Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

Season 2 #Part 44

Just two hours passed after Mas Dwi decided to leave for the office, I already hope he can go home soon. He owes me an explanation. It was very angry because he was still trying to cover up the problem from me, but hearing the explanation earlier, I felt not knowing myself. He always appreciated my decisions, even the decision to 'delay' telling me about my personal problems.

I realize I still lack a lot as a wife. I should have been the most comfortable place for my husband to pour out all his heart. Events like this make me feel like a failure. Although many times he has convinced me that all this is not my fault, still my heart still feels anxious.

"Mom, there's Bu Ijah."

Mbak Arum disperse my daydream, behind him is already Bu Ijah with his favorite green negligee. Yes, I can say a favorite because there are not many times that shirt can be worn in a month. I used to see him wearing that negligee when he passed the front of the house.

"Well, kirain Mbak Arum's brother Mbak Alena. It was his assistant, anyway! It's nice, young, assisted by an assistant. I have three children who also do everything alone" said Bu Ijah.

Ma'am Arum was about to open his mouth, probably about to argue, but I was coded to remain silent. There is no point in replying to Bu Ijah, it will only make things worse.

"What do you need Miss Ijah here?" ask me without further ado.

"You want to borrow a micin, right? Want to go to a distance stall, Rino also does not want to be told," he said.

"It just so happens that micin doesn't exist, ma'am. But if Roy*o exists," I'm honest. It is the same, both contain MSG.

"Yes, it's okay. Same time. Borrow three sachets there?" ask again.

Then I asked Mbak Arum to make sure the stock is still there or not. While waiting for Ma'am Arum, seen Bu Ijah swept all over my house with his eyes. He had often entered this house, but still the probing gaze he never did not do.

"Dead two, ma'am," said Mbak Arum by showing two packs of flavoring in red.

"It's okay. I brought all of them, yes. Alena's cooking, isn't she?" Ijah asked without shame.

"Yes, take it, ma'am. Don't return it" I replied. My intentions are insinuating, but the one being insinuated seems to be unconscious.

Her smile expanded, "Thank you, Miss Alena. I went straight home, yeah!"

We could not answer, he passed and left my house. It is like his own home. Me and Mbak Arum compact shook his head to see his behavior. I sat back in the dining chair and Madam Arum continued.

"Sugar sekilo yesterday also has not been returned, Mom. I want a ceplosin, but I'm afraid it will be an ugly mother's name" said Ms Arum while compiling fruit in the refrigerator.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Maybe Bu Ijah has no sustenance to restore," I replied lazily.

There have been many kitchen spices that 'borrowed' Bu Ijah, but none have returned. Fortunately, it is still the kitchen material that he brought, if it reaches the goods as well, of course I will not give it. Last week, he almost brought a presto pot. It just so happened that I wasn't home, so Ms. Arum didn't give it.

Not meant to be stingy, only if it is borrowing should not be returned? It is different from asking to buy. Don't know how others stand. But for me, as much as possible any item should not be borrowed. Cheap but self-owned is okay than having to trouble others.

"Oh yes, Mom. Yesterday Bu Ijah also borrowed a broomstick" said Mbak Arum.

"Sapu lidi? Sweep for the front yard?" many ensure.

"Yes, Mom. It's been returned, but anu …." Arum did not continue his speech.

"Why, Mommy?" ask again.

"Pas returned his tongue to disperse, so yesterday I re-created his bond" replied Mbak Arum hesitated, perhaps he was afraid I would be angry.

I take a deep breath. My mood is not good, plus hearing information like this. I felt like I wanted to go and I ruffled the house of Bu Ijah. But of course if I do, it will only add to the problem. Not to mention remembering the mouth of Bu Ijah was like the mouth of a TV station reporter. Our surnames can get polluted in a short time because of it.

"Tell me if anything happens again, ma'am! Later if I have crossed the limit I will reprimand," I said while spending milk that is only a quarter of a glass.

