The End of the Wing Miss
Am I Too Stupid?

The Naya POV

He put his gait back on the dashboard. The man with the title of husband refocused on the street in front of him. His eyes were straight on the weekend traffic that was starting to get crowded in front.

I choose to wait in silence. Waiting for an explanation from the man who looks plate only, as if nothing happened. No explanation to be given. Maybe that's what he had in mind.

I sighed, a little longer and then exhaled a little rough.

It was always the thick curtain of secrets that was laid out before me.

Why did Tek Za call him? Since when did he establish communication with Mother's sister?

When he heard the sentence after sentence that was sliding from his tongue when answering the phone, it looks he is very close to tek Za. Doesn't sound awkward in his tone. It's just that he seemed to avoid long conversations, as if someone was trying to hold him. There's something he doesn't want me to hear. Butwhat?

Since my incident kidnapping a few days ago, he's been impressed to cover up a lot of things from me. At midnight when I woke up, I knew he was in a phone call with someone I believed to be Andrian, his assistant and cousin. A lot of things they talked about, although I couldn't catch them whole, but I can conclude they were talking about Nadia.

At lunch at the restaurant. He chokes just because of a call or incoming message on his device. Who contacted him until he was so surprised? Nadia is?

Fate basic! Losing my phone and wallet during the incident made me feel like I was lost in the jungle. Lost in the wilderness.

I was completely blind to the situation and conditions around me. I'm not updating with information. Unfortunately, he did not intentionally give me access to information and communication. If he wants to, is it hard to buy me a new phone? Poor me!

I'm sure something has happened with me, him or Nadia. It seemed he was a little careless with unstable emotions. Many times I found him angry on the phone.

I know with his conflict management skills, he's trying to hide the panic that's really going on. In front of me he acted as if nothing had happened. Try to show that everything is okay! Mhm .. did he forget that I was a child of psychology? Gesture and body language clearly explained. He's not doing well!

With poor conditions, there is nothing I can do now. Waiting and waiting is a temporary solution that seems stupid and very helpless!

Stupid you??? Looks like I'm so stupid, or maybe I just wait?

How not?! For years he ignored me. Throwing me into the slump of a mahligai named household. Tied strongly in the mitsaqan ghalizhon, but then let me escape no man. Struck by battalion indak! (Like hanging, but not using a rope, between nothing and nothing, but real - - Minangkabau adage).

Never come to visit me in a country of people. Once he came, only to show his affection with the woman.

It's still in my memory that day. I was involved in a project off campus with Prof Anne at the Louvre Museum for two weeks, when my eyes caught her presence there. There was a sudden shiver as our eyes clashed.

But unfortunately for me, some full moon did not meet after driving me to France, one month after our wedding, it turned out that he was not present to free the longing that had been chained, shackled.

Two days later I found out that he had remarried to the woman I had met that day. The woman is someone who is reported by the media as her lover who works as a model. Beautiful, famous, has many fans, from a distinguished family. It looks perfect in the eyes of a world full of mirages and deceit.

I'm the stupid one! His lavish wedding reception was even broadcast live on some pay tv that I later found to be his. Why don't I know it at all? How stupid!

It takes time to get back to being able to hold your head up without a hunch!

If he had a girlfriend before he married me, why would he accept to continue the match, replacing Ken's bang?

As a man he had more power to resist. He has enough power to argue. But why did he just accept it? Willing to get married but then throw me into the hell of the world!

Five years I tried to bury the taste, divert the wound by assuming it didn't exist. Grateful that the Louvre Incident Museum was an 'accident' that was later healed by distance and time.

Had had the ambition to reap the rewards by filial to the husband after the absence of Father and Mother, the quality set aside to gain the reward of in-laws taste of father and birth mother. Tan Sri Abdul Hamid and Puan Sri Latifah.

Presenting them both in every prayer after father and mother is one of my forms of worship. Trying to fulfill all their rights over me as their daughter-in-law. Not to disappoint, I always try to obey whatever wishes they both, especially Mama.

Studying Fashion Designer is not my passion at all, but in order to grant the request of the mother-in-law, I tried to brush aside my guard.

And three months ago, when the wound was no longer bleeding, it almost healed completely, I decided to go home. Not my choice of Seremban or Kuala Lumpur, but Jakarta is the answer to my long-held istikharah to start the work.

It was hoped to meet him in order to immediately end the story that was already overloaded with injuries, but never expected to meet him so soon.

At that time, my desire to benefit the surrounding, led me to be involved in Bundo Nilam's People's Light Foundation project with Noghoghi Holding which turned out to be his.

Trying to avoid meeting him after the project was completed, it turned out that fate instead reunited me and him in Seremban. And this time it is not half-hearted, even at the home of Mama-in-law.

Duh! Why is destiny so fucked with me? How not? The intention to end the story was stumbled instead by the hope of two women who were so sincere in love with me, Grandma and Mama.

The great hope that hovered was so heavy on my frail shoulders. Their hope, asking me to embroider back the golden thread that is increasingly weathered and fragile even almost broken eaten by the delights of dissension, misunderstanding and ego alone.

Can what I am? To reject and disappoint both is a real impossibility. There's no way I'm gonna do it.

I don't know, love or remuneration that led me to step up. Uh! The two seem unreal.

For a few days in Seremban, this guy was trying to tear me down. Trying to hold me in different ways. Starting from the flamboyant style of the street playboy, or returning like the duo's older brother, Kei-Ken who always existed in my childhood, to the super hero of the world's savior.

Several times I admit, I was lost, almost completely entangled in her charm. Either as a wife who has never been 'touched', or as a young girl who is easily trapped by persuading the cassanova. I don't know!

And today he again intends to captivate me. In a glorious place, in front of many. How could I possibly humiliate him with a rejection?

For me he remains a brother who used to take care of me so well with bang Ken, even promised to always take care of me, forever! Long ago, long ago!

But above all those reasons, ranging from feelings of love or gratitude and service to Mama and Grandma, or him as an older person, or her, a brother who once took care and promised to always take care, there is one reason I keep neat in the deepest corner of the heart.

The reason that made me lawful to him and he was also lawful to me. He is the most entitled to me and to all that I have.

The reason that confirms me on qolbun (heart) that does like to flip. Today he said yes, tomorrow he can change. This second no, the next second can change yes.

The reason is ...

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To be continued

Thank God you can double up. The money owed a few days back. Pray for the debt, yes...

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