Apparently, Young Wife

Chapter 19

“I'm sleepy, Mas. Can't sleep last night!”

“But you can WA me, Bee. I've been waiting for you at the airport for almost an hour!”

“Why? I chatted you from last night also you did not respond, not even sent. Hp how we matainin, Mas? Oh ... or are you busy with others?”

Zahra had only slept for a few hours after coming out this morning. Abram came home without any news. Intending to have Zahra pick him up at the airport, Zahra's phone is turned off on purpose. He also had to take a taxi to go home.

Abram's face looked quite irritated and angry. Many times in contact, but his wife's phone just turned off. Moreover, Zahra accused Abram of being preoccupied with the others.

He kicked a small black suitcase on Abram's side, and knocked it over and hit the wall.

“What are you doing, by the way? Long time added ngaco tau ngak?”

“Loh, Why sewot? Did I say I was busy with other women? You rant? Work, projects, even dreams ... including other things right? Why is it sewot now?”

Abram swallowed his salivary vigorously. “Ya .. how not sewot. Just come home directly at the door of such a question.”

“Indeed, Mas felt? Feeling busy with other girls?”

Abram's forehead creased, then quickly replied. “Ngawur you!” A nervous tone made Zahra more convinced that her husband was covering something up.

“Then, busy what same? Until I don't you reply? On the phone is your number dead? Busy as try? The work? The project? Or busy sleeping?”

“Yah .. well like that. Abis keja, tired of going to sleep. Anyway, why did you even matin Hp anyway?”

Zahra was tired. Sleep less, his body tired, his heart tired, now the mind is increasing. Hearing Abram twitching his tongue made him eneg. He hurriedly entered the room and continued his sleep.

“Bee ... Bee ... I just got home, made tea cake, coffee cake. You're sleeping!”

He covered his ears with a pillow. No longer want to hear her husband's voice for now. He's too tired.

Zahra awakens to magrib. His eyes were too open. But circumstances forced him to wake up immediately. How tired she was, she was still a wife who had to serve her husband.

Just walking into the kitchen, Zahra heard her husband's voice laughing crisply. Apparently, the voice came from the garden behind the house.

Laughing who is he?

Intrigued, Zahra tried to eavesdrop on Abram's conversation.

“Iya, next week .. two, three days lah ... same aunt Ve also ... take care of yourself, yes.”

Seeing Abram turn off the phone, Zahra hurriedly returned to the kitchen. Then, take a pot and pretend to be cooking water. Abram went in and saw Zahra in the kitchen. He was surprised for a moment.

“La-again what, Bee?”

Zahra's mouth seemed to be unable to open. His mind was confused, many preconceived notions greeted him.

“Make coffee!” He tried to talk.

“Continue, Mas also want, yes.”

There was a strange feeling that felt so painful. Makes his heart stir incoherently. His hands became increasingly cold and wet.

One cup of coffee has been finished in sedu. Zahra took him to the living room, where Abram was enjoying football. Be careful he puts it on the table. And after that, he also left. However, his hand was on Abram's stranglehold. He pulled Zahra's hand, making her sit next to him.

“I want to take a shower!” Zahra tried to escape, but Abram did not.

“Let's aja. You still wanggi kok.”

“You're using a new parfun huh?”

Abram's sudden questioning astonished Zahra. Zahra was wearing a perfume she had been wearing for a long time. Why would Abram say new perfume?

Zahra quickly shook Abram's hand, then stood up and left.

Zahra's suspicions grew, after hearing Abram ask about perfume. He was eager to contact Dean and ask for his help. However, contacting Dean when Abram was home, was very uncomfortable.

In the end, Zahra came up with an idea to get out of the house and contact Dean. After the Magrib prayer, he immediately took the key of the motorcycle and was about to leave. Abram who saw immediately turned the question.

“Mau to Indimart briefly.”

Zahra immediately spurred the gas and left. He stopped at a park in front of the complex. Then, call Dean. Zahra wanted to tell Dean about his decision.

“Yes, I'm ready with any risk. Please, help me!”

“Not need to beg. I'm helping you, kok.”

Dean asked for some clues so he could look for some evidence. Also looking for the woman. Zahra slowly mentioned the irregularities that occurred.

“You watch him. Especially when he goes on business. Maybe, you can get contacts on his phone?”

“If it is, I think it is.”

Time goes on as usual. During these three days, Abram behaved normally like a faithful husband. He even helped Zahra with homework. However, occasionally he has to face the laptop to work. However, he spent a lot of time with his wife.

In fact, yesterday he had invited Zahra to go to the playground for a walk. There was almost no gap Zahra could find. Everything seems normal, even when they are in touch as usual.

“Tumben, really good out, Mas?”

“You're getting better, Bee.”

Five days as usual. Zahra's defense slowly sagged. There are many possibilities that he believes in at the moment. Especially, it was likely that his suspicions had been wrong all along. