RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 78

I just want you to be happy ", he said later.

I looked towards him.

" Happy...? Have you ever wondered what makes me happy? No. no...? " i replied with a cynical pull on the tip of my lips.

Basic Syafrie moron....

I was forced to let Syafrie carry me to the porch when we got in front of my mother's house. In front of the door stood Kak Lela and her Husband and Kak Darre and my son Fadil.

Fadil ran to meet my arrival with a hug on my waist. Her little tube slid down my waist. His head was placed on my waist. I feel his body shake a little.

Oh Allah..... My handsome son was crying. He felt sad when he saw the condition of his mother like this. " Mom, thank goodness you're back. Fadil is afraid that Mama will not come back. Fadil was afraid of being taken by God like Fajri's sister and grandfather." sobbed the boy who made me and all who stood there into silence.

Mama and Kak Mansyah then entered with Kak Lela and Kak Dare. Let us three stay in the family.

" It's.... Fadil don't cry anymore. Mom, you're home. We'll take care of mama together, yeah..!" syafrie said while stroking his son's head.

Fadil nodded while wiping his tears. " Fadil promise, Mah. Fadil will take care and take care of mama" he said, holding my hand. I stepped into the limped house - limping with a stick on my shoulder. Syafrie originally intended to carry me, but I refused. " I still have two legs even though I have broken one. "my ketus while stepping leaving Syafrie who can only shake his head to see the stubbornness of my head.

" Did you hurt your heart again? "

The boy's question left me silent. Also Syafrie was walking behind us. For a while I was still digesting what answer I was going to give my intelligent son.

" Hmm.no. Dad wants mommy to always be 'happy'.. " I deliberately emphasized the word happy while glancing at his face.

He lowered his head not daring to look at me. I lethargicly stepped into the room.

I observed the state of our room that I had left long ago. For a moment, I glanced towards the door of the room which was now back as good as before. Nothing has changed, only now there is a cot there.

" Where is Fika..? " my eyes wobbly looking - find my beautiful daughter when I don't find her in her bed.

" Fika's sister is brought with her old mama, Mah." explained Fadil.

Before long Lela's brother came while holding Fika. My tears broke when I met my baby. I never stopped kissing her face that was more adorable until - until my baby was crying because of annoyance. I laughed when I saw his funny expression when I was angry.

" Asthma, this is milk." Sister Lela handed me the bottle of Afika's milk "I'm sorry, I gave her the formula because at that time she cried constantly because she was thirsty and hungry" said Lela. I nodded to understand Fika's condition which must have been then continued - constantly crying from hunger and thirst, while her mother was helpless because of the accident she had.

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The days passed quickly as I was recovering. Without feeling like I have spent three months - a very difficult time for me to make me almost desperate. Just imagine, to take care of myself I was in trouble, what else to hold my daughter while crying. Mama or Syafrie did it. I often cry silently - silent because I feel useless.

My son is now entering the sixth month. Now it has been helped with food companion. I still give exclusive. Thank God, even though he had time to drink formula milk, but Afika still wanted to suckle me. Although at first my milk did not flow because it was not sucked for long. But now my water is back.

That afternoon, I was in the room with Afika. After work, Syafrie immediately bathed Afika. I'm still in charge of dressing up Afika. The more days my little daughter gets the smarter she gets. He is experiencing very rapid growth and development.

One more thing, Afika's teeth have started to grow. Until a few days ago, my baby had a fever and fuss.

When she finished, Syafrie held her baby again while waiting for me to finish making food for our baby. As Asi's companion, I gave him an additional meal in the form of instant milk porridge under the brand C. I chose the taste of the milk banana because it seemed Afika liked the taste of it.

Syafrie immediately fed Afika while I prepared - ready to take a shower. I usually take a shower after I finish taking care of my baby. But today, since there was a Shafrie feeding Afika, I had the opportunity to take a bath. I did all of that without saying much. Only hands work, my mouth is locked tightly.

If in the past after giving birth Syafrie irit talk to me, then now I'm the one who is ironic talk to him. Since returning from the hospital about three months ago, I can count on the finger I spoke to the man.

It's nothing, I still have the hurt and heartache of being treated by me in the name of 'Delicious as Haris' .

" You want to take a shower...? " Syafrie rebuked me when she saw that I was limping - limping to drag my steps next to the stick. Yes, now I just use my wand to help me walk. I always try hard not to depend on the house guy.

" Yes." I replied briefly as I continued to step into the bathroom.

" Let me help... " Syafrie put Fika on her bed and hurried to walk over to me to help me.

" No need to help me, I can do it myself. Just keep feeding Afika.." I said coldly.

" Why are you always like this. It's slippery in there. If you slip a little can be fatal for you. Your head can be hit by tiles. "

" I know, I'll be careful. Thank you for reminding me. "I said as I passed into the bathroom accompanied by a deep breath by Syafrie.

I still saw Syafrie in the room when I came out of the bathroom. Apparently the man had not yet moved from there, but I was not yet dressed. I forgot to bring a change of clothes when I went to the bathroom. So I had to put my clothes back on before I took a shower.

