Sharing Husband
Traitors

Sharing Husband Part 10

Author: Ersu Lonely Room

The black foggy sky, the dark clouds shrouded his entire net. Termangu stared at the crashing tidal wave. The storm blindly stopped anything nearby.

"Yank, this is not what you see," I said, explaining what really happened.

"You want to dodge! obviously I saw it with my own eyes!" exclaim Mas Ilham full of anger.

"But yank .. really, I caught a gamis in this tree branch."

"Not to be evasive; who is this man?" ask Mas Ilham while pointing to Alex.

"Alex! his little friend Davira," Alex replied as he thrust out his hand.

Mas Ilham did not accept Alex's hand, he remained suspicious of our closeness.

Sakila who came out of the house also made the atmosphere worse, how could she instigate my husband?.

"What's the matter, baby?" ask Sakila to Mas Ilham.

"You see, Davira came home from Bandung just as this man is not the same Umi and his Abi!" exclaim Mas Ilham.

"Oh, pantes aja he does not mind us living to Malang, his people have a mistress," he said.

"Astagfirullah, Dinda why are you talking like that?" my many.

"Yes, right Yunda turned out to be the same path of men who were not the muhrimnya Yunda," answered Sakila.

"It's not like what you saw, it was not on purpose! Davira was about to fall, and I delivered Davira at the request of Om Ahmad!" alex, explain this misunderstanding.

"Why so much noise?" ask Risa who got out of the car.

"Risa! Are you here?" ask Mas Ilham surprised.

"Ec ... Ja. Whys? how's his face on all the tension?" ask Risa full of search.

"Em .. so conspiring brother with Ade it turns out! Secretly her sister also knew her brother was having an affair!" sakila's Slander.

"Eh ...! What's that one more time? Got a mouth and a basic pelakor filter!" hardik Risa to Sakila.

The atmosphere was getting heated when Risa and Sakila were fighting, I was trying to explain was always on the sidelines by Sakila. How unhappy is Sakila with me?. For this time Alex was a little heartened, wisely he clarified this misunderstanding. So that Mas Ilham no longer misunderstand.

Mas Ilham rubbed his face with his palm while saying "Astagfirullah, O ALLAH" he also apologized for the misunderstanding, which was there, because thinking I was the same Alex was just the two in the car and when he saw the incident just made him misunderstand.

Misunderstanding ended. Relieved. This crisis ends with the permission of ALLAH.

***

There is jealousy spread in the heart, propagating to the sidelines of the pulse to culminate in all joints. When Mas Ilham decided to sleep in the upper room, but Sakila loudly prevented Mas Ilham from sleeping in my room.

"No Mas! Anyway you're sleeping in the lower room tonight!" sakila with a red face.

"But Dinda, for a week we were always together, why are you always like this? mas same time Davira also you always prevent, Mas always obey your word. But sorry this time I slept in the upstairs room!" papar Mas Ilham who makes Sakila's guard.

This time I'm not defending Sakila. Nor did it persuade Mas Ilham to sleep in the lower room. Let me spend my time with the person I missed during this week, it's been exactly a few months that I missed the togetherness that Sakila took away.

Dim the room lights, faint. I looked at that face, clingy. I closed both my eyes, just to remember the good old days, the early days of marriage.

"Honey, you're asleep" whispered softly Mas Ilham.

I opened my eyes, in front of my eyes I looked straight at the eyes that always gave me shade.

"Yank .. Didn't you sleep?" I asked, a little surprised because he looked at me, clingy.

"I'm sorry, because I misunderstood you" said Mas Ilham.

I smiled wryly, looking at those apologetic lips, no matter how upset they were, melted down with a single word of apology. Always hoped that my husband would always have this kind of time, even if it was just a little chat. I also always wanted if Sakila and I always get along well, the warmth that I miss, the chatter friends, the confiding friends that I previously coveted, I did not get even though Sakila was married to Mas Ilham, there is only a fortress that separates me and Mas Ilham, even after a long time newly married this time, I get the attention of Mas Ilham.

***

"Darling, anyway I want the diamond that I gave you at the time to look at!" cry Sakila, break the morning silence.

"But last week we bought something else!" exclaimed Mas Ilham, looked annoyed.

I just stared from the kitchen, the commotion started again created all the time ... Huw ... I took a deep breath, the tightness of this chest, always presented a sight I did not dream of.

"Mas! Later if I don't buy, I can be led by my friends, he said, wife of a CEO, diamond for 450jt just not bought!" lontar Sakila's.

"You bought a ring last week for 70 hours! I did not buy Davira. And now you're asking for another diamond for 450jt, which means Mas has to have 900jt!" hardik Mas Ilham's.

"Kok, 900jt anyway?" sakila asked, frowning her forehead.

"Yes! 900jts. Because Davira also has to be bought plus the exact ring that you bought last Sunday as well" explained Mas Ilham.

