Tarnished Before Accident
Chapter 06. Presumption

On the eve of late October, after almost a month of heartbreaking events, my life was calmer than ever. My mother no longer discussed marriage with me. Rena and Rey are still not home from their honeymoon.

Sometimes Kak Rena sends photos of the two of them on Whatsapp, and upload them on his social media page. There are several tourist destinations that they capture with cameras.

Kak Rena stands under a beautiful flowering cherry blossom with matching colored umbrellas, dressed in the typical Japanese woman, looks graceful and charming. They also stayed at one of the hotels with a view of Mount Fuji that looks beautiful spoil the eyes.

Not only Japan is their destination, but several other countries in Europe. Both look happy and love each other, clearly visible from the look of the eyes that meet each other. I'm glad to see it. At least my sacrifice by not discussing the rape issue made Kak Rena happy.

I put the smartphone in the bag again after being satisfied browsing social media page Kak Rena. Tonight is my last chiff and will change sif morning after holiday the next day. I rushed on the motor matic to get to work.

The cold of the night does not make me weak and spoiled. Although my family is family, my mother never offered me a better job. An S1 diploma doesn't make me get a job that suits my talents. Yes, of course because the number of graduates every year is very large, but job vacancies are inadequate with the number of job seekers that always increase every year.

Mama said that I had to be independent without relying on her. There is no need to use a family name to get high standing and decent work. He wants me to work to my ability.

And this is my skill. Become a janitor at a star hotel. And that was also on the recommendation of Rindi who at that time happened to meet at a our customer cassette store.

October is the rainy season. The cold night wind shivered my nerves and blood flow. It's not usually like this. I am not a weak woman. My physique is quite strong, even when I come home at night, I often get rained on. Never had a fever or flu.

However, it was different from a few nights. I often feel dizzy and tired. Looks like my immunity is down or not okay.

After parking the bike in the employee's parking lot, I immediately headed to the attendance place before changing into a uniform in the changing room.

My stomach was stirred, wanting to vomit with a cold sweaty body. I leaned my back for a moment against the jet-black marble-clad wall with a tinge of elegant-looking gold. I massaged my nose suddenly. I seem to catch a cold.

"Alea, you're okay, right?"

The voice of someone who happened to be in the employee locker room reprimanded me. I'm shaking. My face must have been very paled.

"Sister, it looks like I catch a cold," I said weakly. I can't stand it anymore. It feels really uncomfortable.

"Here you go, you better rest. Let me tell the manager."

I responded with a nod because even at that moment my lips were too weak to make a sound. An iron holder in the locker room I used to rest this body for a moment. At least until the nausea in my stomach disappeared.

I reached for the smartphone in my sling bag, contacted Rindi to ask her to deliver a glass of warm tea here. At least a warm drink can relieve the nausea that currently plagues my stomach.

I waited for Rindi by leaning her head against the cold wall. About five minutes later, Rindi came with a glass of warm tea in her right hand. The woman immediately bowed towards me, putting a warm tea glass beside me.

"Your face is pale." He looked worried about finding me weak like this. I just nodded. However, my nose suddenly felt a strange scent that made my stomach taste like it was being stirred.

My hands are up, my mouth shut. "Rindi, what perfume are you wearing? It smells so bad."

Rindi approached me, but I immediately held back using my wide-open right palm.

"Stop! Stay there."

Rindi according. I'm back to my incessant vomiting.

I'm limp. My body slumped on the floor. My eyes are yellowing.

Rindi came to help me stand up. This time, I tried to breathe out of my mouth, afraid of nausea after smelling the scent of perfume that Rindi was wearing. I was put back on the iron chair I had occupied. Rindi offered me warm tea.

"Drink! Your face is very pale."

I said, taking a sip of the warm drink that Rindi brought me. Slowly, the golden liquid flowed warmly in my throat, then penetrated into the stomach. It felt so comfortable, that Rindi said something that made me choke.

"Alea, you're not pregnant?"

Shock. I spit out the tea in my mouth. I choked and coughed. Superfluity. Why would Rindi suspect that I am pregnant?

"What are you talking about? Of course I don't ha-" My mouth is open. I just remembered that my instructional schedule should have come around the twentyth of this month. However, it is now more than a week off the schedule that it should be. I stammered. "Ha-miles? It's impossible."

I looked at Rindi's face with a nod. I can't possibly get pregnant, can I? I can't stand it if it happens to me.

"Have you been feeling weak, tired, and lethargic lately?" Rindi asked me again. I nodded weakly by biting my lower lip.

"Your kiss is more sensitive?" Once again I nodded.

"Slowly came the moon?" ask again. And now, I answered him with tears suddenly dripping, scattering on the cheeks.

"Rindy!" I covered my face with both palms.

No, this can't happen. I can't take it. My crying just broke. Rindi grabbed me, hugged me tightly. He apologized to me. Maybe he really felt guilty. But I don't care about it. I was just thinking about the worst possible thing that would happen if there really was a growing fetus in my womb.

How am I supposed to deal with all this? How do I tell Mama?

A series of thoughts crashing and whacking my head. The anger of my mother I definitely got. And ...

Sister Rena, I will definitely disappoint her.

Oh, my God, what should I do?