100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Ardhan

This morning was better, not bad luck when I woke up, and there were no damn wipes scattered by Mr. Emil was as usual, but there was something different about welcoming my peaceful morning, the aroma of cooking from the direction of the kitchen as I exited the room. My sense of smell led me to step into the place we used the least. There, the handsome, bvlgary-scented man who broke my heart so badly, stood facing the electric stove while wearing an apron.

"Good morning" said Emil without looking back, hey, I didn't make a sound at all when I got close, even seemed to settle down to take a peek at it, so, how did he know I was here? Does he have an eyeball on his back?

"Ouh, good morning," I replied with a little, clumsy.

"You,,, cooking?" ask me as I approach.

"Hemm," he answered briefly, lifted up the pot of chicken soup, and put it on our small table.

I just kept looking at it with a feeling of fascination. Until his heavy voice came back to wake me up.

"Sit down, there's still time for breakfast together." Emil pulled out the chair but he sat on the other chair, okay, that seat means that to me.

I approached and sat down on the chair that Emil had pulled.

"I, uh, didn't know you could cook,"

Emil gave me plates, spoons and forks, I took them and I put them in front of me. There's rice, Emil even got it for me, wait, why is he being so nice? Even the sweetest, was he planning something?

"Many things you don't know about me" said Emil flatly, and he began to eat his food without seeing me at all.

I was still silent, thinking about the possibilities, did Emil give anything in this meal? Did he poison me? Ah, I guess not, it's too extreme. Or maybe, he gave the medicine pe.rang.sang? Oh my God, my heart is racing at the thought of that. Could Emil have done it?

I quickly stood up to the sound of the chair galloping because the push from my body shocked Emil, stopping his eating activities.

"A-a I have to leave soon, m-sorry, good-bye!" I quickly ran away, quickly left the kitchen and left the apartment immediately, ignoring Emil who was just silently staring at the dining table I left behind.

"Oh my God," I touched my thumping chest when I was outside and the main door was closed.

"What the fuck? He's never been nice to me all this time, and suddenly just turned so sweet, what do you think I'm stupid? To the point of not being able to guess his plans and ruse? You're a bang.sat guy!" I grumbled at the thought of my own thinking. If it's true Emil did that to benefit from me. The drug pe.rang.sang, because of the damn medicine I have to marry him.

"Mira!"

The voice of a man, I turned to the right, saw him who had just called my name.

Both of my eyes were broken when I met the man in front of the door of the apartment next to me.

"Ardhan!"

"So that's right you?" Ardhan came closer. He smiled and looked at me with a happy face.

Ardhan, my ex-boyfriend who was on the verge of marrying me, but when my father had a stroke and my family's economy was at its lowest, Ardhan's parents cancelled our marriage. The blessing that I had once had was gone for a while.

"Oh my God, Namira, I can't believe I saw you here!" Ardhan exclaimed happily, unlike me who was nervous, how not? After all, we used to be together, I love him so much, and he was the first man to touch my body.

"Namira," Ardhan was about to touch both my shoulders with both his hands, I reflexively retreated, breaking eye contact with my head down, suddenly my heart ached to remember him who had left me so easily.

"Namira,,,,!" ardhan shouted as I decided to run away from there immediately, leaving behind Ardhan whom I should never see again. I can't stand being close to Ardhan. It makes me feel, sick.

***

My quiet morning did not necessarily make my day good, not to mention the thought of Ardhan filling the contents of the brain along my way to the office, the negative aura re-shadowed.

At the office everything changed, the atmosphere felt very uncomfortable because some employees looked at me with gazes,,,, strange, I guess.

Not infrequently I found them whispering behind my back, just yesterday I began to know them one by one, but today everything changed just like that.

"Yes, yesterday I saw it for myself, he went with Patricia!" a woman muttered to a male friend I overheard as I passed their cubicle.

"It's a pity, when she's beautiful." the man responded.

Okay, I know the problem sits. Everyone looked at me with such a gaze for what reason, they thought that I was one species with Patricia, my God, that's right.

I sat in my chair holding back my anger, turned on the computer to prepare for the task, and looked at who had welcomed me, Patricia whom I had already written was indeed near me.

"Good morning, Namira!" greet Patricia friendly.

"Again, Patricia." I replied with a smile, I just wanted to work, I didn't want to get into trouble or have a relationship with anyone in this company. Especially a woman.

"How are you doing this morning?" Patricia started to mince words. And I responded politely.

"Good,"

Refocusing herself on work, until a few minutes later, Patricia again invited me to talk.

"What if we have lunch at OC Restaurant!" patricia.

"The food there is good, isn't it, Namira?"

"I think we should talk about it openly, Patricia!" I stopped my activity on the keyboard, then looked at Patricia inside.

"About what?" patricia asked in a soft tone, sounding serious, much different from her cheerful speech style, maybe Patricia could immediately catch the expression of my face.