The debate became even more, when Sakila objected, when Mas Ilham also intended to buy what Sakila bought.

I approached the two who were arguing.

I don't want this to get worse.

"Yank, you have bought a diamond that Sakila wants, I do not need you to buy, I also do not like to wear jewelry like that," I said.

"That's it! Yunda Davira also did not want the diamond, after all she wore jewelry as expensive as anything no one would see, people dressed in black and black so just looking at the eyes!" sakila.

"Sacillus! Yes enough! you never say that again!" mas Ilham.

"Uo ..." Suddenly Sakila appeared to be vomiting. Sakila ran to the sink, she looked nauseous.

I rushed to Sakila with white wood.

"Why are you, Dinda?" my many.

"Don't know, the wind is rich," Sakila replied, while incessantly nausea.

Mas Ilham just looked at Sakila nausea like that. I went to the kitchen to make him ginger.

All day Sakila continued to nausea, even the food she ate was vomited again, I said to Mas Ilham, maybe if Sakila was pregnant. I asked Sakila when she had last been in the month, and she was 3 weeks late, so I asked Sakila to check with the Doctor tomorrow morning.

***

"Welcome you're positively pregnant" said the doctor, making me and Sakila surprised to be happy. I also came home with happy news to Mas Ilham.

Sakila with a deathly pale face, I took her down from the car. Mas Ilham has not come home from the office, I also prepare food to eat Sakila, especially today he has not eaten, because all the food he ate in vomit again.

I forced Sakila to eat even a little.

Mashhl returned from his office. Sakila and I had planned that when Ilham came home we would both surprise Sakila's pregnancy. And that also managed to make Mas Ilham shouted happily

***

Sakila's pregnancy is now running 3 months, and all the needs Sakila I prepared, even when she craved to eat something, I was the one who looked for it, because Ilham was busy working, and if Mas Ilham does not work, Sakila does not want to stay by Mas Ilham. So I automatically go here. I did it full of sincerity, considering that in a few months I will be talking about a baby that has long been craved.

This afternoon Sakila wanted the Dukuh fruit, but I know it is no longer the season of shaman, but she insisted I have to look for it until I can. How many markets have I visited. My fruit shop, still. I haven't found the Dukuh that Sakila wanted. I tried to call Sakila, who knows her desire changed in exchange for other fruits, but for free, she still wanted the dukuh fruit.

I'm in the parking lot, where else to look to sell quacks. Shortly afterwards there were two people who snatched my bag, I also shouted for help from people around. But they just look at it not caring. I chased the snatch. And he pushed me to the ground.

Plak ... a voice came from in front of me. Someone in a black shirt beat the two jambret until battered and fled.

"Be careful Ukhty ...," he said, handing me my bag. "Davira! You're Davira, right?" tanyakanya.

I scrunched my eyebrows together.

"Alex! you, why are you here? how can you recognize me?" many wonder.

"Your eyeballs and your perfume, I recognize it," replied Alex.

"Em .. Why are you here? Not in Bandung?" askaku.

" I, out of my mother's house around the area and all of you want to buy durian, keep seeing someone screaming snapper," he replied as he reached out his hand, to help me get up.

" Oh, I don't have to get up on my own" I refused, standing up, and I sprained my leg when I fell down just now.

No matter how much pain my legs sprained, I wouldn't be helped to that extent by Alex, but this situation can't resist me. Receiving his help, because I was trying to stand up even though my legs were already in excruciating pain.

"I can stand alone!" seruku, while standing. "Ac ...!" I shouted, who almost fell back.

Alex spontaneously held my body. The whirring of the wind whispered softly, creating an uproar, four eyes were staring at each other, some were created without a word, some were engraved without raindrops.

"Tick your eyelashes are always the most beautiful thing" whispered Alex.

Immediately I push his body that holds me without a bulkhead. Why is this heart so noisy? This heart rhythm. I sat on the shoulder of the parking lot. While enduring the pain of a sprained leg. Alex approached and squatted down, he grabbed my ankle. Immediately I pushed aside by pulling my sprained left leg.

"Shut up, I'll massage your sore feet" Alex chanted.

I looked at his serious face.

"We are not muhrim how can you touch my feet?" myrag.

"Well I'm a Doctor who is trying to treat his patients, what doctor should make all his patients muhrim first? Only then can he treat it ...?" Alex Protests.

My legs were pulled by Alex, and slowly he massaged my ankle veins, I was grimacing incessantly biting my thumb. And it pulled my ankle with no cue to the sound and it really hurt amazingly. Until I screamed.

"Don't move first, tomorrow will be good too. Let me drive you home" Alex said, looking me in the eye.

Why did the look in his eyes now create a debate? I don't know what it is, I don't understand it.

"No need, I brought my own car, and I haven't got the dukuhnya'" I said.

"Humpy? make what?" ask Alex.

