Wife To Alan
Outdrew

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AUTHOR POV

"I told you, you don't have to cook if I don't tell you. Look now, everyone's shabby. Just cook it up, you idiot."

Instantly Inanti's tears fell, looking down at the trembling fingers. 

"Remember, your area is just that room, do not be pretentious to cook or clean up. Your work is not with me."

Inanti ventured to raise her face staring at her husband's beautiful black bead. "Sorry, Brother."

"Sorry, sorry, do you think I'm sorry to make up for my loss? What about a fire?"

Inanti's cry became more and more so, the only way to stop it by biting the lower lip. 

"I'm leaving, you're in your room. Don't touch my stuff."

And when Inanti reached out to kiss her hand, Alan ignored her. Then followed by the sound of the door slamming.

This morning, Alan the husband left in a fit of rage. Husband? Either Inanti deserves to call it that way or not, because in reality Inanti was never treated as his wife.

Alan Praja Diwangsa, the man who is now her husband, the husband who does not want her. This marriage was just bad luck to Alan. In fact, it should be Inanti who feels aggrieved. Inanti is raped by her own senior sister, gets pregnant, and is forced to marry Alan. 

After marriage, Inanti was treated like trash. Dumped in his former maid's room, often unnoticed. In fact, her pregnancy that had reached the age of two months was never questioned. The money he never gave, which made Inanti must immediately prepare for work.

This morning Alan was angry that Inanti was cooking fried rice. Not intentional, but this nausea makes it have to linger long in the bathroom. And if Alan had warned, Inanti did not dare to touch the kitchen again. 

If Alan told his wife to cook, Inanti would cook and eat the rest of the food. Unfortunately, this morning Inanti had to eat breakfast with fried rice.

"Depart, Mom?"

Inanti's head looked up, Mang Asep Alan's driver had not yet left. Makes Inanti ask questions.

"Kok Mang hasn't left yet?"

"Sir, bring his own car, he says there's a show."

"Oh yes." Inanti nodded her head in understanding as she stepped closer to the bicycle stored in the back yard.

"Mommy's leaving? Let me take you."

"You need to, man, just go ahead."

"Mother is pregnant again, do not be soy sauce, ride a power-draining bike. I'm taking the car, ma'am, this is mom's car anyway."

Actually Inanti wants to, but Inanti is sure that Alan knows he will be furious. "Ga papa, Mang, all sports."

"Well then, ma'am, if there's anything on my phone."

"Yes, Mang, ready. Don't 'Mothers.' mulu, Mang, call Inanti, feel like my mothers."

Mang Asep laughed. "It's not so, Mom, you're my employer."

"Haha, yes, Mang. I'm leaving, Assalamualikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

His feet pedaled the bike for about fifteen minutes before finally arriving at my place of work. As a waitress of a small food stall, her salary is enough to fill Inanti's stomach everyday.

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"Today, today you work until the afternoon, because Mba Marni is sick."

"Yes, Mbo," he told the owner of the rice shop.

While sitting waiting for customers, Inanti's eyes saw the campus building that was across the street. That's where Inanti used to study, confidently considering Inanti went to college with a scholarship. 

However, for some reason Inanti felt that God had not allowed her to be happy. Three months Inanti entered college, had to be expelled for making mistakes. Actually what's wrong here is Alan, Inanti the victim he raped, Inanti who got the loss by him. 

And the news spread quickly, that Inanti teased a late-level S-2 senior until Inanti became pregnant. The truth is completely reversed, when they knew Inanti was raped, but they continued to call Inanti ******. Moreover, his friend Alan, their innuendo was able to make him cry for hours at every prostration of my prayer.

"Mba, is there fried jengkol?"

"She, Mom."

"Wrap yes, Mba, take sambel with rice."

"Is there anything else, Mom?"

"Can, Mas, wait a minute, please sit."

"Sip."

"Rice cake, Mas?"

"Yes, Mba, that's a lot of yes, two-person portions."

"Yes ready."

This rice stall is not too crowded, considering that here and there are caffe and prestigious restaurants. And Mbo Maemunah defended his land, rejecting all offers of land buyers.

"This, Mas, so 15 grand. Thanks." Thanks."

There is not much that Inanti does, back to sit waiting for customers, clean and do what Mbo Maemunah told. "Inan, please bring spices at Mother Lanti's house, yes, Mbo ordered yesterday."

"Yes, Mbo, would you like to buy some tempeh?"

"There's still, take the spice."

"Okay, Mbo."

Inanti rushed there. The heat, while walking is perfect for pregnant women like it. His house is not too far away. 

And one bad luck, coming home from Bu Lanti's house, Inanti saw Alan with his friend's friend having lunch at the roadside Caffe. Inanti panicked, that was the only way Inanti returned, unfortunately again Alan and his friends ate on the outside of the cafe. 

"Oh my God, what should I do?" 

Alan doesn't know Inanti's working. Either he would care or not, but Inanti must have made him angry for humiliating him in front of her friend.

"Eh, yes, no, I'm Alan, the dipake hotel girl."

Inanti's fear stopped when they realized they were talking about her. There are Alan, Rizki, Andria and Delisa. One gang that has always been a dream of other students. Delisa, the chili-mouthed woman who always makes Inanti cry.

"Hahaha, yeah, I'm too. As bad as I am, I never playin cewe hotel." Rizki added. "Part of you're not disgusted after nyoblos, Lan? Turns out…. That rich lo type."

Andria laughs. "Nevery time, Alan was rejected by Vanesa, so blind could not see which quality."

"Udah si don't tease him mulu," said Delisa join teasing. "Lo on want your business run aground? Be quiet, don't tease our boss, besides she likes it the same girl, girl who wants to go out at night."

"Your mouth wants on my bogem?"

"Wooohooo, our boss is angry. After a long time finally chirping too." Rizki laughed loudly. "But, Lan, are you sure you want to have a rich wife forever?"

"Yes, ***, did Alan say he wanted a divorce if it was born," said Delisa.

"Seriously? When did he say that?" Ask Andria.

"When the party's at the club, do you want to know what he said?" Delisa seduces. "She said she was disgusted by Inanti, it was poor, it smelled, it had so many more slums."

"But beautiful, Del, her face is smooth, clean." Andria imagined.

Delisa clucking. "Yes smooth, because it is rubbed mulu same om om."

And their every laugh, made Inanti's tears drip even more profusely. 

"Hahahahaha, disgust me, the fruit fell not far from the tree. I want to go to jail again, right? He's a thief, right?"

"Yes, I saw it on the news. Unclean, Lan, it turns out your in-laws are criminals. You should get your shares down, hahahahaha…."

"Can on diem ain't you?"

"Udah sil, Lan, don't baper." Delisa pursed her lips. "But, Lan, answer me honestly. Do you hate or disgust him more?"

And silence arrived, Inanti was silent, her breath felt choked. 

Until Alan replies, "Gue was disgusted with her, I never raped her."

'O Allah, what sin did my servant commit until you gave me such a great trial? When will I be happy? How's your son's fate?' Inner Inanti.

And someone accidentally nudged his shoulder, making Inanti scream and fall. And it caught the attention of Alan's friend. Delisa stood up and looked at Inanti, she laughed, "Oow, Lan, this is you!"

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TBC...