RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 97

The sound of dawn azan that was heard through the loudspeakers from the mosque which was located a little far from my house kept me awake. I immediately got up and rushed to the bathroom to take ablution, because the dawn prayer time was coming soon

When I went to the bathroom, I ran into Mas Haris. Apparently the man was intending to take ablution as well.

" Dek, you want to pray at dawn, huh? " ask Mas Haris who I replied with a nod of the head.

" Yes, Mas. Mas first. Adek behind aja. "i said while allowing the superior to take ablution water first.

Finish Mas Haris berwudu, then then I also do the same.

" Want to congregate, deck? "

I was surprised to hear Mas Haris offer. My cheeks suddenly red. It's a good thing that Mas Haris doesn't see a red hue on my face.

" Can, Mom. We pray in the middle room only. Hold on, grab me first. "

I hurried to pick up my cool and mukena, then returned to the living room where Mas Haris was waiting for me. We also prayed at dawn in the middle room.

After the dawn prayer, we still took the time to pray together.

I accept every thread of prayer spoken from the lips of the man who will soon be my priest.

" Niah.". "the sound of mamak makes us simultaneously turn our heads together. My mother stood staring at us.

" Yes, Mom. What's up...? "

" When you're done praying, go to the kitchen, yeah. "

I nodded and cleaned my prayer equipment. I saw Mas Haris also stand up and step towards the living room.

I helped my mom in the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

My two sisters also woke up and immediately took wudu and performed congregational prayers together.

At six, breakfast is ready. I then rushed to take a shower because my body felt a little sultry due to the activity in the kitchen. My mother went back into the room to take care of my father.

Finished the shower I grabbed a milk chocolate dress with a floral motif - the flower combined it with a matching brown hijab. This shirt is the new one that Mas Haris bought when I was taken care of yesterday. Mas Haris bought it for me as a change of clothes because I didn't bring a change of clothes while in the hospital.

I looked at myself in front of the mirror. Beautiful...the clothes I wear as if they blend with the color of my skin. My aura immediately radiated out.

I put an orange lipstick on my thin lips. Perfectly....

Finished my self-restraint, I decided to go to the kitchen for breakfast along with the others who were ready at the dinner table first.

" God, my sister Niah is beautiful..!" exclaimed Alif, my youngest brother who first saw my presence.

Everyone looks at me. I caught two pairs of eyes staring at me. Mata Mas Haris and mata.....Jubeir.

" Niah, come here, son. Come here, we have breakfast together.! " take Father.

I stared at the dining table.My hands were clenched in anxiety when staring at the man of my past was still here. He must have stayed at this house last night.

I punched my ass in annoyance right next to Jubair who was sitting opposite Mas Haris, I had to sit there, because that was the only seat left.

" Breakfast, Deck. This fried rice must be made. Because it tastes good. "mayu Mas Haris while blinking one eye at me. I threw the sweetest smile to my handsome man.

" Thank you, for the compliment." I then took out a few spoons of fried rice following the omelet available on the table.

Just now I bribed a few spoons of fried rice into my mouth, we heard our door being knocked by someone.

"Who the hell, who doesn't know if there's a guest this morning. It's not polite." I'm upset.

I'm gonna stand up to open the door.

" Let Alif open, brother. Alif is done too. All Alif want to go to school "said my youngest brother who apparently finished breakfast. The XII class student guy got up and grabbed the hands of Mama and Mamak and kissed the hands of both of them with a reverence.

" Alif said he left for school first, sir, Mak. "his father, then walked out to open the door.

We resumed breakfast. Occasionally me and Mas Haris get into a conversation with mom and dad. Mas Haris seemed to be trying hard to get closer to my parents. Suddenly from the front came the cry of someone calling Jubair's name. For a moment the man was stunned.

" Dad.

" Anisa." exclaimed Jubair. The man then stood up and then crouched down to equalize their bodies and hugged the girl.

" Who is Anisa here with, son? " ask Jubair. Mom and Dad looked at each other. I don't know, maybe because I was wondering why Jubair's son followed him here.

Me and Mas Haris briefly glanced at them, watching the interaction of the two.

" The same mother and sister Adel." replied the boy with his innocence.

Shortly afterwards, a woman with long shoulder-length hair painted reddish-blonde with a girl who thought she was ten years old.

" Assalamu'alaikum, Mr, Mamak, how's it going?" sapanya while greeting the Father and Mamak.

" Greetings waalaikum. Thank God, we're fine, son. As you can see." replied the father. " Let's go Meli, Anisa, Adel, come here, have breakfast with you." take you to the woman and her child.

The woman walked up to the dining table and stood near her husband.

"Sir Bair, he said the brother went to the city. I was at Mama Niah's house. It's been a few days that my sister hasn't come home, my kids... "

His speech came to a halt as his eyes accidentally caught my figure sitting next to Mas Haris.

" You. "his hissing can't believe.

I grinned cynically towards the woman. It was my heart to see his face. The face that had been beaming was now like an undead. Pale ain't bleeding.

" She... ?" pekik. " You, are you back?" She looked at her husband who was standing behind her. Now there are anxious and jealous ripples that I had caught in his eyes which covered the gray lens.

" Hi Meli, how are you? " my broom to her as sweet as honey, stale base.

