Sharing Husband
Against that actor

The tears wetting the cheeks

it flows like cold lava without edges

like a heart-wrenching elegiac rhyme

it was like the atomic blast of the Hiroshima bomb! the one that came out of her sweet lips was Sakila's mother.

No matter where the taste that has been inhabiting the recesses, now only small incisions that blaspheme.

I really love Sakila, but why is the reply like this, I put her in the master room of my house, give my husband 90% to her now. How am I still making my sacrifice?. Does her mother have to make it clear that I'm barren? Shouldn't be necessary, right? Curate the fate of self.

***

When I entered the room, he looked tired. Unlike usual he immediately dropped his body on the bed. I looked at that lethargic face, I approached it, massaged its head.

"Honey, Sakila's mother came here?" ask Mas Ilham, holding my hand.

"Em .. yes yank," I replied, turning my eyes to the window.

"old?'

"Lumayan."

"Who is here?"

"Self" I answered

Inspiration seemed to realize something was happening, he woke up from his sleep, then framed both of my cheeks with both hands.

"Why are you? How's sembab?"

"It's okay yank, it's a dresser, so it's a flickering," I replied.

"Honey, yank ... baby!" sakila exclaimed from outside the bedroom door.

Me and I rushed to the door.

"Honey, said my mother two or three days before the menstrual period it is a fertile time, so tonight you sleep in the lower room yes," asked Sakila.

"But tonight Mas part in Davira," cried Mas Ilham.

"Here you are, he said he wants to rush the baby momong, during the fertile period you even want to sleep with Yunda Davira who absolutely can not have children!" hardik Sakila's.

"Enough! you don't deserve to say that to Davira!"hardik turned Mas Ilham to Sakila, who was immediately silent Sakila. And visible from the corner of his eyes held a clear grain.

"Yank, why is your tone so high, let's apologize to Sakila," I told Mas Ilham.

Mas Ilham did not budge, I approached and hugged Sakila who was crying because it was snapped hard by Ilham mas.

Why does it look complicated? just this time I saw Mas Ilham was furious, because as long as I was married to mas Ilham, never once did he get angry like this.

"Have ... already .. don't cry

again, Ilham was not angry, he was just a little tired in his office, so he could not control emotions," persuaded me not to drag Sakila.

I took Sakila down and into her room. Slowly I calmed Sakila, I convinced her, if tonight and tomorrow Ilham sleep in her room. Sakila finally stopped crying after I was completely convinced, I went out of Sakila's room to my room on the second floor.

For a moment I was glued to the door of the room when I saw Mas Ilham contemplating while holding his head.

"Yank, accompany Sakila tonight" I said softly.

"I'm tired yank, I want to rest here" he replied, turning his back to me.

There is no way I let Mas Ilham sleep in my room, what about Sakila if Mas Ilham kekeh wants to sleep here? At least I have to talk slowly to Mas Ilham, so that he moved to sleep in the lower room. With great difficulty I persuaded Mas Ilham finally he would also go down to sleep below.

***

Days passed, weeks changed, I always gave in for Sakila, from the smallest to the biggest. Kutepis all liver diseases, and always pray that Sakila soon get pregnant. I always try to be more mature even though I'm the same age Sakila.

Yes, Sakila always wanted to be the main one, and always wanted to be prioritized by Mas Ilham, there were times when she pretended to be sick to get more attention from Mas Ilham. Like this morning, when Mas Ilham was going to take me to my parents' house, he suddenly said that his head hurt. I don't want the problem to get longer, I go alone by driving a car.

Getir right? When someone we love asks for a heart. But this is life, there is always a twisting wound with all its mysteries. I always wanted to look good in front of other people, I didn't want my parents to know if their daughter was sad. Don't tell me why I'm always hanging on, because for me I don't want a divorce. Let me hurt as long as I don't hurt anyone's heart and feelings.

***

I arrived at my parents' house that held a myriad of longings. The wind swag gently.

"Wa'allaikumsalam."

"Sorry late" Umi."

"Where's Inspiration?" ask Umi.

"Mas Ilham, at home, because Sakila is not feeling well," I replied as I entered, and was greeted by Risa and Rio.

Dad asked me to meet his old friend who lives in Turkey. Because he was visiting Indonesia again. Precisely he is also an Indonesian who moved to Turkey, I forgot to remember the person because when he moved my age was only 8 years old.

"Jidan, your little daughter is so beautiful inside out" joked Father's friend.

I blushed in shame when Dad's best friend said that.

"Who used to donk Abi with his Umi," replied Dad while accompanied by a laugh.

We chatted at length, while eating at the restaurant. Dad's best friend also told me about his son, who used to be my little best friend, I slightly forgot his person but still remember his name, Alex. He used to be a quiet kid and a little ignorant, that's all I remember about him.

"Om, is Alex not coming to Indonesia?" my many.

"Follow, he again visited his mother, later he will come here following," replied Om Afan.

Alex is a break home kid. And he went with his father who remarried a woman of Turkish origin.

"Alex here," call Om Afan to the newly arrived Alex.

Alex approached with a cold attitude, not much different from the old days was still cold as ice. He stretched out his hand and threw away his face.

"Well Alex is now much more handsome" my father said to him.

"Can you speak Indonesian?" ask my mom to Alex.

"Can Aunty, '' replied Alex simple.

"Sir Alex is very cute, like a selebgram that I often see," exclaimed Risa as a greeting.

Em .... Alex awkward or what? he doesn't talk much, but he's engrossed in his camera and cell phone. Dad was serious about talking to Om Afan.

I also moved to the next table because Om Afan smoked, honestly I can't stand cigarette smoke.

"You're the crybaby, aren't you?" ask Alex, come to me.

"Me?" I was surprised he finally spoke.

"It's you. The doll I once stole is still in my room, said Alex who made me wrinkle both eyebrows.

"Dollies? Barbie ...?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"When did you take it? At that time I searched everywhere but did not meet, until Umi bought a new one, but I did not want a new one because it was my only beloved doll," he explained.

Turns out I just found out that Alex took my doll all this time.

"I've been waiting a long time like this, there's something I want to tell you" Alex said.

"What?" my many.

"I ... Liked you from childhood to this very moment. Will you marry me?" alex chirps that make me feel like I'm in a lightning bolt.

My phone suddenly rang. I saw Mas Ilham calling me. I asked permission to pick up the phone first to Alex, I didn't wait for him to agree.

"Assalamualaikum, yank," I said

Mas Ilham at that time told him that he would go to take Sakila Arisan with his friends. Before I left, he said he wasn't feeling well. Yes already.

"Yes yank, it's okay, I went home a bit late afternoon, wa'allaikumsalam," I said as I hung up the phone.

"Yank? do you have a boyfriend?" alex asked while frowning both of his eyebrows.

"I'm married, I have a husband" I said, making Alex's face suddenly red.

Seriate

Lonely Room, 12-02-20