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Although sleepy, it feels like my body refuses to be able to sleep. Instead of my time wasted, I finally opened the file belonging to Mas Dwi, maybe there is something I can do. In his little book, he wrote down completely what files have been and have not been taken care of. It made it easier for me to help her without having to ask too many questions.

With the help of manuals and my limited knowledge, I worked on one by one the files that turned out to have accumulated. I wonder, does Mas Dwi's office not have an assistant? What's his secretary's job if he's still doing this himself?

"Eh, I've come home" I said, standing up and welcoming him with a warm embrace.

"Tumben you don't know if I go home, usually just open the gate if you've come out" he replied after a sweet kiss landed on my forehead.

"Sorry, I'm too focused" I replied with a small laugh.

"Too much, huh? I haven't been able to do it."

"It's ok, Mas. It'sit's okay. I can help slowly, "I answered reassuringly while helping him to remove the tie.

After the tie and shirt were gone, Mas Dwi invited me to sit on the sofa in our room. He looked so comfortable lying with his head resting on my thighs. Sometimes he rubbed my stomach and kissed me. Her behavior looks so sweet.

"I feel like I miss you very much" he said like a young man who was kasmaran.

"What made you miss me?"

"Everyone, I feel we've been some distance the last few days" he replied.

I just kept quiet while gently rubbing her hair. With her eyes closed, she held my right hand and placed it on her chest.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you. I went to the doctor yesterday, ah, more precisely the psychiatrist. He took care of me two years ago" he said.

Although I had guessed, but still my heart jumped in shock. The wound was so bad that he had to ask for help from a psychiatrist.

As we know, the deeper we love someone, the deeper the pain we may receive. That was what happened to him, even he was unable to bear it alone.

Two years ago, Mas Dwi often consulted about his mental health. The fact that shocked me even more, he had started consulting even before he lost his love. Namely, Layla. His love is blind, despite being hurt by Layla's harsh words, he remains patient and defends. Not to mention with all the absurd prohibitions Layla made, it made Mas Dwi think hard and hampered his performance.

Already loved so deeply and the many sacrifices that Mas Dwi has made, the woman can still betray Mas Dwi even to become pregnant with another man. The woman was almost killed Mas Dwi, he had planned to hit her in the street. Fortunately, his mind still works well. He undoes his intentions and Layla escapes death at that time.

He felt ashamed because he was so bod*h just because of love. But from there he learned a lot. Unfortunately, his pain crossed his limits. It is past two years that the scars left behind are still clearly felt.

"Did the Mas family know that Mas consulted a doctor like this?" ask me after Mas Dwi ends the story.

He shook. "A lot of stigma is circulating, if someone goes to a psychologist or psychiatrist, it means he is 'crazy'. But actually not. Mental health is important, but many ignore it. Therefore, it's better that no one knows that I'm being helped by a psychologist than that I'm considered insane."

I justify Mas Dwi's speech. The stigma that is circulating is quite dangerous. Many people are afraid to consult a psychologist just for fear of being labeled 'crazy'. Luckily Mas Dwi understands and cares about his own mental health, until the worst possibility did not happen to him a few years ago.

"This time the doctor won't give me medicine" he said.

"Mas taking medicine too?" Again I was surprised, not only the consultation turned out he was also given medicine.

He nodded with a smile, "No need to worry, just a sedative. And you know why the doctor didn't give me medicine?"

"Why?"

"Because I already have you, you are my medicine" he replied, then got up from his position and sat down to face me.

"Don't joke, Mum!" my spoken. I felt my cheeks start to warm up.

"What am I kidding for? Yesterday I was wrong to leave so soon, when your embrace was enough to be my medicine," she said earnestly.

"I'm sorry I underestimated you, I won't be like this anymore. I'll entrust everything to you" he said again.

Mas Dwi hugged me tightly, the tightness in my chest the last few days felt completely worn off. My heart is calm, this is what I expected. Not only being a couple, but it can also be everything and the most comfortable place to stay.