RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 82

"Yes, and I also decided to move to the city alone and look for my own happiness, Asma. Like you, you can be yourself and find your happiness without being a burden to my parents."

" okay, I support you. "i'm happy. Fucking Asthma's best friend.

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Along the way between Likes of Grace - Samarinda, I don't stop to smile. The happy light was clearly on my face. It's nothing, my heart feels really good because it remembers the story of Saniah yesterday.

Syafrie who was driving the car next to me looked astonished by my behavior. Maybe he thought, tumben once today his wife looked bright and very excited.

"'Asma, what else is in your head. I'm afraid that you're having demons in this place" he said, glancing at me who was holding Fika. While Fadil, my eldest son was busy playing his gadget next to me.

" Ahh. Can't what, see others happy, little? There's nothing - what. I'm just happy with Saniah's change."

" Saniah.... What's wrong with your friend?" back Syafrie felt astonished.

" There is, deh. "my answer is still with a dikulum smile.

" Mamah. mamah, this morning Fadil met with aunt Niah. Looks like Aunt Niah is going far. You see he had a big suitcase." chirped my eldest son suddenly.

" Oh.., yeah? Did you really see Aunt Niah this morning?" I looked towards him. My eldest son must have shaken his head with certainty." Yes, Mah."

" Oh...Maybe Aunt Niah is tired and tired of living in this village. Eat the heart continue." I chimed in while glancing at Fadil's father who was focusing on driving. The Syafrie I was sending seemed to curl up next to her eyebrows high and then turned to me for a moment. Seeing me smile mysteriously he then said.

" I'm horrified to see your smile, Asma. Looks like you're planning something. I hope it's not a bad thing anymore" Syafrie said as she glanced at me.

" Why are you saying that, Syafrie?" I turned to him with a flaming look, not accepting Syafrie's accusation.

" Tuh, right. The habit is right to call a husband, it always is. Sins Asthma, get used to it, baby.. "

" Yes, Honey, honey. But I can't accept that you say that either. It's like I'm a repeat criminal." I protested.

Syafrie chuckled at my words. Next to her outstretched hand rubbed my head covered in a toska-colored hijab. " I'm sorry, my dear Asthma. I just don't want anything to happen to Fadil's beautiful mother." His hand then grabbed my hand and kissed it softly. "already, yes. Don't upset. "

I sighed and nodded. "Saniah is getting divorced from Jubair. He has filed for divorce in court. And now it's still in process." I told Syafrie.

For a moment, the man who was now Fadil and Dika's father fell silent. He refocused on driving. The atmosphere became momentarily silent.

" Did Saniah's departure today have anything to do with your story? " he asked with heart after glancing at me who was now playing with Fika.

" Hm... "

Silent again. Not long after, Syafrie stopped our vehicle in front of a restaurant in front of Pir. He opened the car door and stepped down and walked next door. Open the car door for me.

" We'll rest for a while. Do you want to eat something? " He helped Fadil get out of the car and took Fika from my sling. I glanced towards the signboard that was plastered to see the menu offered.

" I want to eat meatballs, "I replied. I really like that one food especially if I am traveling like this, because it makes my bad stomach become relieved and warm.

We walked into the restaurant and took a seat at the table near the entrance.

" Fadil what do you want to eat? " me ask my son who is sitting sweetly next to me. " Fadil wants meatballs too, mah." she replied.

A servant came near us.

" What message do you want, sir? " tanyanya is friendly.

" I ordered coffee and fried rice. Then for my wife, she wants meatballs and.... " He stopped his words. "Drink what, baby? "

" I want some orange ice. If Fadil...? " I asked Syafrie's son. "Fadil wants iced oranges too, mah."

" Okay, mbak, meatballs two and iced oranges are also her, huh. "

" Well, so the order is one coffee, fried rice, two meatballs and two orange ice, huh sir? " the waiter mentioned our order and then passed politely.

While waiting for orders, Syafrie played with Fika and Fadil. While I was, I pulled out my phone and took a selfie with Syafrie playing with Fadil and Fika. Then write the caption "Otw towards Melak with family. "complete with emoticons love and smile. Then make it status on my Whatsapp and Facebook.

Before long, various comments have been logged into my account from both social media.

" It hurts to see all this, but I'm glad to see you're finally happy with him. "

A comment came in on my Facebook account.

I didn't respond because I know who wrote that comment.

