RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 89

I finally decided to go and find my own happiness. Even though my divorce lawsuit hasn't broken up yet.

I've asked a friend to help take care of all my divorce lawsuit issues with Brother Jubair.

Dertttt. I woke up from the daydream. Turns out a video call came in .

Degs.....

I read the name on the phone screen.

Mr. Haris.....????

What's the night like, Mr. Haris called me for? Where's the video call again. Rushing I swiped the blue button on my phone screen for the call to connect.

" Hello., Assalamu'alaikum. "I said a nervous greeting. Naturally, only this time the man who is my boss called me at night - night like this. We are not too familiar after all.

( Wa'alaikumussalam. Sorry, did my phone bother you?) he asked as soon as our phone screen was connected.

" No, Sir. I haven't slept either." I replied feeling bad hearing Mr. Haris' question.

His forehead was wrinkled at my last words ( Wh why? Is there something that bothers your mind? )

I shook my head quickly. How could I honestly tell the man that I just cried over a memory of my past.

" I'm just feeling homesick. But it is true, I am longing for my hometown which is full of bitter memories and sweet sheets of my life in the past.

(Oh, ..kirain misses his girlfriend.) said Mr. Haris across the street with his little laugh. I was caught hearing his words. What does it mean that the man said that. Is he fishing in the aquarium water?

" I don't have a girlfriend, sir." I replied a little sewot. Boro - boro girlfriend, had thought to make nyari just not. I am still a little traumatized to re-establish a relationship with a man because my experience with Jubair in the past taught me what it means to be free.

Mr. Haris chuckled again on the other end of the phone. (Yes, don't be angry, either.. Are you sure you don't want a story?)

I was stunned to hear his offer. Time yes.I told you about the past half-dead I saved to that man. Hello... Who is he? He's just my boss. My best friend's ex-lover. What happens if I end up being a baper myself when later the man is pretentious - pretentious attention to me. No. I don't want old history to repeat itself. What would happen if past stories such as the story of me and Jubair repeated? I was a little ogah - ogahan finally received the man's call. I don't know.

(Sani.... Are you still there? )

" Eh. yes, sir. What do you need to contact me? " God....What if I get annoyed with the phone...? I pray that he won't be angry with my question just now.

(" Uh.., sorry. I'm bothering you, huh? " )

" No, just a little wonder, "I answered looking for an excuse. I cursed out my mouth which let loosely ask.

(Just want to make sure I pick you up at what time? )

My forehead was wrinkled to hear a question from him. It's weird. Isn't the one who taught me to go to his ex's wedding party is him? why is it like I'm the one who asked? Why should I decide the time?

" It's up to you. Isn't that why there is a father? " answer.

(Yes, is that it? All right, let's go at nine in the morning, shall we? Or parts, huh? All right.. ten o'clock if that's it? )

" Well, Father tomorrow can pick me up at ten. "I replied later.

(Sani, thank you, yeah?....)

" Heem.... "

(Sani's.).

" Yes, what's up, sir.... " Geez, why is it, my mouth.

(Are you okay? ...)

" Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I just feel a little unwell and unwell. What did you say?"

(No, I'm just saying, please don't call me by your call. I'm looking old, aren't I? )

Oh... geez... markonah*!!!

I patted the pissed-off eel. That guy, why the hell, where - anywhere is the same. If you have faced a girl, her ego does not want to be defeated. Apparently he did not want to be considered old and did not deserve the same path as young women. Huh. My prank was to prank my boss.

" But you're old, right? Especially in the office, my father is my boss. So it is only natural that I call him Father. Do you mind that call? "

(Eh.. not really. But.. time anyway, I've been faithful to it, Sani? )

I smiled to myself imagining Mr. Haris's face that must be red and misbehaved. It could be that he immediately looked for a mirror to just look at himself to check the truth of my words.

(Sani. What will happen later if Isna hears you calling me with the call 'Sir'. Later he can - he can think our relationship is only superiors and subordinates. )

" Loh.... But it's true, right..? Tomorrow is my boss. So our relationship is purely limited to the relationship between the subordinates and the upper."

Silence..there is no word from Mr. Haris. Maybe the man was thinking about my words. I smiled to myself as I played the tip of my pajamas.