"Make Sakila, she's craving again" I replied briefly.

"Hold isn't it not the season yet? There may also be only in certain areas" Alex said, holding his head.

Alex bought mineral water and I sat next to the minimarket, in the baso brothers. I noticed some people and then went to buy baso, I took a deep breath, because I was confused where else to look for the fruit.

"Dav, this is drinking ...," he said, giving him a bottle of mineral water, "You need a baso?" he continued to offer baso.

"No, I'm not hungry, I have to find the fruit again, because if I can't, I can't go home by Sakila, '" I replied.

"Davira, he's craving or wants to torture you anyway!" hardik Alex, made a baso merchant glance and some buyers looked at us.

"Sorry, I just heard again looking for quacks huh?" ask a buyer.

"Yes" I replied.

"In my house there, it just so happened yesterday that my in-laws from Lampung sent for my wife who was pregnant again" the person said.

That coincidence? Or maybe this is GOD's plan, which eases all my search from the morning.

"really? if I may buy," I said expectantly.

"Not to buy, let's go to my house, but my house is a bit far from here" he explained.

I was escorted by Alex to the man's house. Alex's car couldn't get in, because it entered a small alley. We parked on the street. My sore feet I don't care what's important I get.

This time I'm not resisting Alex.

I went into a very simple house, a tiled porch. I was allowed to sit on a dusty shabby mat.

"Yank, come here .. there's a guest," call a man who doesn't know his name yet.

I saw Alex, hesitating to sit down, but I gave him a code to sit down. Alex understood from the language of my eyes, he sat down.

"Who's yank?" ask the young woman from the room.

"This, there are those who want the dukuh fruit, we share some, besides the dukuh fruit that mother sent from Lampung a lot," the man persuaded his wife.

"Och yes yank, I take a moment right," said the young woman after greeting me as well as Alex.

He came out of the kitchen with

a large swipe of dukuh fruit, then thrust it in front of me.

"How much?" my many.

"What?"

"It's the price of the fruit."

"No, we don't sell it."

"But."

"Really, we don't have to not sell it, especially for people to crave, because I also know how difficult it is to find something for people to crave it, what else if they want something and can't afford it, because I also know how difficult it is to find something for people to crave it, what else if they want something and can't afford it, or nothing" said the young man, glazed over.

I without speaking took out a few pieces of red money and clenched them onto the young lady.

"No need ...," he refused. "The cause of ALLAH is the one who several months ago bought fruit at the fruit stall," he continued, hugging me.

"meaning?" many confused.

"Sister remember no, many months ago, once bought fruit for me at the fruit stall, I still remember the ring that my sister wore, at that time I was looking for my brother to say thank you, I said, but brother is no longer in the stall. I still remember the word of the fruit seller if the fruit was given by a veiled woman, I had a glance at the ring when you choose mango," he explained at length.

Subhanallah, I never thought that GOD always had a beautiful scenario.

"O ALLAH, so this is the one who bought my wife fruit, I am very grateful, because at that time I really no longer have money, so I can't afford to buy my wife a pear, but this Ukhty bought it without us having time to say thank you" continued her husband.

"Oh so accidentally you've met each other before," interrupted Alex who was busy with his camera.

I came home with a swipe of dukuh fruit. From Rani and Rian, yes the name of the young couple is Rani and Rian. Both of them refused when I gave them some money. But without them knowing I slipped money under the mat, which I added to buy some baby gear. Hopefully they will find the money. Never thought if the storyline today was so beautiful, while traveling around and around looking for Dukuh, it turns out I got from someone I once bought fruits.

***

"Assalamualaikum," I said while carrying the dukuh fruit, entering the house with very painful legs.

"Darling! Where did you just come home from? Keep your feet why?" Mas Ilham was scoffing with some

enquiries.

"Yunda can't have the fruit?" ask Sakila.

"Yank .. I've been looking for a shaman ...," I replied. "Yes get Dinda," I continued while giving a swipe of the contents of the shaman.

Sakila immediately ate the Dukuh very delicious, while Ilham mas compress my sprained legs. Mas Ilham asked me why with my feet, I said slipped, and I did not tell him if I had been caught and helped by Alex. I don't want any misunderstandings.

***

Sakila Anteng watch infotainment. I prepare for breakfast.

"Yunda, check out what's going viral on tv!" sakila.

"What's viral?" my many.

"There are some who have bought fruit a few months ago, and a few months later the person gave fruit accidentally, life is sometimes full of surprises ya Yunda," said Sakila.

I scrunched my eyebrows together. Isn't that ...? Akh.

"Isn't that your picture?" tanya Ilham surprised me.

"What's yank?" my many.

"That's the video on tv! That's you!" Mas Ilham.

Trouble is coming back, how come there's a video on tv? Why go viral? My brain is starting to frown again. How do I explain it to Mas Ilham?

Seriate

Lonely Room, 14-02-20

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