RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 94

Luckily a burly hand caught my body, so I didn't fall to the floor.

I was shocked when I realized that it wasn't Mas Haris' hand. When I look up.

"You.......... "

" I'm sorry, I reflexively did it when I saw you as if you were about to fall." Jubair said as if without burden after his mode helped me earlier.

" Next time don't help me. I can do it myself. "sutu ketus and immediately stepped into the bathroom.

Lazy if you have to deal with creatures from prehistoric times. While waiting for the arrival of Mas Haris then I better clean myself in the bathroom.

After a long time in the bathroom with self-cleaning mode, I ventured out. I wish Mas Haris had come back while carrying my order.

I enjoyed breakfast porridge and fruit brought by Mas Haris without even turning to Jubair. I know the guy looked at me a few times stealing glances.

The day is getting day by day. Jubair hasn't left my room yet. Woe again, Mas Haris already believed that man was my brother. He unsuspectingly attempted to familiarize himself with the prehistoric man.

Feeling bored, I finally chose to lie down and rest. I glanced in search of the direction of Mas Haris's whereabouts.

Now the man who has now officially become my girlfriend and future priest even invited the man to chat with his familiar. The theme especially if not me. Mas Haris smoothly told the beginning of our closeness. Our brief introduction was so short that our relationship is currently in an advanced stage. Mas Haris also expressed his hope to be able to interfere with me later.

Jubair's eyes shone sharply when he saw the twinkle in Mas Haris's eyes that spoke while occasionally turning towards me, looking at me lovingly and longingly.

To be honest, Jubair's arrival greatly disturbed my calm. I don't know what the purpose and purpose of the man coming back bothers me.

It should have been our meeting yesterday that was accidentally at the party did not continue on meeting after meeting again. We have no relationship anymore. But why did he insist on seeing me. Instead use a lie about his status to Mas Haris.

When talking to Mas Haris I can clearly see Jubair's expression that seems to hold back anger. The man's jaw hardened and there was a strange glint in his eyes.

" Assalamu'alaikum's..... "

A voice that I had not heard for a very long time said hello to the eardrum.

I turned to make sure I didn't hear wrong.

" Momak... "

" Yes, Allah, my son Niah... "

The woman who gave birth to me into the world cried hugging me.

I cried so much - it was in the woman's arms. Feeling fragile and helpless. I can't argue anymore, I miss my mom so much. A woman who always understands how I am.

" I'm sorry Niah, Mak. Already a bad boy. Niah went without saying goodbye to mom and dad. "my words were between my cries.

" I've... , you've forgiven me, son. I understand why you do all that. It's also all our fault for never trying to understand you and the suffering you're going through."

I broke my mother's embrace and wiped away the tears on my face. I looked at the old face of the mama who had started to wrinkle. There are remnants - the rest of the strokes of sadness that still imprint there.

That face looks more and more thin. My mom's body is much thinner than I last remembered.

" Who are you here with? " search me. I wonder how you can tell if I'm sick. And how could you get to this place if no one was driving her.

" So my mom was delivered with Ardi."

Oh. I finally understand. As I thought, the man was behind the appearance of a mamak in this place. Ardi is the private driver of the Jubair family.

I nodded while throwing a smile at Ardi. Just now I realized, it turns out that the man entered with the mother earlier.

" Mom and dad are healthy, right? ask me to divert the conversation. "Mamak is not sick...? " me ask softly. I was a little worried about his pale, bloodless face.

I nodded happily knowing that my mother was fine.

" But your father is sick" he said slowly but was able to hit my consciousness.

My chest felt smashed by a big stone. Stiffness hits the soul.

Although you have hurt me a lot, but I can not hold grudges and hatred for the man who was my first love.

I realized the reason you did that was because you loved your children. He doesn't want us to live in misery. It doesn't matter if I have to share my husband with others as long as my life is guaranteed.

You think all my happiness is about money and material things. He forgot that I also needed the love and affection I never got from Jubair.

Until he couldn't accept when I turned into a dissident. My clear attitude - light self-declared rebellion with all the rules and also the oppression of Jubair makes the father angry and riled, so that the father lowered his hand to me.

I was sick because I was being rude to me once. And the smell of Jubair who was there and was supposed to protect me was even busy calming his mistress who was damprat depleted by my two in-laws.

I was getting more and more upset when Jubair finally chose to go with his mistress. As for me, being dumped is nothing like useless trash.

It hurts. My heart hurts so much. Nothing amuses me. There were no sympathy hugs from my parents. Even the father who was supposed to defend me scolded and hit me.

Until I finally choose to go rather than continue to survive it will even make me worse. I don't want to cultivate wounds just for the sake of wishing the love of a real man - not actually loving me. Even touching me he wouldn't.

" Go home, Niah. You want to talk." I heard the words of my mother who asked me to go home.

" What are you sick about, Mom? " i asked with a gawk. My heart is no longer broken.

" Your father had a stroke, Niah. " It was not Mamak or the man who spoke, but this time Ardi who said.

Mas Haris was immediately shocked, as was the case with me. I almost lost consciousness if I wasn't sitting, I was sure I would collapse.

" Bapak..". "cloakly I call the name of the Father. I was drowning in my tears in my mom's arms.

I don't know what to do. I still wouldn't want to go back there. But my father is sick. Although I have been hurt by the Father, but I cannot be disobedient. After all, he is my father.

" I think you should go home, Dek." I turned to look at the clean-faced, shady-eyed man.

" But, Mas..."I want to protest his words. I haven't decided to go home or not. I still find it hard to go back to a place I would love to forget.

" Don't argue, deck. I don't want to regret it later. Remember, your father is sick. Is it the same with your own father?"

I could no longer argue with that man. I know very well the nature and character of Haris Wicaksono. Hard and undeniable.

" I'm going to apply for leave for both of us. All right, Mas will also take you back there, deck."

Mamak and also Ardi who were in the room where I was being treated gawked when Mas Haris said so. Except of course that old man.

From the look of his eyes, Mamak seemed to signal that he did not know who the man who had just spoken to me was.

Oh, yeah, I just realized that I haven't introduced Mas Haris to mamak.

" Mak, sorry forgetfulness. Meet this Mas Haris. He's fiancee, Niah."

The faces of Mama and Ardi changed immediately. Also Jubair's face. His face instantly turned red probably from holding back the anger.

While Ardi and Mamak, maybe they were shocked to hear my words earlier. They didn't think Mas Haris was my fiancee.

Understandably, mom and dad and Ardi may never know if I've filed for divorce from Jubair.

I smiled in my heart. Feel it.... Self-conscious woi...Jubeir. You are just an ex-husband. Like - like me, now I'm free. Whom I want to marry....