" Greetings waalaikum" I replied, closing and throwing my phone on the bed. It didn't take long, I ended up sleeping too. Maybe because tired all day work then had to accompany Mas Haris street to look for clothes.

The next day I woke up a little bit. My phone rang continuously since then. Who the hell is a nosy person in the morning - gini has called and sent a chat to me. I was upset because I felt noisy.

I ignored my phone and decided to get up to the bathroom with no intention of seeing who was sending the message.

Alaaahhhh. In this world who knows my number can be counted on the fingers. It's nothing, I'm afraid that there's a Jubair family who can track me down and drag me back to the village. It could be all messed up.

I feel like my bones are all crumbling. I almost hit the bathroom door because I was still a little sleepy.

After the shower I put on clothes. I opened my phone to look at the clock and peek at the incoming messages. Gosh, it's almost half ten....

Scroll unread message from Mr. Haris. (Sani.are you ready? )

Oh, my God. I patted the jidat. Bego. What time is it....?

I dressed and dressed in fast and furious fashion. I wear the clothes that Mas Haris chose for me yesterday. Don't forget to wear the color hijab in line with my clothes.

I dress up as a natural as possible so as not to impress menor and attract attention. Last time I snatched the box containing the bag and also the shoes of Mr. Haris. Perfectly...

I glanced back at the clock on my phone. Ten o'clock pas....! I'm done dressing up. I was satisfied looking in the mirror. It's pretty.....! I commend myself. Hehe.... Saniah is beautiful, Jubair is the one with his eyes.

My phone rang back. A message is sent through the Whatsapp application.

(I'm in front of the house.)

I smiled after reading the chat, then hurried to step into the living room.

" Assalamu'alaikum...." I heard greetings from outside.

" Walaikum salam. "sahutku while reaching for the doorknob.

The door opened and I saw Mr. Haris standing at the door. The man was a little surprised when he saw my appearance. For a moment, the man just kept staring at me.

" Sir, so no? ... Sir. "call me.

Mr. Haris looks flabbergasted. " Eh, yes. Let's go now. "take her later. After locking the door, I walked after Mr. Haris who had walked in front first.

Mr. Haris opened the car door and led me into his car. After that, we both skated to the event venue.

Arriving at the party venue, the atmosphere there already looks crowded. I was a little nervous when Mr. Haris reached out his hand and took my hand to enter the wedding tent. Some of the guests were seen looking at us while whispering - whispering staring at me.

From afar, the bride's pair of eyes watched us with unblinking eyes. I know, Mr. Haris' ex-lover must have thought I was Mr. Haris' new girlfriend.

With full confidence, Mr. Haris walked towards the pelaminan with his hand still holding me. I got more nervous as our distance to the two brides got closer. My hands are sweating cold. My heart is beating faster.

" Congratulations, Isna. Mas do'ain may last until old age " said Mr. Haris to Isna.

" Thank you, Mas. "reply back Isna with trembling lips. There was a half-dead clear ripple he was holding. I actually can't bear it. Honestly, I've felt in his position. And it feels really excruciating.

I smiled sweetly at the bride. " Congratulations, Ma'am." I said.

His eyes were staring at Mr. Haris. As if understanding Mr. Haris then nods to me. " Oh, yeah. Meet Sani, she's my future wife... "

The Duarrrr.......

I was shocked to death......

Isna's face was pale as an undead....

His lips trembled and there was a slow clearness - the ground fell on the corner of his eye.

I looked at Mr. Haris, hoping for an explanation through his eyes. But the man was flinching. He calmly took my hand and passed from before the two brides.

Throughout our existence at the party, Isna's gaze never escaped us. Until - until I became uncomfortable and misbehaved.

" Dear, what do you want to eat, I'll get you, okay? "

What..? Darling..? Jeez.. This doesn't exist in any scenario or agreement. What does Mr. Haris mean call me by call dear...? Does he mean to make Isna really believe that we are lovers or something else.

I can only nod. "Well, you wait for me here, yeah..!I'll get food for both of us... "

After Mr. Haris died, I was alone. I still can't believe why I got to this place. Acting as her pretended lover Mr. Haris.

" Sani...... "

I looked up when someone called my name....

What....? Why is he in this place?