A Wound

Chapter 63

"Assalamu'alaikum!" said Ara greeting, when entering his house, after returning from the supermarket.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" sahut Bi Darmi, one of the household assistants who had worked at Mama Reta's house. And now he works at Ara's house at Mama Reta's request. "Let me help, Don." Bi Ratih grabbed a few cantons from Ara's hand.

"Mama's not here yet, Bi?" ask Ara.

"Yes, not yet, Non."

"Yes, then Auntie helped Ara arrange this groceries yes," he asked.

"Ready, Non," Bi Darmi replied smiling.

"Es cream is a lot, Non," said Bi Darmi, when opening one of the bags. And immediately put the ice in the refrigerator.

"Yes, Ara was so eager to eat ice cream. But not anymore. If Bi Darmi wants to, Bibi will eat, "Ara replied, taking out some groceries and arranging them in the closet.

"But why don't you eat it, Non?"

"Come, Bi. Suddenly I felt no more taste, "Ara replied.

"Is Non-Ara pregnant?" Bi Darmi smiled, and looked at the master.

"Pregnant?" said Ara Lirih, holding her stomach.

"Yes, the mood of a pregnant person is usually like that, Non. Very fast to change" said Bi Darmi. Makes Ara laugh at hearing it.

"I'm not pregnant, Bi. I met a shitty guy at the supermarket. Because of that my mood suddenly changed, "typical Ara. "Then I go to the room first, Bi. Go change clothes first. If Mama comes, quickly call me yes, Bi." he asked, which was later confirmed by Bi Darmi.

Ara went up to her room holding her stomach. Back with the words of Bi Darmi.

There was a glimmer of hope in his heart, for last month he did not come. But, he also never once felt nauseous, which should be felt by pregnant women in general. Until making it, throw away his hopes.

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"Raphel?" Call Ibra. "What's right here?" ask Rafael who is currently in the lobby of his office.

"Oh, hi! I passed by and remembered you" replied Rafael. "Do you want lunch together?" bring him.

"Can, come. It just so happened that I was just about to have lunch" Ibra agreed.

The two then went to a cafe not far from Ibra's office. They enjoy their lunch while talking lightly, talking about their respective activities.

"Say kids, you've never been to a club again" Rafael said on the sidelines of their conversation.

"Hahaha yes. You know, I'm not going to your place just for fun" Ibra replied.

"Yes, you'll only come when there's trouble, bitch!" rafael said, making Ibra laugh. "Then what is your relationship with your wife?" rafael asked seriously.

"Thank God very well" replied Ibra smiling. "Married, so that you too may feel happy to have a wife. Stop playing with your women, and be serious with one woman" Ibra said.

"Well! you make me jealous.... Alright I'll try to find a suitable woman" replied Rafael chuckling. "Oh yes, do you have children?" ask again.

"Unfortunately, not yet" replied Ibra smiling bitterly.

"Thank God!" Rafael's words made Ibra link her eyebrows together, looking at her.

"I mean, you'll be very troubled when you have children. I see it clearly in my friends who have had children. Their moves have become limited because of it" he added.

"But I want it so much. I want to spend all my time for my family. And it would be very happy of course," replied Ibra smilingly imagining.

"What do you mean?" Ibra's jaw hardened, not accepting the man's question.

"Hahaha, I was just kidding. Why are you so serious.... Lately I have often seen people who are cheated on by his wife" he said without guilt.

"And it will never happen to my wife" Ibra said.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to vilify your wife."

Ibra raised her arm, to see the circular time machine. "It looks like my break time is running out, I'm going back to the office."

"Well see you next time."

With feelings still filled with resentment, Ibra stood up from her seat, and passed by without responding to Rafael's words.

"What a weird question!" he murmured, as he took a quick step towards his office.

While in the office, Ibra continued to think about Rafael's words which he thought were very strange. But Ibra brushed it all off, because he believed his wife was very loyal. Ara is not the type of girl who is easily tempted by other men. And he was very sure of that.

Because he kept thinking about his wife, making Ibra suddenly feel longed for the woman. Eventually he decided to contact his wife.

Ara who was at home, and was seriously making a cake with Mama Reta, was a little confused when getting a phone call from her husband. His hands are dirty right now.

Until finally he decided to lift the call and activate the speaker mode.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear. What again?" ask Ibra from across.

"This, again learn to make cake with Mama."

"Well, it must be good."

"You don't know yet, it hasn't been."

"So for my sister."

"Yes. Ara did make it special for Brother."

"really? I can't wait to taste it.... Do I let you go home, okay?"

"Don't! I'm not going to spend it. Ara will save everything for Brother. If Big Brother likes it, Ara will make it again later."

"No need. After eating the cake, I just want to eat the maker alone, definitely no less sweet."

"Kakaakaabic... Mama heard it," cried Ara, looking down embarrassed.

"Good God, why didn't you say." Ibra quickly disconnected her phone connection. I feel ashamed of what he said.

Ara shook her head and kept her head down, feeling ashamed of her mother-in-law, who just kept laughing at her.

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