I let out a rough sigh, now that I was at a loss where to start.

"Mira?" call Patricia after I've just been quiet and seemed to think.

"Why are you lying to me?" patricia's forehead frowned with the look of her eyes full of question marks.

"You know about me? Did Sexyola tell you?" patricia asked sounds challenging.

I was silent, wanting to say no, but still this had something to do.

***

Here we are now. Toilet girl, after Patricia pulled me to talk about it seriously.

"I recognize your face because Sexyola once uploaded a photo of you together on her Instagram page, at first I was hesitant, but after I made sure it was you, I approached you, and it was a coincidence that our cubes were even close together, he said, fate is unexpected."

I just stood a little distance away from him who seemed to be staring at the glass sink.

Several times I swallowed the coarse salivary for some reason there was a domineering fear.

"I've loved Sexyola ever since we were in school, but she just played me, and she actually likes Fabrizio, do you know her?"

I nodded nervously in response. Patricia smiled but not a smile of hospitality, can I say if the smile is like a sneaky smile from the antagonist in the movies? That kind.

"I was thrilled when Fabrizio finally moved to his Grandma's home country, because I thought, Sexyola would come back to me, but I was wrong, she was in a relationship with Emil."

DEG.

My heart was beating faster when Emil's name came out, let alone his relationship with Sexyola, the pain was dominating my heart.

"You must know Emil too, right? You're taking a picture of the four, and another guy I don't know,"

I remember now, the photo that Patricia meant was definitely a photo of when our wedding day, was a mistake, rather the wedding reception of Aretha and Zio, and me, Emil, Reyhan, to name a few, one table with Sexyola who was taking us selfies.

"I lied to you, Namira. But not completely, about the boy I told you about, it's true, I adopted a boy, and about the lover, I still expect Sexyola to come back to me, which is why I'm taking you there."

"To make Sexyola jealous" I concluded. Patricia looked at me sharply. It was obvious that he did not like my words. Or the way I talk.

"It's up to you to do what you want, but don't involve me." I turned around to get out before I finally felt the rough pull on my hair.

"Ohhhhh!" screams pain.

Patricia grabbed my hair and banged me against the wall with me facing the wall while she pressed me from behind. Strong enough for a woman's energy.

"Don't fuck around, Namira!" patricia's words sound like a threat, can I cry now? No, I am Namira Hermawan, daughter of a strong father and mother.

"Luhhhh!" I pushed my back so hard that Patricia pulled back and almost fell down. His eyes were as sharp as they were ready to pounce.

"Don't you think I'm a weak woman you can fool, Patricia, you've been looking for the wrong prey!" I quickly went from the toilet running back to my cubicle regardless of the condition of my hair that must have been a mess. And will invite questions or conclusions of other employees who see it.

A drop of tears just flowed by, and I quickly rubbed it rough, grabbed the bag on the table and ran out of the company. I decided I was going to resign, and never see a woman like Patricia again, they were so scary.

***

Arriving at home I was surprised because there were people, assisted hygiene who came every once a week to clean the apartment as a whole, including washing a pile of Emil clothes, because for my clothes, I washed it myself.

"Oh, ma'am, you're home!" greet the woman who is much older than me while smiling politely.

"Ah, you surprised me a little" I said honestly.

"Sorry, ma'am, but why?" ask the woman I forgot her name while smiling.

I shook my head, though,

"No, forget it."

I closed the door, then sat on the couch. The woman brought me a glass of water, I received it and immediately gulped down to the toilet.

"The lady seemed very tired, Mr. Emil said that Mrs was working, and was going home in the afternoon, but it was still early morning, and the Madam was back, was Madam okay? Madam's not sick, is she?"

Kulirik nametag on his chest. Laurent, what a name.

"No, Laurent, I'm fine."

Laurent nodded then was about to step up, but I quickly stopped him by asking about, Emil. My God,,, I must have really gone crazy for asking that man bang.sat.

"Do you know where Mr Emil is? Did he go to the office? Or somewhere? Did he tell you where he was?"

I stared at Laurent who had opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly he looked down again, nodded and retreated. I cringed in wonder.

"Lau,," my voice that was about to call Laurent's name choked.

Okay, I asked about the whereabouts of someone who was actually near me, leaning against the wall holding both hands together while looking at me, and what was that? A smile on his lips. That annoying-looking smile, is he going to make fun of me now?

I turned my eyes, cleared my throat to reduce the embarrassment.

"So,,," Emil's voice, suddenly he's behind me, his face so close to my face that it's looking straight ahead. The smell of his breath hit my smell past my neck, and it caused an incredible sensation, I also fell in love with the bvlgary scent of his body.

"You looking for me?" Emil paused, and I enjoyed my heart beating ever more crazily.

"Thank you, Namira?"

***