RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 96

Niah, wake up, son.!" The sound of my mother calling me from outside the room, scattered all my daydreams.

I just finished helping my mother clean up the leftovers from our family dinner together with Mas Haris and of course the Ancient Man.

I thought he was gone from my house. But he's still in this house. Really don't know yourself. Shouldn't he not be in my house.

He certainly did not forget that I had filed for divorce. And my claim was also granted by the religious court at that time, so it is certain that our current status is no longer as husband and wife.

" Let him be here, Niah! " mama said when I had time to protest why the ancient man was still in this house. .

"But, Mother.. We are divorced. What would people say if they saw Jubair and I still living together under one roof? " i said in a soft voice hoping that my voice would not be heard by Father and also Mas Haris who was sitting in the living room.

" Nobody knows you're divorced. These villagers still consider you as a legitimate husband and wife, " replied Mamak.

" But we've been divorced for a long time, Mom!" I said with a slightly high tone.

Mom was silent for a while after hearing my words.

" Niah, since when did you claim Jubair's divorce, son? " ask mom later.

" Two years ago, Mom. Just before I left this village. And Niah's lawsuit turned out to be granted. We were officially divorced four months after I left the village. I have a copy of our divorce certificate that you still don't believe." I told mamak.

My mother's hand pressed her mouth to make no sound as she squealed in disbelief. It means you haven't believed a hundred percent when I say that Jubair and I are divorced. It was fitting that his attitude was so cold towards Mas Haris.

I saw tears beginning to pool in the corner of his eyes that had started to fill with wrinkles. There was disappointment in his face over our divorce.

" Mom, ..pardon Niah." I whispered all wrong. I don't know what to do and say. I didn't think my family knew about our divorce. And the news of my divorce with Jubair hurt my mother a lot.

So, does the Jubair family already know about it? Did my ex-in-law know that my son and I were no longer husband and wife?

If not, then I curse and curse the sissy man is exhausted. Shithead...!! Damn it, you Jubair?

What's the reason the man hid our divorce all this time. Is he still hoping that I'll change my mind and go back to that jerk.

" Sister Niah, called Father ahead!" My second brother Fian came up to me and delivered my message.

My mom and I looked at each other. What you want to say. My heart suddenly beats faster. Suddenly I was afraid if you knew the divorce between me and his favorite daughter-in-law. I was afraid like a mother, Father also became a shock because he was not ready mentally to face this problem so that the disease of the Father was getting worse.

I rushed over to the Father who was sitting in his wheelchair by the sofa in the middle room.

" You call Niah, right? "

" Sit, Son..! " the orders of Father.

I sat on the sofa not far from my father. For a moment I looked at the old man. Behind his condition like this, his hard face was still the same as before.

I sat quietly while tinkering at the phone in my hand.

" Yeah...!" call Father.

" Yes, what's up, sir?" I stopped my activities and started to focus on listening to my father

" I want Niah to be honest with you. Tell me frankly, Father, what is your relationship with that man? " ask the Father as he looks at Mas Haris who is now sitting - sitting on the porch of the house with my two sisters.

The three were seen being involved in serious chatter while occasionally Mas Haris was seen laughing loosely. Maybe because of my two sisters.

I sighed while glancing in the direction that was right in front of Father. As for Jubair, the man sat not far from the Father.

" What do you mean you ask like that? " i asked my father back.

" Nothing, Son. You ask just to make sure that you have nothing to do with it.

I glanced at Jubair who was opposite me. The man seemed to still be silent. "What's been going on?" I thought I was beginning to grope in what direction my Father was talking.

If it is true that Mas Haris himself expressed his wishes to the Father, then I do not matter. To me, I was grateful, because as such, I no longer had to bother thinking about how to say it to my Father.

" Niah, you haven't answered my question. What is your relationship with that man? " But I repeated the question.

" Eh... she is. she is.

You idiot....!!.Foolish. I suddenly felt nervous when you asked me like that about my relationship with Mas Haris.

" He's Niah's boss in his office, sir. "jubair's voice cut my words.

I turned to look at the man with a dead red face. What does Jubair mean by cutting my words? Is it because he doesn't want me to be frank about who Mas Haris is to you.

So what does all this mean? I actually wanted to tell you that the handsome man who came with me from that city was my future husband. But the snooze was done because Jubair went to interrupt my words.

" Is that true, Niah? "" asked, wanting to confirm Jubair's words.

I nodded the sign confirming Jubair's words. Gosh..it feels like I'd like to cut off the lips lemes that man is restless. He can say who Mas Haris is without my permission.

" Why did you bring your boss home without your husband's permission, son. Good thing Jubair doesn't mind all this" said the father.

My gaze immediately shot towards Jubair. I'm starting to understand what direction this is going. It must have been the man's bucket mouth that had incited you about the presence of another man in my life. You started the war, Jubair. You sell me, I said in my heart.

" What do you mean, talk like that? I'm free to invite anyone I like, sir." I said in a rather high tone.

I saw shock in the eyes of the Father and the man when I heard my answer. I raised my face to show Jubair my dislike face. Let her know that I am not happy with this conversation.

" Little...! You mean, you're a married woman, you deserve to go home from the city with other men. What will people say about you. You can't seem like that because here your status is not a single woman. " replied the Father with a tense face.

" Niah doesn't care what people say, sir. Who says Niah is not a single woman. "my mouth. I saw the look on the face of Father and Jubair changed instantly.

I could see the knees of the Father trembling with emotion. Perhaps, had you been well, perhaps the man had stood up and punched me.

Jubair moved straight to the Father.

" It's been. it's been, sir. Shame, we have guests" he said, patting the shoulder trying to calm the Father.

" Huh, shameless you too. I thought you lost your shame vein. If you're still shameless, why are you still here, huh? "so I take off the uneg - the uneg that I have been harboring since.

" Of course he's still here. This is also his home. He's your husband, so it's only natural that he's here." snapped the Father with a reddened face holding in fury.

I laughed out loud when I heard the words of the Father. It's funny to hear the word 'your husband' spoken by the Father.

" Husband? Didn't you hear wrong? Niah doesn't feel like she has a husband, sir. We've been a long time.... "

" ..!!!" this time I heard Jubair's voice.

I glanced at the man's screams. Can't believe he can still yell at me in front of you. Damn you!!!

" WHAT.?! " reply me with a clash that is no less harsh.

For a moment the look on the man's face stiffened. And then change heartily.

" Don't continue this discussion. Poor Father, later the disease relapses" he said memelasih. Seen pleading eyes that were caught by me as the man spoke.

" Hh... Come on. I'm tired! my tukas.

I let out a long sigh, then left the two men still standing glued to my departure.

I don't think it's any use arguing with both of them. Especially at this time, I realized that it turns out that you still do not know about the status of me and Jubair who have divorced.

Jubair is a bastard...!