Meli's esophagus feels choked. She who initially wanted to visit her ex-in-law husband, her father Niah, who was reportedly sick, it ends with him getting an unexpected surprise with the presence of Saniah who is a former madman who went missing for two years.

" a ... Fine, ...Niah. When did you come? " answered Meli tried to relax my baskets even though it felt awkward.

" Just arrived yesterday, I was in Kak Jubair's car" I replied. Mas Haris now shifts his seat next to mine.

Degs.....

Meli's chest as if pierced by an invisible knife.

Immediately Meli's face turned dark.Joyalty that had been able to make up on his face is now lit up again. He quickly turned to look at his husband.

" Where did you meet Niah?" ask Meli to her husband.

" I accidentally met Niah while at her husband's family party Mamak." explained Jubair to the wife so as not to misunderstand.

" Oh, so, dad.? You look curusan, Niah. Are you sick? Surely in the city you work hard alone because no one is financing your life anymore. You are living alone." he asked again. There was a tone of ridicule heard as he said that. Instantly I feel hot. Damn it people. He mocked me blatantly.

" Yes, I was sick yesterday. He was hospitalized for a few days. Fortunately there was Kak Jubair who took care of and accompanied me there during my illness and contacted mamak in the village. Then my mother came to see me with Ardi. My mom asked me to come home too. Well...I was forced to come back here because I heard you were sick." I said back to his words. Mampus lo.

Meli's face stiffened. Maybe she didn't think that her husband was still so attentive to me.

" Oh. So Jubair's brother was there, accompanying you when you were sick? "

I nodded quickly as if without sin. Let alone. I acted as if an innocent and innocent woman with a temple unaware of the change in Meli's face that turned tangled after hearing my story. His face looks riled up. It was very curious to feel him crashing and clawing - the claws of the woman who used to be his honey.

" Hmm, how does it feel to be picked up and cared for by a former su...."

Not yet had Meli continue her words, Jubair had hurriedly pulled his hand and took Meli to the living room. He didn't want Meli to make a fuss at Niah's house this early.

"What are you - what the hell, deck? Your question is not clear" asked Jubair annoyed.

" Loh, big brother is what - what the fuck. Denger, yes Brother..! She is divorced from Niah. Why does my sister still care so much about Niah. Didn't you think, how do I feel?

" Sister told you, that brother and Niah met by accident."

" A meeting by accident? How do you know that Niah is sick? " Meli asked furiously.

"That's.that's because .... I ..... akh ...." Jubair rubbed his face rough. There's no way she told Meli that she was purposely trailing Saniah to find out where the woman lived, could - all she received was Meli's anger.

" That's it. It's better now you go home. After all, what was the purpose of you coming here?"

"Loh, I'd like to see you and your mom, brother. Because Mamakmu said his father Niah was sick.So I decided to look here. After all, I haven't come to this house in a long time." he told Jubair.

" Aren't you usually the laziest when I come here? " ask Jubair beaver. He rubbed his face rough from anger.

" So this is the reason why brother didn't come home these few days? For the woman? Yes, Brother? Aren't you divorced? Why does sister still care and keep coming to that woman? Is sister still expecting that woman back?" the woman's jolt made Jubair so misbehaved and nervous. He was afraid that Meli's words were heard by his Father Niah.

" MELI, lower your voice! Later his father Niah heard. I'm afraid the disease will come back and be troubled." snapped Jubair in a soft voice. He was running out of words to keep his wife quiet.

" Why should I shut up? I'm even grateful that his father heard all this. Let her know that her son is a widow. So that you can no longer be together. "his tease while glancing towards the kitchen.

"MELI!! " After Jubair's clasping sound was heard from the living room.

The living room and kitchen are not too far away. So that the sound of Jubair's snapping was quite loud. Mama and Mama soon followed to the living room. I was silent, too, trailing behind my mother.

" Jubair, it's been, it's been, son..! Don't continue anymore. Morning was stormy, embarrassed by the neighbors" said the mother to her favorite daughter-in-law.

" Mamak's right, Nak Jubair. You better take your wife home right now, son. You're afraid he'll be even more angry because he saw Niah's presence here" said the father

" Yes, sis. Better to go home first. Kasian with Meli and the kids. Maybe they miss the same brother. Thank you for bothering to help take care of Niah during Niah's illness in the city." I said, deliberately so that the woman knew what her husband had done to me.

Meli's face is getting unsightly. In my heart I laughed. Feel my vengeance, Jubair. It's not how much. In my mind, I have devised a plan - a devious plan to take revenge on the two shameless humans as long as I am here.

In my heart, I cheered with satisfaction, for it was certain that after coming home, there would be a great war in their home.

With a huff Jubair dragged Meli's hand and took the woman into his car. Then he came back again while holding his two daughters who had been cowering in fear at the quarrel of his father and mother.

" Jubair go home first, sir, Mak. Later Jubair will come back again. "his goodbye to the Father and mother. Both of my parents just nodded while looking at the car carrying his daughter-in-law's family with a view that I could not understand.

I just took a deep breath after them. This made my mood go blue.

" Yeah...!"

" Yes, Sir..!" I looked towards the Father.

" What does Meli say if you and Jubair are divorced?

The deg........

My heart stopped beating. Oh my God.

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