Apparently, Young Wife
Chapter 18
Dean's words are like a sword in Zahra's heart. In the hunuskan, in pull, then in the hunuskan again. Repeatedly until his heart was hollowed out large enough.
Last night his eyes were awake. Staring at the phone screen, hoping he gets a message from Abram. Wishing that the last message he sent would be read by him. Until the hour hand is at number four, the message has not been delivered. Instead, Dean's message came in.
Suddenly, his memory stepped backwards. About a few years ago, when the word broke was spoken from Zahra's mouth.
“Dean .. better we walk each.”
Words that sound so soft, in fact, are able to turn into arrows. He just jumped and immediately hurt his heart.
“Why, why suddenly?”
“Since you went to college, the distance between us has gotten wider. I can't . I can't have a relationship like this. Close, but feels far.”
Dean is helpless. Several times he was seen folding his aunt inside and swallowing the saliva strongly. Like there's a thorn bothering his throat. Want to be swallowed or taken out, but can not. He is unable, and must endure it.
“How do you want? Each other's roads? You got another guy?”
Zahra nodded slowly. “It feels, itself is much better than together, but feel lonely. I hope you're happy later.”
Zahra leaves Dean. However, his footsteps were choked by Dean's words.
“OK. May you be happy too. Get a guy who can take you every time. But inget, when the world betrays you, never look for me with wounds!”
Don't look for me with wounds. The words kept ringing in Zahra's head. Now, he just remembered, Dean used to say that. But why would he accept Zahra's request now?
Is that karma?
The sun slowly shines. Its light gushed in the eastern sky, slowly crawling up and radiating all over the corner. Until then, Zahra's eyes were still wide open. Occasionally staring at the screen of his phone, occasionally looking at the pile of dishes on the dining table.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
A nameless call came in. He was curious and answered immediately.
“Assalammualaikum ..” greet Zahra.
“Waalaikum’mussalam, Mbak Zahra?”
“Yes, who is this with?”
“Oh, you haven't saved my number?”
Zahra was silent for a moment, recalling the voice of a man who sounded heavy. However, it was quite foreign in his ears. Until ....
“Jordhan, the red Jazz you hit.”
“Oh, yes. Sorry, sorry, I forgot. How, Mas?”
The call came from Jordhan. A burly man who accidentally got hit by Zahra a few weeks ago. Jordhan conveyed a message if the car was finished in repair. He intends to take Zahra to the workshop to complete the payment.
However, Zahra seemed to have forgotten. His car was also taken to the workshop by Abram, three days after Zahra was discharged from the hospital.
“I picked you up! You whatsapp your address!”
Zahra refused firmly, but Jordhan did not care. She insists on picking up Zahra, fearing that Zahra would break her promise of responsibility. Zahra had no other reason than to agree, but he should be able to bring a friend.
“Oke, no problem. Contact me when you're ready.”
An hour later. Zahra and Dania were waiting in front of the house. Before long, an old BMW sedan stopped in front of them.
“Serabutan aja. Sometimes help at the store, sometimes ... Well, a lot of it.”
“So, this Om is indeed a native of Jakarta, yes?”
Jordhan laughed off hearing Dania call it ‘Om’. Is he that old? Or are they feeling young?
“Come on, I'm not that old. Thirty-five, ain't you old?”
Dania and Zahra looked at each other. Then, quickly nodded and agreed to Jo's words.
Not long after, the sedan car reached the garage. There are many cars lined up there, including the Jazz car owned by brother Jo who has been repaired.
“As per yesterday yes, Mas?” ask Zahra.
“I have not taken Cash, this is two million, the rest I transfer via m-banking.”
The workshop problem was resolved quickly. Zahra hurriedly asked for permission to go home. But Jo held him back.
“Lunch first, can you?”
The two women tried to resist subtly. Put up a variety of excuses to avoid unnecessary conversations. In the end, Jo had to accept with a chest.
“I take you to the workshop how? You want to take the car too, right?”
Zahra had no choice but to agree. Anyway, he still needs a ride back.
“Still, Mas.” said Zahra as soon as the car Jo was driving stopped in front of the workshop.
“I am grateful. Then I'll go on again, see you.”
As soon as Jo left, Dania hurriedly pulled Zahra's hand. Then, start talking about Jo's stubborn attitude and looking good. But according to Zahra, Jordhan is like a wolf meeting a rabbit.
Today the Zahra event is quite crowded outside. Finished dealing with one workshop, having to deal again with another workshop. Not to mention, Zahra's eyes had already started to weigh.
Arriving home, just as Zahra had just laid her body on the bed. Her phone rang, apparently, it was a call from her husband, Abram. Instead of answering, Zahra just turned off her phone.
Johan Jo, pseudonym of Jordhan.
Virgo, 35 years old
Fetishworker
Single/never married.
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