" Isn't that the shirt you were wearing? Is your shirt stock up? "

I just kept quiet and continued to step back - limping towards the wardrobe that was beside the bed.

I just shut up and took my clothes and walked back to the bathroom. But a burly hand blocked the side of my arm, restraining my steps from going straight to the bathroom. " I'll help you put it up here, just.. " I am silent, though. Not moving and not moving.

" Why silence? Are you feeling ashamed? There's no shame, we're husband and wife..After all I've seen it all" Syafrie replied with a smile. Then his hand moved about to undress on my body. But I brushed her hand violently.

" Stop acting like you care about me. I don't want you to feel sorry for. If you don't want me, I ask you to divorce me now... "

Fadil and Fika's father looked at me with a hard-to-understand look. Slowly she guided my hand "Sit down first. Please calm yourself. How do you talk if you're still angry like this..? " He sat me on the edge of the bed. Close to the bed Afika who apparently finished feeding. The cute baby looked calm playing with the second time raised to the top.

I looked away as the man turned to look at me. " Not to be alkaline anymore. Right now, just drop your talaq on me. I'm already ready... "

" Asthma,....Why do you talk like that? "

" So what did you mean to ask Mas Haris to come back to me.? "

" Athaghfirullah's... Asthma, is that the problem? I thought you'd forgotten about it. "

" It's easy to say to forget all that. I feel it, Syafrie. Not you. You played with my feelings. Do you think I'm a transferable piece of junk? What do you think I am, huh? "

" Asthma... "

" Asthma...Asthma...! No more saying my name, asshole.. ! " my hands clenched because they had been holding back emotions. I want to spit out all the old uneg buried in my heart. The longer, the more excruciating it feels, if it has to linger - long harboring it in the heart.

A moment of silence between us. Also Afika whom I no longer hear her voice. I looked into Afika's bed to find out. Apparently he's asleep.

I walked away from that place. Don't want to make a scene. The safest place, in the bathroom. I was crying all over there. It hurts my heart.

" Asthma.... " That guy was already behind me.

" Why else did you come here, Syafrie..? Isn't it enough to make me cry?" I wiped my tears and washed my face with water. " You were sweet in front of me but it turned out to be all fake. Wife darling. Which wife?..a cat... Syafrie. In fact, the ends you throw me back again. Once you get what you want. Like that, isn't it, honorable Lord Syafrie? " my words flowed without pause. Like a super-lightning train. My breath was stingy - stingy.

" Hmm... Who dumped who? I thought I'd be dumped soon? " that sentence hit my hearing even though it was spoken barely even inaudible.

My chest rumbled with emotion. My anger boils down to the ubun - ubun. I turned to look at him. This man was the one who arranged my meeting with Mas Haris. He also asked Mas Haris and I to get back together. But why is he now playing the role as if I had kicked him out of our domestic life. This guy is really good at role-playing.

I can no longer speak. Trudgingly I stepped away from Syafrie. It was useless talking to that guy. I better just go. Mumpung is still sane. If I stay here for a long time, I'll go crazy.

But just now I wanted to pack all my things, Syafrie pulled my hand from behind. I almost fell in a gunshot if he hadn't hurriedly caught my body. " You've always been like this. I told you.. Let's talk..! "

" Want to talk about what? talking about the sacredness of your heart that intends to return me to Haris, yes? You want me to thank you? Worship all your kindness? Syafrie... Thank you for being so kind as to give me back to the person you have taken. Didn't he?

You want me to, asshole? " I was so angry that I subconsciously pushed Syafrie's body hard.

Got a sudden attack, making Fadil and Fika's father unable to maintain balance until finally fell to the floor.

However, for God's sake I clearly saw a sinister pull painted on the corner of his lips. Like he was mocking me. Mocking myself who was unable to control my emotions.

" I hate you, Syafrie. "my hiss is full of anger.

" Don't you always hate me? "

" Today I hate you even more." My fizz is getting angry.

He nodded - nodding like he understood something. Damn it.... What does he understand..?

I'll be fine without him. I'll be fine - words - words that's what I always put in my head even though the oath of death actually I'm not willing. My head is dizzy, like it's about to break. Syafrie really makes me feel like a crazy person.

Syafrie's head fell down deeply. The two fingers are linked to each other. Her eyes are staring at me.

" Asma... If Haris can make you happy in the future, then I'm glad you're with him." Syafrie said it while looking at me. There was no clear grain coming out of the corner of his eye. There was also no sound that vibrated. Syafrie said everything confidently and steadily.

Instantly I felt a hollowness in my heart. Like something was interested from there.

" Is that so..? " my voice is shaking. There are dew ripples in my eyes. The anger that had been rolling in my heart now disappeared somewhere. Replacing with sadness in the heart.

The mother-in-law's words seemed to hint at me how much she didn't want me anymore.

He really dumped me...

My heart. It hurts so much. Like being hit by a giant hammer. Shame and humiliation, this is the third time Syafrie has appeared to me.

Oh, my God. My heart hurts so much.