RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 90

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?

I don't want to believe my hearing. No. All this is just a dream. Jubair doesn't really exist, I thought.

" Saniah.... Is that really you..? "

Inevitably I finally turned my head and found the man who met him was the thing I should avoid standing straight in front of me.

Jubeir...... !!! What'd that guy want to be at this party?

I couldn't keep my mouth shut because I was so shocked. Oh, my God, what dream was I last night.

Is it because last night I thought back to the past that this is what I got?

My knees are weak. I feel unable to stand up again until my body feels good and wants to fall. Fortunately, a sturdy hand managed to support my body until I survived the embarrassment of falling in the party crowd.

Mr. Haris looked at me with a worried look. "Are you okay? "

I nodded weakly as I did not want to make him worry more. I glanced behind Mr. Haris. Jubair's shadow is no longer visible.

The man then led me to sit in one of the available guest chairs. He threw a glass of bottled water at me. I accepted it and immediately sipped the contents up the toilet.

" Other....? " Mister Haris again offered the same glass of drinking water. I'm shaking. " That's enough.. "

The man still looked at me with a worried look.

" Are you really not papa? "

I nodded my head. " I'm not papa, just a little dizzy. Is 'Gold' still here long? "

I don't know what wind? I suddenly called Mr. Haris with the call 'Mas'. The man smiled when he heard me call him that for the first time.

" why? Do you feel uncomfortable with your bride? Jealousy, heh?.. heh,? " Mister Haris lowered his eyebrows while smiling seductively.

" No. I just don't feel well. Suddenly my body is merry, Mommy." I said.

Suddenly, the man's hand was already stretched out onto my forehead. " Jeez, Sani. Your body is hot. "the screech is stuck. Panic instantly adorned the man's face.

Hurry up he pulled my hand walking to near the stage. Approaching a woman and who seems to be talking to someone.

Deg. My legs suddenly stiffened. It was as if there were thousands of cubic meters of cement mortar stuffed on my feet so heavy it felt like my feet were to step forward. I just stuck to where I stood. The woman was talking to Jubair.

" Aunty, I'll go home first. My boyfriend suddenly got sick. I'm taking her to the doctor. " Apparently that woman is Haris's aunt.

" Loh.... Did you come here with your boyfriend, Ris? Why don't you know Auntie, anyway. You bad boy... "

" I forgot auntie. After all, if it was the same Sani I forgot my surroundings. "joked Mr. Haris. The man then took my hand and invited me to meet his aunt.

" Aunty, meet, this is Sani. Sani, this is aunt Melda. She's my mother's sister... "

I'm trying to give the sweetest smile to Aunt Haris. Then I politely grabbed and kissed the woman's hand.

" I'm Sani, auntie." said I introduce myself clumsily. Jubair who became aunt Melda's interlocutor did not blink looking at me.

" It's so pretty. It turns out we're smart to find a boyfriend, Ris. Quickly apply to his parents. Remember that you are no longer young. Don't think about much more consideration. End - end as yesterday." said aunt Melda while glancing towards Mr. Haris. I know who this woman means.

Mr. Haris chuckled while embracing my body. I became misbehaved because of Mr. Haris' treatment like that. Moreover, Jubair's eyes look like he was about to swallow me round - round.

" Oh, yeah. Until forget. Meet this Jubair. He's the nephew of aunty's husband."

Mr. Haris directly extended his hand to shake hands with Jubair.

" Haris... " Mister Haris introduced himself to Jubair. Jubair received a helping hand from Mr. Haris with a half-imposed smile. While his eyes won't be out of me.

" And this woman is my future wife" said Mr. Haris, introducing me to Jubair. He seemed to want to tell Jubair that he saw unblinkingly looking at me that I was his.

It was seen Jubair extending his hand to me. I sighed deeply and I was forced to accept Jubair's hand.

" Jubayr.. "

Funny, as if we were two strangers who never met and knew each other.

" Mas, come on. "my whine is spoiled. I did deliberately show Jubair that I am really the future wife of Mr. Haris. Let the man know his taste and self-consciousness.

" Oh, yeah. Sorry, aunt... Haris came home first, yes, because it looks like Sani can't take it anymore. Body until fever... "

Aunt Melda and Jubair were seen nodding their heads. Even the implied attitude of Jubair who worried about me through his eyes. But I don't care anymore. There was nothing left in this heart for him.

Mr. Haris took my hand to leave the wedding party with Jubair's eyes, which now had his jaw hardened.

In the car, we were both silent. Busy with their own thoughts.

Mr. Haris was focused on driving, while I was immersed in my own thoughts.

" Sorry.... "

" Heh..? What..? " i looked towards Mr. Haris. I didn't pay much attention to what he said because my mind was somewhere.

" I'm sorry to introduce you as my future wife, at the party"." he said in earnest.

I took a deep breath and smiled.

"It's okay, sir... "

" Please, I'd rather call you back at the party.. "

" It's okay, Mom. I can understand, really. I know and am used to this kind of thing. I know what we're doing is just pretending, "I said, throwing my eyes out the window.

Smell it up, like it used to. My situation hasn't changed like it used to. Again, I performed in front of people. If I used to play the role of a happy wife Jubair, then now I play the role of a happy lover Mr. Haris.

Mr. Haris suddenly stopped his car on the side of the road. Then he stared hard at me.

"What do you mean that you are used to such a thing..? "

I stammered wrongly. I forgot that this man before me was no ordinary man. He's my boss who definitely has a thinner brain than me. Surely he smelled the awkwardness behind the words I just said. Stupid me....

" No, Sir. I don't have any meaning - what. I just mispronounced. I'm sorry, sir.. " Because I was nervous I called Mr. Haris again with the call 'Sir'.

" No, you have to explain to me what it means that you're used to it. Do you often pretend to be someone else's lover? Or are you often disappointed by others? "

I shook weakly. " I am not disappointed by anyone, "I replied.

" Don't keep that lie to yourself, Sani. Who's he...? "

" What does Mr. Haris mean? " i really don't think it out. What does this guy want. Why did he want to know what had happened to me.

Mr. Haris seemed to be sighing long. " Oh, let's get down. We've arrived at the clinic... "

I also finally came down to follow the steps of Mr. Haris who had walked first into the clinic.

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I woke up from sleep when I heard a ringtone ringing call coming in for me. After coming home from the clinic this afternoon, I went straight to sleep. Tiredness and also the condition of the body that is not healthy is the reason for Mr. Haris increasingly being over considerate of me. So, after returning from the clinic, the man immediately told me to rest.

" Go in and rest, Sani. I'll see you later tonight. I want to make sure you're okay.

Eit. Remember I'm your boss, you know, "he said as my mouth opened to protest.

I glanced at my phone. A video call came in from Mr. Haris's number. I immediately pressed the blue button on my phone screen and the call was instantly connected.

" You're up? "

" Yes, sir. uh, Mas.. " I was embarrassed when I called the man. I still feel awkward about that call.

" I'll be there in a minute. Wait a minute, yeah.. "

After that the call ends unilaterally. Loh......

What does that mean by the words 'I'm going there', meaning my house? Night - night like this? Suddenly I want to disappear from here.