Afraid to Widow

Chapter VIII (Grizelle Prameswari)

When I open my eyes, feel the bed, empty. I'm shocked. Where's Sahrial going?

"Allie!" shout me. Silent. There is no Sahrial. Did he fall asleep in the bathroom? I got up and looked in the bathroom. Niente. I'm more confused. I'll take HP to call Sahrial.

Connected. However, not lifted. I'm getting nervous. Where the hell is he going? Without thinking, I went out of the room. Then knock on the door next door. Jihan's room.

Hc .. tok …

Ammar opened the door.

"It just so happens that there's you, you're the same Sahrial, right?"

Ammar scrunched his forehead. "No. Watching Netflix with Jihan. Why mother?"

"I woke up Sahrial wasn't in the room. I'm on the phone, but it's not picked up."

"Yes, look for food. Kids love to eat."

Drr…

HP in the hand vibrates. The screen has a foreign number calling. I accept the rush.

"Hello, who?"

"Hello too. Do you know Sahrial?"

"Yes, I'm his wife. What's wrong with my husband?"

"Mother's husband is a heavy mabok, he passed out at Club Fortune."

I'm shocked. "Huh? Seriously? Okay, I'll be right there."

Ammar, who had been watching me, was curious. "What happened to Sahrial?" 

"He's a heavy mabok, he passed out at Club Fortune."

"Okay, I got you there."

"I'm coming!" jihan suddenly appeared at the door.

"No need. You're pregnant again. You'll have nothing else there."

“I'm sorry I'm so presumptuous, if you two go in the car instead of that you can't? His name is khalwat, right? Although my religious knowledge is shallow, but know the term from Kang Abik's novel,” Jihan said. I know, he must be jealous.

“True too. I didn't think there.”

Drrrt ..

My phone is shaking. On the screen it says Miss Nazneen called. Duh, Miss Nazneen why call when boisterous gini anyway? Forced to take his call.

“Halo, Gisel. Sorry I interrupted your honeymoon time.”

“No, Bu.” I lied. “What's up, Mom calls this hour?” I raised my hand. The hour hand shows at 22:00 WITA.

“You can not now go to the Kuta Bali regional hotel to represent me signing a writing competition cooperation with a famous publisher in Bali. Tomorrow morning, the CEO leaves for Singapore.”

Can't you just post it a signature or a digital signature? Duh, make a fuss! My grouse is in my heart. However, I can't possibly say that to Ms. Nazneen. The cost of this honeymoon is her. I had to say. “Good, Mom. I'm ready to go there. Please sharelock the place.”

Phone disconnected.

“Duh, very suddenly get a task from Big Bos. What is Ammar Sahrial's nyamperin? I'll go home later to pick up.”

“Nah, it's safer.”

Ammar went into his room. After five minutes, he ran around using long pants and a black leather jacket. Continued in his hand carrying the lock of the rental motor and HP. We also went to Sahrial.

***

Phyurs. Finally, the drama also runs Sahrial. He not only mabok, but also fight the same people at the club. As a result, the club asked for compensation for the actions of Sahrial. At first they asked for high. I had a hard time first. However, Ammar finally completed. I don't know what Ammar said about the manager of the club.

Sahrial is now behind the car. Ammar then drove a rental car.

"Hmmm ... instead of being quiet, can I have a conversation with you? Or do you want to eat first?"

Geez, the guy next to me is very polite. Want to invite a chat using all permission.

"I wonder where do you know Sahrial? I know the creature behind us is most males called commitment. Her heart has been numb ever since she broke up with her ex and was rejected by the same girl she liked."

"I'm in an office with Sahrial. My position is his platform manager, while he's pimred at AT Press publishing his print. Have you known Sahrial for a long time?"

"Lumayan. About three years. Known Ragiel. He had just come to Yogyakarta. I also spend time in the same place as Rajiel and Sahrial."

"Why do you want to marry Sahrial?"

"Destiny and a soul mate. Haha." I laugh. Either laugh at fate who must marry the Sahrial or what.

He laughed too. "Don't you, you're funny. The name of marriage is surely a soul mate. Yes there must be something that makes you want to marry Sahrial."

The guy next to me sucks. Can't I be honest with him that me and Sahrial are just a contract marriage?

Suddenly I saw Alfamart. "Mar, may I ask you to stop by Alfa first. Want to buy pads," I reasoned. Though the original want to divert the conversation so that he does not kepo again same marriage I with Sahrial.

***

I sat at the dresser. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw Sahrial just waking up. He squirmed, then rubbed his eyes.

"Huh? Where am I?"

"At the hotel."

"Could it be here? My seinget last night ..." Sahrial looked dazed. Trying to remember what happened last night.

"Last night you were a heavy mabok kept fighting at the club. As a result, I am compensating. Fortunately, Ammar had it all done. Why do you use everything? Make it a fuss."

"Yes, take care of you. It happened too, right?"

"Forgot our contract? This act of yours could ruin my good name. Don't think about it there, you?"

Sahrial ruffled hair. "Ah, I'm dizzy set-up mulu same you."

"Since you signed the marriage contract, it means you belong to me."

"I'm not an item. I need some privacy too. Do what I like. Let's cancel the marriage contract."

"Oh, it's not that easy Ojan. Is there a fine? Siao paid 500 million to me?"

"Like that. In my father's village land. I'll sell 1 billion. Just calm. So, from now on we're divorced!"

I gawk. So Sahrial is actually rich? So what happened yesterday until I owe five million and want to marry my same contract?

Sahrial packed his stuff into a black suitcase. Ten minutes later he went to drag the suitcase. How is he serious? I panicked myself. I'm following him. Can't let him go. Impacted my status of widow for a week.

"Oh, you can't divorce me! I don't accept diginiin!" I shouted at the door.

Unfortunately, the Sahrial passed. I sat down weakly and cried. Jihan and Ammar walk out of the room.

Jihan approached and touched the shoulder. "Sir, we have breakfast downstairs first let Ms. Gisel calm down."

***

"What do you want to eat?" bargain Jihan.

"I have no lust."

"Yes, have a drink to calm down. What do you want to drink?"

"Coffee hot items," chirped me origin.

Instantly I remembered that I had Magh's disease. However, I am very much bodo about it. 

Ammar waved his hand. The waiter came.

"Sir, ma'am, what do you want to order?"

"Chicken slurry two. Keep two hot teas and one bitter coffee."

"Well, wait a minute."

After the waiter left. I came back crying. I'm not crying for Sahrial to leave. However, I cry not ready to be a week old widow. Duh, what do people say try? Can be handled Nindya.

"Mbak can tell us what happened so Mbak a little relieved. Who knows if we can help."

Not a story, right? Suddenly doubt. After all, they can't necessarily help me with my problems with Sahrial. However, if not the story, a sense of tightness lodged in the chest.

I also started to tell you that we fought over Sahrial last night. Of course I didn't tell you about their contract marriage.

"Gue didn't know it was like this. Where Sahrial has fallen talak anyway, hiks." I'm crying again.

Jihan hugged and stroked my shoulder. "Patience to you, Ma'am. The problem is quickly solved."

"Let me help you talk to Sahrial. Who knows, he's changed his mind and he wants a qobul ijab again."