RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 9

The sound of alarm from my wake woke me from my subconscious. I don't know how long I've been cowering over my bed. I wrote the time on my phone. At 03:40 in the morning.

My stomach rang for stuffing and the thirst that choked my neck forced me to get out of this room. I need water to wet the dryness of the esophagus by thirst.

But it feels lazy to think that out there I have to look again at the man's face.

After confirming myself that the man was probably asleep, I shuffled out of the room. I walked in tiptoes and barefoot so that the sound of my footsteps could not be heard by him. I don't care about the cold cement floor stabbing my elbow leg.

The kitchen lights were deliberately left to keep them on. The dim kitchen lights are still useful to illuminate my footsteps so as not to stumble when passing through the room. The lights in this house use solar power, because during my stay in this village, we have not known electricity.

I can imagine that most of the people around my village are using solar lighting.

I looked around the kitchen. The kitchen in my mother's house was clad in neat wooden meranti. Unlike the living room up to the family room built entirely of concrete walls and ceramic.

My kitchen is very simple. Just like the living room, the kitchen walls are also painted with the same color, white. The kitchen floor is also made of wood and coated by a white plastic carpet patterned with flowers - small flowers.

There are no fancy furniture in your kitchen. Only a rectangular table made of wood covered with a tablecloth and a round serving hood made of iron.

There is also no expensive cooking furniture like the kitchen in the city. The kitchen impressed mom. My eyes were fixed on the refrigerator next to the entrance to the kitchen.

I stepped closer to the refrigerator and immediately opened the refrigerator door and quenched my thirst. Arghh.

Suddenly I froze. The water that has entered flows back through the nose. I choked to realize that there was someone standing in front of me.

Since when was that wicked man here? my thinking. In the dim light of the kitchen lamp I could see his gaze staring intently at me.

The silhouette of the face that I used to be so valued, was still perfectly sculpted. I could clearly see his chin split in the dim light bias of the lamp.

Milk chocolate tool pants and a black t-shirt bearing the "Difficult' she was wearing wrapped around her stocky body. In the past. the body was thin and tall with a flaky hairstyle that became its mainstay. He is still handsome as before, but now more impressed mature and mature.

Jeez..... What have I done? Why I admire this man. My brain is not sane. A long time ago, maybe my heart would have rippled when I saw him looking at me meaningfully like this. But now there is my heart that is turbulent filled with hatred so it feels like I want to come to him and slash his neck until it breaks.

I quickly closed the refrigerator door and chose to go back to the room.

" You're hauss?" his heavy voice asked as I passed through his body.

I stopped my steps. Shafrie, his eyes are blind. Obviously I drank water instead of eating the food she gave me, why ask again if I was thirsty or not.

" Yes, I'm thirsty to drink your blood and that of your woman now! What do you want? " my ketus when answering his stupid question.

" Sorry..! "

A word that came out of Syafrie's mouth made a receding rage that had once been sticking out again.

" I miss. no. No. but very much. I miss you Asthma until it feels like my chest is about to break by the crush."

Hearing him say it made the blood on my crown boil again. The betrayal wound he had scratched in my heart came back to bleed.

I grinned, letting out a smile of ridicule. I wanted to show him how much I hate him. So big..... so passionate ..... that it feels like I want to tear her body apart right now.

In my heart I sneered and scorned him. Syafrie... Syafrie ... those words don't fit out of your mouth, my teasing was full of rubbing. A dholim man and a bad man like himself are perfectly suited to cruel expressions and do not care about the feelings of others, as he used to be when he cruelly abandoned me and married that damn woman, I cursed him in my heart until seven generations. Burn in eternal hell.

What did he expect from her words? Does he wish that I was touched and ran into his arms spilling all the yearning. Wish you were Syafrie. Where would I do all that.

I put my foot away leaving her. No matter what he looked at me with a pleading gaze. What care? Please drown and die of longing and regret. That may be the only way I can forgive you. That too if you can....

I told him that my hate was no longer red, but like the color change of the identity of the covid - 19 the color changed from red to purple and then the worst to black. Black as dark as night.

You could say, no apologies to you, Syafrie. I sighed deeply, trying to hold myself back from hitting him. I was quite embarrassed when I realized that it turns out that the escape time of ten years does not make Asthma can control themselves and be mature in dealing with it.

Arriving at the room, I threw myself in the bed. My fatigue is not lost yet, but why can't I sleep well after the fatigue of a long journey.

My eyes were again pounded on the frame displayed on the study table. The expression of the man smiling happily was inversely proportional to the expression I had just seen earlier. The happy smile of the man as captured through the camera.

If you follow my heart, I want it to feel like I just slammed the frame. However, my little heart forbids. It is the same as showing my weakness to them. Don't let them know that you're hurting.

No. gabe.... The current asthma will not be weak.... I've removed the name Syafrie from my heart. So I don't care about anything he does anymore. I think I killed it all over. I closed my eyes.....

However, I was also unable to eliminate the millions of questions in my mind.

The man had insulted me by bringing the girl to live in my house.

Why did my mother and sister not forbid it. Are they also now turning to fellowship with the man out of anger with my long and unheard of departure. Because I know, they used to hate that guy just as much as I do.

Why did they let the man and his son stay in this house. Where's wife? Or don't - don't the one I'm resting in is their room?.. But why was the photo inside the frame there only the man and the boy whose face was similar to Syafrie. I glanced around. Did I enter the house wrong. Don't don't this isn't the mother's house but the man's and his wife's. Mampusss......If this is the case, what should I do?

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The sound of azan in Surau, located not far from my mother's house, forced me to wake up and wake up from my sleep. Fatigue and tired from travel and lack of sleep made me feel my head was dizzy and my body was limp.

Holding onto the bed rest, I forced myself to get up. My hand held onto the wall and walked down the wall holding on.

Apparently, unknowingly I ended up falling asleep as well. Maybe this is the effect of fatigue and anger on Jahanam Syafrie. I slept until dawn.

Slowly, I opened the blue curtain that became the curtain on the window of this room. It still looks dark. It's five in the morning. It was still very early in the morning, but I saw the shadow of some passing people about to head to a small surau near my house. After being satisfied to look - look for a while, I decided to drag my step into the bathroom.

The bathroom door opened, showing the face of the man I hated the most in the world. He walked out of the bathroom drying his wet hair with a brown towel while stepping towards the mirror next to the refrigerator.

I grimaced when I saw him wearing only a boxer and a small towel wrapped around his neck. Had he broken his shame veins during his stay at my house. He forgot my presence in this house. Basic self-knowledge.

Our eyes met as he walked past me. I don't care about his gaze anymore - again full of hope and longing. Sick of me. Everything I see in him is all wrong. I don't give a shit... Walking past him and intending to go into the bathroom with a flash of my heart rage.

" You know that the dawn prayer with the husband or wife, can establish harmony and harmony of married couples. Do you mind if we pray together! " take the man to me, I responded by sneering a loud snort.

A very loud bathroom door slam seemed to answer the invitation of the jerk from me. I don't want to know how his face looks!

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