The Marriage With D
Part 9's
“Dean know you are sick?” bimo's question opened up a conversation between him and Ara. Since entering the car Ara just silent. At first he refused to be ushered in by Bimo but because Bimo forced a little, Ara finally relented. It was also bad that Ara continued to reject the goodwill of someone who had helped her today.
“emm, I guess enggak” replied Ara, a little awkward actually being in one car with this guy.
“we eat first or want me to take you home directly?” Bimo changed the topic, aware that he shouldn't have asked about Dean. Actually he did intend to invite Ara to eat considering this was past lunchtime and it seems Ara has not had lunch.
“Can you go home directly? If you are hungry, I can go home alone if you want to eat first.” Guilt was clearly visible on Ara's face as she said that, she knew the good intentions of the man beside her but, it seemed like coming home was the best choice. It's unethical to eat alone with this guy. Although he knew Bimo was just being nice without any other intentions.
“eitt is not me hungry, but you need to eat. It's past lunchtime, you haven't eaten yet, right?” Bimo asked as he glanced at Ara beside him.
“but if you want to go home, yaudah I inter” continued Bimo
“iya back aja” replied Ara weak
After it was just a silence, Ara again felt a dizzy in his head, it seemed like he really needed a rest. Maybe after the rest of his situation will improve.
Arriving in front of Ara's house immediately came down. Do not want to be too troublesome Bimo who intends to deliver it to the house. Not forgetting he said thank you and after Bimo said goodbye. Not that I didn't want to invite in, but Ara felt that it was a little inappropriate considering that there was no one at home.
After cleaning Ara's body then rested, of course on the sofa. He didn't want to make Dean angry anymore. Hopefully after the rest of his body can improve.
Not until an hour Ara closed her eyes, the bell in front of the house rang.who comes this afternoon? Inner Ara. With a slight stagger Ara rushed outside opening the door, after seeing who was hitting the bell Ara immediately rushed to open the fence.
“Mama why didn't you call Ara?” said Ara while greeting her in-laws who turned out to come to visit and take over the luggage of the middle-aged woman.
“Mama forgot Ra” replied Ayana, after which they both immediately entered the house.
“Mama heard you were sick, so Mama came” said Ayana when they were sitting in the living room.
“Just a regular headache, my wife also must be healed” replied Ara trying to convince her in-laws that she was okay.
“Ara makes a drink first yes Ma” said Ara wanted to go to the kitchen but was immediately detained by Ayana “eh no need, Mama did not haus”
“Mama masakin you chicken soup village, usually if Mama again does not feel well like eating this” said Ayana while giving the lunch box she had brought.
“don't bother Ma. But thank you later will Ara eat”
The good thing about her marriage to Dean is that Ara has good in-laws, Ayana treats her like her own daughter. Not infrequently the in-laws send food or buy clothes for Ara. Even often invite Ara to shop together which Ara often refuses to remember he does not have time because he has to work and take care of the house.
Chatting with Ayana was very much liked by Ara. He felt the figure of a mother if he was with Ayana. Mother who had never felt her presence before. The small attention from Ayana that the woman always gave made Ara slightly entertained. At least in this unhappy marriage he still has something he can be grateful for.
“sup made by Mama was very good. Very different if I make” said Ara in the middle of his activity stirring vegetable stir in front of him.
“when Mama ajarin, so you often play to home” Reply Ayana while watching Ara who is cooking. He wanted Ara to visit often, but back again, not necessarily Dean would like it. Hearing Ayana's name alone seems to have made Dean snack especially if Ara says she wants to go see Ayana. He could have been kicked out by Dean.
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Ara could only stare at the food strewn on the floor. Food that has not been touched at all.
Just a moment ago Dean came home with overflowing emotions after seeing Ayana at his house. While Ayana Langung left shortly after Dean swept his arm at the food that had been arranged on the dining table.
"who do you think you have the right to invite him into this house?" hardik Dean, his neck veins until they stick out.
Ara was silent while looking down.His feet were bleeding due to broken shards of shard from broken plates and glasses scattered on the floor.
Some shards of shard pierced his feet, calves, and palms as a result of being pushed by Dean until he fell on the floor with shards of shard scattered.
Dean stood a few steps away from Ara with his hands clenched. Anger was clearly visible on his face.
"with the status of a wife I give you no rights in this house!" again Dean reminded Ara of her position.
Indeed, from the beginning Dean had already confirmed that this marriage meant nothing to the man. Ara did not forget at all who and how he was positioned.
"sorry" Ara's great-grandson amid her silent cries. The touch of the wedding ring on his ring finger, to strengthen himself so that his crying does not break. Only the ring became a symbol that he was someone's wife.
"the ring color?" Dean asked as he drew closer to Ara, grabbed by Ara's right hand then and forcefully removed the ring he had pinned during their first marriage.
"Yes..." Ara tried to protect her ring by clenching her hands
"give it!" shouted Dean
No matter how hard Ara tries, she won't be able to win against Dean. After successfully obtaining the ring Dean then walked towards the back of the house, Ara followed behind.
"Mass..!" ara shouted hysterically as Dean swung his arm and threw the ring over the wall, and the ring disappeared.
Outside it was very dark, Ara could only stare blankly at the air, slowly it decayed to the ground. There's nothing he can do. Crying is free too.
O Lord, strengthen me, Inner Ara while wiping away the tears that flowed down her cheeks.