That boy is my wife!
Stranded Circumstances

"Fer, what are you doing standing there?" ask Bima, one of my colleagues as well.

He looked at me with a question mark. When I saw myself standing pensively near an ornamental plant, a broad widow.

Wait, don't tell me it was just my daydream? All the words I had spoken, as well as Jiya's warm embrace, didn't seem real?

"Heh, even daydream again. That's sought after Mr. Soleh loh. Said someone wanted him to talk about it." Bima said back, pulling my wrist to go with him.

I still look dazed. Hurriedly looking towards the park bench that Jiya was sitting on earlier. Unfortunately, there was no one else there. Is it possible that I was hallucinating?

"Rep, Bim. Pas lo dateng here, wiggling girls again sitting on a park bench?" I was so curious.

Bima just shook her head slowly, in return. "No. Just fitting I want nyamperin lo earlier, I did not accidentally pass the same Mr. Ilyas and Jiya in the hotel lobby."

"Jiya? Jiya owners HappyTea?" many quick.

Bima smiled thinly. "Why do you suddenly get that spirit, you don't have the same feeling as him, right? Dengerin I Fer, even if you have a taste, mending pendem aja, deep. The competition is heavy."

Closer his head to me again, Bima whispered. "Gue heard the news, Mr. Ilyas is his candidate."

The ilyas? Ilyas, who the hell?

Seeing the look on my face that seemed to not know about Ilyas, Bima then explained.

"Hadeh, wonder about me. People as smart as you, can slow too well, Fer. I mean Ilyas Prambudi. Ituloh, the young CEO of his son one of the SOE ministers. Don't tell me you still don't know."

I fell silent, where I stood. It was as if my heart had just gotten a hard hit, to feel claustrophobic instead of playing.

"They're fiancees?" reply, ask.

Bima seemed to be scratching the bottom of his chin, thinking. Soon after, he shook his head again.

"Either? Uh, but if you're wondering why not ask the guy directly?" bima's suggestion made me stare coldly at her.

Then, choose to step away. Leaving Bima who was calling my name from behind.

***

After returning from the business meeting, I really thought about Bima's words. Feeling anxious, if the news about Jiya and Ilyas is true.

Ah, goddamn. I suddenly remembered Mamah Vivi's words, while in the hospital. What if there is a third party in our relationship?

And now it is proven. You're Fer! Really lousy guy!

Finished feeding myself, I finally opened the laptop. Finding out the information about Ilyas Prambudi is as complete as possible. From education, friendship, business, to romance. Anyway, I'm looking all the way to the roots.

Until, my eyes are perfectly rounded when I find a photo of a girl on her social media account. Although the picture is only from behind, but I'm sure that it's Jiya. What's more, the caption on the status. It automatically makes me bite my finger on the bed.

'I'm really lucky to meet you.'

"No!!!"

"Why? Wh why? You see the thief, right?" Momi asked, with a baseball bat in hand. Already so he still wears a mask on his face, which now lives partially on the side of the face.

"No Mom, Ferdi was just shocked to look at people's photos." I answered listlessly, who then got a free jewel in the ear.

"Eat him your bini susulin hunt! Surprised, it's been almost three years. Three years, Fer! If Momi is Jiya, Momi has you as husband. Or if you need to find a more handsome, clean and responsible Momi."

I who heard Momi's words lowered my head. Not reluctant to answer, but all his words are true.

Then, three years is not just numbers or writing. But so much time was wasted, and I just stayed away without doing anything for sure.

I admit, I'm really sorry about this.

"Diem's? Nyesel, right?" momi said in her high tone.

It was seen that the woman who gave birth to me was taking out her teardrops that she had been holding all this time.

"How much you gonna live, Fer? Inget, you're not a kid anymore. You're three-headed, but why is your attitude still kind of like a kindergarten kid?" momi's insinuation is becoming more and more.

"The body is big, but the guts are a thread. If you do not start a business, Momi will remove your name from the inheritance. And Momi does not accept failure. Bring Jiya home, or you momi chopped!"

Momi has let out her frustration. Then, with a still fiery look, I looked at myself. He walked out of the room, with the door deliberately slammed hard from the outside.

I was still sitting on the bed with a sad look, looking at the laptop screen. Can only exhale heavily while rubbing the surface of this rough face.

"Come Fer, show your courage and take Jiya from that Ilyas." My own spirit.

The next morning, I went to work as usual. However, when my footsteps reached the last step of the stairs. I've been rewarded with a look of war by Momi.

So too with Daddy. He who used to tell me to coffee together before going to the office, now looks indifferent.

That's it, Daddy sat back against my body with a newspaper that he deliberately opened as wide as his face. Seemed reluctant to be called.

To my surprise, when I intended to sit down for breakfast. On my plate, there was only writing from the sambal sausage that Momi made. About her request, who told me to bring Jiya back home.

"You didn't get rations for breakfast today" Momi said without turning her head towards me.

"You also will not ask Daddy to coffee with chess" said Daddy did not want to lose.

"And we'll get you as long as Jiya hasn't come back to this house. Point!" threaten them compact, similar to the SD child who again sulks.

I was just a head shake myself. Lazy to respond to it too. Today, I intend to start fighting. Especially after last night I saw that Ilyas was aggressively approaching Jiya.

Fiks, anyway I do not want to lose and not start too.

It's just that the universe isn't on my side. Right after I got out of the car and reached the front porch of the company. My eyes accidentally caught the two figures who were joking together on the street. Exactly the celebrity couple that I often see on television, when Momi watches gossip news.

Already so, Jiya looks happy next to Ilyas who looks to be smiling widely while tightly grasping his right hand.