Before long, a Chat entered into my personal Whatsapp.

" Are you happy? Have you forgotten me? "

Again I ignored the chat and chose to delete both chats in both my accounts and then deactivate my data. To be honest, I felt a little careless with the two chats.

" yes. I'm fine - what. Just pissed off."

" Essified...sama? "

" Ordinary, prankster." I replied of origin.

Syafrie fell silent and resumed playing with our two sons and daughters. Shortly after, our order arrived. We ate the food we ordered because we were hungry.

after eating, I reactivated my data to call my mom. I remembered that I had not put my clothesline when I was leaving because of hunting. So I called my mom to ask her to help me lift my clothesline because I saw it in the sky was black.

" I can't forget you. Can you forget me? " back the same chat goes to my personal Whatsapp.

I took a pissed breath and moved to delete the chat and deactivate my data again. However, Syafrie swiftly took the phone in my hand and read the chat. His face was expressionless.

" Are you bothered by this chat." I nodded in agreement. I saw him then mess up my phone and then hand it back to me.

" I've blocked the number from your WhatsApp. Your friends are on Facebook too. Do you mind that? " he asked while looking at my face.

I shook my head then walked ahead of Syafrie towards our car. Syafrie opened the car door and led me up to the car. After handing Fika over she then helped my son Fadil to get in the car.

" Are you angry....? " he asked after we were in the car.

" No. I also don't feel comfortable receiving SMS from him."

" What that means is that you've forgotten it... "

I shook my head. " I don't know, but I don't miss Mas Haris anymore. I feel comfortable and at ease with you and our children" I replied.

Syafrie looked at me for a long time. Then grab me in his arms. We hugged for quite a while. I broke free from Syafrie's embrace after noticing that there were several pairs of eyes looking at us.

" Why...? " ask Syafrie with a seductive smile.

" I'm ashamed"

Syafrie chuckled then started running the car. Throughout our journey, he occasionally clasped my hand if not busy holding Fika.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, we arrived at Tenggarong. Since it was late at night, we decided to look for an inn. We then decided to go to the inn that Syafrie and I had been to first. Lucky because in the inn was available a double bed.So we booked a room with a double bed.

Our room is located on the first floor, so we do not have to be difficult to lift things up. After cleaning himself, Fadil then immediately lay down on the mattress. Shortly thereafter the boy fell asleep from exhaustion. So too with my daughter Fika. My beautiful baby fell asleep as I laid it down next to her brother.

I put my ass on the bed. After replying to some chat I put the phone next to the bed. Tiredness makes me just throw my body into bed.

" Asthma.... " Syafrie sat on the edge of the bed. He hugged my body from behind.

" Hm.... "

" Face here first. I want to say something, "he said as he turned my body towards her.

" What...? " i asked while turning to look at him.

" I want you to answer honestly. Aren't you angry that I blocked Haris's number and deleted your social media friends? "

" No. "I answered quickly.

" You can remove Marina's number from my contact if you feel uncomfortable with it. I will also ask and ask permission first with you if I want to meet her" Syafrie said solemnly as she looked at my face.

" I don't think it's necessary. I believe you certainly don't want to make me go berserk and ruin your ex-wife's house for the second time, do you? " my god while smiling.

He pinched my nose with a squash. "Asma.

" I love you too, Syafrie." I replied. This is the first time I've ever returned Syafrie's love words in earnest.

Syafrie's eyes glistened at my reply." Thank you for giving me the chance. Thank you for loving me back, "he said as he kissed the tip of my head and lastly his lips were anchored on mine. Long and deep.

I was drowning in our friendly kiss. Until I don't know who started, but that night in the same place, we returned through a hot night by sharing sweat and breath hunting. But this time I did it in a conscious state without the influence of drugs and gave myself wholeheartedly to my husband. The husband I had returned. Who still loves me with the same love as before.

I smiled happily. Now I understand why my mom and my whole family were desperate to ask me to remarry with Syafrie. It turned out that they knew, what and how Syafrie loved me.

I also now realize that the words of Syafrie are true. That behind my mountain-high hatred, there was Syafrie still enthroned there, occupying my heart in a place hidden in the deepest corner.

In Shafrielah's arms, I was. I know, there's no one - who's between us. There is only me, him and our little family.

" Silver... "

" Hmmm.... What? "

" I'm two weeks late.... "