

The voice of the one who was shouting while pointing towards me.

" This woman has caused Mas Haris to commit suicide. He who had made Mas Haris desperate ended his life by drinking the poison. He wouldn't want me to be with Haris. He thought I had taken Mas Haris from him. Though I swear, that Mas Haris himself came to propose to me in order to be free from a traitorous woman like her." Isna accused while shaking her waist pointed at me.

I just stood there, not knowing what was going on and not knowing what to do.

No. I don't know what - what. I also don't know if Mas Haris has taken poison. I really don't know. It wasn't me who caused Mas Haris to commit suicide. I didn't cause Mas Haris to kill himself. I wasn't....

I feel helpless. All eyes are on me. Their eyes seemed to judge me. I don't feel like I'm doing anything. Since then I have only been with Syafrie and only talked to her. But..wait a minute. Where's Syafrie..... Syafrie. From afar, I saw the shadow of Syafrie slowly drifting away. I shouted - shouting to call him, but the man was even further away.

Shithead.. Syafrie.

He left me when I needed him. Now all eyes are on me. They scorned me, insulted me, and chided me. I cried out to beg for mercy on them. However, they did not seem to have any compassion for this pregnant woman. Now they come closer and look at me hatefully.

" Torture this woman. Just kick his stomach.. "

" The child in his stomach is an illegitimate child. Child of adultery. Just kill him and his son..."

They dragged my body and kicked me in the stomach. " Kill the bastard. The boy has no father... "

I wept.. "No, don't hurt this kid. He's innocent. He's Syafrie's son. ... Don't. don't kill my son!!" I screamed with all my might.

But they are getting louder. "Kill the bastard and his mother. "

Something hit my stomach hard. The pain is not overbearing. Makes my body separate from my body.

" Pardon me. pity my baby. Don't kill him. He's innocent." I begged in the middle of my consciousness that was almost completely gone.

" Syafrie. Please save our baby.. " I begged my baby's father for help to save us.

" Take the baby out of the stomach. Didn't she want the baby all this time. Just split..! Cut it..!

They mercilessly kicked and beat my stomach. The pain I experienced from all their actions was unspoken by words. The last thing I remember was when someone brought a large block and smashed it into my stomach. I can't breathe anymore. The angel of death has already picked me up.

" Shafrie....! " I don't know the force from which I got up and shouted calling out the name of the man who had planted the seed in my womb.

" Yes, Asthma...! Baby, hey..! Wake up...!"

I opened my eyes and found the anxious and worried face of my daughter-in-law to me. Hurry up she moves closer to the dressing table and picks up a bottle of mineral water and thrusts it at me.

" drink.... My wife seems to have run out of nightmares. I'm sorry I was praying at dawn when my wife called me."

My breath goes up - down irregularly. The negligent shirt I wore was soaked in sweat. I was so scared. The dream really happened. My eyes looked around the room. I convinced myself that I was just dreaming. Unconsciously my hand touched my stomach.

Is correct.. Apparently I was dreaming. The proof, now I was in the room not in the middle of the wedding of Mas Haris and Isna.

Suddenly, I felt my stomach mule.

" She... " I called Fadil's father.

" Yes, honey.. "

" My stomach hurts so much.. "

The look of Syafrie's eyes was on my stomach.

" You pissing, honey? "

I shook my head while shaking the back of my negligee. "But my negligee is wet.. "

The Syafrie hand reflex raised my negligee up. " She. daarah...! " he said with a trembling voice.

Instantly at dawn in the house mama turned into a scene by the sound of Syafrie screaming woke up all the residents of the house.

Yeah.god........