Wife To Alan

Wife To Alan
Martabak Berjadi's


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Just then, Inanti silently lowered her head in confusion as to what she was about to say. Alan came out to give Eyang Sekar time to apologize in earnest. Of course Alan didn't leave her just like that, he waited outside the door and looked at her from the small glass there. He didn't want his wife to hear the word swear again, but Alan also couldn't resist Eyang Sekar's desire to give time, let alone him asking while crying.


Inside there, the hand of Eyang Sekar still holds the hand of Inanti. "Alan was angry, Riganta was angry, and he realized that you meant a lot to them."


Inanti was silent.


"What I hate about you."


And that sentence made Inanti even more silent, but her heart continued to recite the prayer.


"The one who hates because you are not of a noble heritage. Try you from a noble derivative, getting pregnant first will not be a problem."


This time Inanti looked back at Eyang Sekar, the old woman lying down crying. 


"Sorry yes. You want to, right?"


Inanti nodded, she let her hands be held by Eyang Sekar. "This is sorry. Heals, so he can go home."


"Jaga Alan yes.he's Eyang's favorite grandson."


Inanti nodded.


"Yes, Eyang."


"Where's sleep tonight?"


"In the house of Eyang," said Inanti slowly, she was afraid that the old woman would throw him back.


"Yes there. There's food in Eyang's room, there's Aa's favorite ginger candy, you take it. The key is in the housekeeper."


"Yes, Eyang."


"Where's she going?"


"Sama Mamah is out."


"This abbis going home?"


Inanti nodded.


"Tomorrow don't go home, doain Eyang healed so he can have dinner together again."


Inanti was silent for a long time, the dinner earlier traumatized her with all the stares and intimidation.


And that's when Alan came back in with a dinner tray.


"Who's dinner time," said Alan made the hands off of Eyang on Inanti. Alan whispered to his wife, "Nadia wants mimi, she's out with Mamah."


Inanti immediately moved. "This comes out first. The spit is healed."


Inanti took a deep breath after coming out from there. She wiped her tears with her hijab before stepping down to meet Nadia.


On the edge of the hospital was a restaurant, where Madelle was waiting.


"Myan? Mama called Alan, because she was afraid to bother you."


"Crying from earlier, Mah?"


"Newly, don't you bring a dot?"


"Forgotten, Mah," said Inanti, taking over Nadia and nursing her.


They're on the lonely side.


Madelle smiled at Inanti who was breastfeeding her child. Even though she was young, her maternal aura was already visible.


"Nan, the former surgery's still there?"


"She, Mah."


"Mama has the cure, which works. Tomorrow Mama bring it, it's still here, right?"


"God willing, if Inanti how Mas Alan."


The two talked there, for a few minutes while waiting for Alan from the Hospital.


And when Nadia finished drinking milk and fell asleep, someone arrived.


"Where to?"


"Yes?"


"Yes Allah…. Inanti, you're so big!"


Inanti silently looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her. She's confused.


"It's Aunt…. Bi Rukmini, your sister Mamah."


"Oh my God, Auntie…."


Inanti soon regretted it. "Auntie's here?"


"Auntie works here."


"Bi, this is Inan's father-in-law."


"Are you married?"


"Udah has a child, Bi."


Inanti almost shed her tears, the person in front of her was the one who loved her so much that she was taken by her husband somewhere back then.


That's when Alan came.


"Mas! This is my aunt, my sister my mother. Bi, this is Inan's husband."


Inanti looks enthusiastic to see the two shaking hands.


"Mas, we go to Auntie's house first."


"Eum. I'm taking you to Auntie's house, honey."


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As he said, Alan drove Inanti to his aunt's house he had just met today.


After Alan leaves in his car, Inanti and Rukmini step into the contract.


"Auntie lives contracted, Nan."


"Alone, Bi?"


"Yes, Aunt's husband married again, Aunt's son brought along with him."


Inanti looked pityfully, it turned out that there were still people who suffered more than her.


"Assalamualaikum" said Rukmini as she entered her house to exorcise the demon from within.


"Sit, Nan. Aunt bawain drink."


"Yes, Bi."


"Dede sleeps in the room. No. The room was empty really, calm down often Auntie sholatin."


Inanti said she put her baby there. A simple room in a small rented room. There are only two rooms here.


Afterwards Inanti again sat on the sofa near the room, she could look at Nadia from her seat. 


"So...., what is your father now, Nan?"


"Dad's still kayaking, Bi."


"Oh my God, be patient, son. But honestly Auntie was surprised to see you already have a child, already have a husband. Fortunately her husband from among the noble, Nan. Your life is good."


"Alhamdulillah, Bi," said Inanti smiled wryly if remembering the events first.


"What's here?"


"That's why Inanti's husband is sick."


"Ohhh... Is it Sekar?"


"Aunt know?"


"Aunty's husband used to work there. Your child's clan is Praja Diwangsa dong, Nan?"


"Yes, Bi."


"Alhamdulillah, your life is assured. Sorry Aunt couldn't help your mom."


That night they spent time chatting. Until Inanti did not realize it was 10 p.m.


"Nan, just sleep here. You're sleepy, aren't you?"


"Yes, Bi. Itanti sleepy."


"Udah, go to sleep. Later if your husband comes let aunt open the door."


"Thank you, Bi."


Inanti went into the room and closed the door. Inanti opens the game to leave the t-shirts and hot pants.


He's gonna send Alan a message.


There was a message from her husband.


22.01 P.M


Dear Alan: Yankk. I'm muting here, Papah like buying the sun's twin lamp.


Dear Alan Mas: How if nginep there, kasian Nadia if the overnight.


He smiled reading the message. Alan himself named himself after it.


Me : Yes, Mas. Here aja. Nadia is sleeping.


Dear Alan: How is it that Alan has not slept? Can't sleep, isn't there?


Me : Hoax


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Dear Alan : Subhanallah, very beautiful Mas Alan. Again dong, tar dapet plate.


Me : Don't want a plate, want a sweet martabak, Mas.


Dear Alan : Yes, what the hell is not. Same wagon I can buy, Nan.


Me : Which taste cheese honey same chocolate beans yes, Mas.


Dear Alan : Ready, Honey.


Me : Thanks, come home, Mas.


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Tbc.