RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 92

" Come home, Niah..! Your father is sick."

Deg......

My heart stopped beating. Is my father really sick? Or is it just the wits of this man, that I may be moved home to meet my Father.

I tried to be quiet and ignored the man's words. Let's just say I was sleeping and didn't hear what he said.

" I know you're neither sleeping nor deaf, Niah. Go home, or you'll regret it later. "his words are soft and almost inaudible, yet can still be heard by my ears and full of emphasis.

I couldn't stand it anymore and had to turn around, no longer turning my back. I cast a murderous and raining gaze into the man's bead.

"Don't try to threaten me, brother. I don't hesitate to drive you out of here right now, Brother "bluff me violently. I've had patience with that selfless man.

The reason I went this far was to avoid myself from a shameless and self-destructive man like Jubair.

Silence - silent I regret going to the wedding yesterday if only I knew if I would meet the ancient man I would not want even though I would punish God for having to break the promise the Mas Haris.

Czechs....

The door of the room opens. The figure of Mas Haris appeared in front of the door with a wide smile. In his hands carrying a medicine bag and also a black crackle.

"Sani, I've taken care of your administration. Oh, ja. I have good news, tomorrow if there is any development regarding your health then tomorrow the day after tomorrow you can go home said the doctor. " Mas Haris said to me with a sparkling face.

" really ? You're not kidding, are you, Mom? " tanyaku with atunsias. I feel happy to hear this news because I feel uncomfortable if I have to linger in the hospital. Chubby and bored.

Mas Haris shook his head while holding my hand. " You are it, Dad. Since when the hell, mas lied to you. "he said while menoel the tip of my nose.

" Is..Mr. Haris..! my protest while scowling spoiled looked at Mas Haris.

Mas Haris chuckled then put a bag of scrapes and drugs on the nightstand.

Honestly, not that I am a geer, even though Mas Haris has not expressed his feelings directly to me, but I can clearly capture the signals of love that he sent me. And I actually did not deny if the presence of Mas Haris began to shake the fortress of solitude that I built long before we were close.

" It's good that way. The village is very sick. And my arrival was to pick Niah home to meet with Father. "the chirps of a voice broke the joy between me and Mas Haris.

Gee whiz....

Jubair shithead!!!

Cursed is this ancient man. I forgot that the man was still there.

His words successfully made both eyes of Mas Haris grow perfectly.

" Sani, why not say the same Mas if your father is sick? " Mas Haris immediately protested while staring horror at me.

Glek. Then he turned to Mas Haris.

" Eh, that's yes, Mas. Anu's... Sorry, Sani also just found out. "my answer was stammering.

I wanted to kick that shameless guy in the face because of something. He ruined my fun.

" Okay, tomorrow I'll take a leave of absence for us. They will take you back to the village. I also want a vacation."

" Mad. I can't.." I protested quickly.

"Well, how can't you..?" asked Mas Haris with a surprised face. " Why, Dek? " This time Mas Haris called me "Deck". I had a moment to soar. Then back again upset when colliding eyes with the man nicknamed ancient man.

" Yes, the end can be, Mas. You forgot, yeah. I just applied for leave at the end of last year while on vacation to Kemala Island with my friends, Mas"

Mas Haris let out a long sigh hearing my reason. He can no longer argue with me.

While Jubair glared at my rejection. I glanced at his stiffened face. Huh, I smiled cynically at him Feel.

I know for sure that all of this is clearly just common sense - the man's will alone. In fact, hearing I refused firmly about Mas Haris' desire to ask me to return home he immediately put on an annoyed face.

It was my fault that I refused to go back home. No one - who was there. There's only my family. But I think they are no longer my family. Especially when I remember my father's treatment of me.

Recorded clearly in my memory, three days after my departure from the village of Suka Rakmat, the father called me through the mobile phone belonging to my best friend, Asma.

You are angry - angry and berate me with hurtful words on the phone. I am so ashamed of Asma and Syafrie.

They were also embarrassed and unwell. Because they've been trying to dodge and refuse to give my number to you. But I insisted on forcing Asma and Syafrie to give me my number. Inexhaustible, the father then seized the Asma mobile phone and forced to contact me.

Father cursed me a selfless child and called myself a wife who does not know in profit. She was raised by her husband but even filed for divorce. Father said I should be grateful because it is still a good thing Jubair wants to marry me who is only a poor and barren peasant child.

I wanted to laugh at that moment. How could the father who should have been the place where I leaned and took refuge instead defend my husband who was clear - obviously had been the dholim.

For Father, it is only natural that Jubair would want to marry more than one if it turns out I can not give offspring.

I smiled at that moment. How can I give you offspring if Jubair never touched me. Did my father forget, the reason Jubair didn't want to touch me was because he didn't love me and didn't want to betray his lover.

" All right, it's up to you, Niah. But do not regret if you do not have time to meet your father. I was just passing on the father's message." he said before finally standing up.

Maybe he wanted to get out of the room where I was being treated for not being able to bear watching us.

Who told me to come home anyway. I don't want to go back to the village. I'm afraid it's just common sense - Jubair's will is for me to come home. And besides, there was something else that I feared the most besides my return to the village. And I was afraid that it would make me have to get hurt again or even worse than that.

" Deck, don't do that, your father is sick. Niesel, loh. I don't know, how bad your relationship with the Father is, but there's no such thing as a former Father, dek. If there is an ex-husband.. "

For a moment, Jubair's face turned red to hear Mas Haris' words. Maybe he was offended by Mas Haris' words that accidentally touched and made himself aware that he was just my ex-husband.

As for me, I was pensive to hear Mas Haris sayings. That's right what he said. But why would I feel a little unwilling if I had to go back there.

" Deck... " Mas Haris touched my hair and gently stroked it.

I glanced at Jubair who now had a red face when he clenched his hands when he saw Mas Haris' treatment of me.

" Alright, Mas. Will think. But promise, yes. Mas can't make a fool of it, if you don't want to go home. "my answer.

" Ok, my queen, "he replied, smilingly looking at me meaningfully.

" Excuse me, I want to go home, first. I will come back later, " said Jubair with a cold face.

"Eh, yes Mas. Later I will try to help to persuade Sani. Just take it easy. I'm sure Sani would be ready to go home and see you. " said Mas Haris respectfully to Jubair.

Oh, my God, I'm sure Mas Haris really thought that Jubair was my brother.

Jubair passed out of my room, leaving us alone with Mas Haris.

I then pulled out the blanket and lay down on my back to Mas Haris.

" Deck, I'd like to talk.. "

I turned to look at the man. For a moment I saw doubt in his eyes.

" What did Haris say? " many more.

" Deck, let's get married..! "

Huh.......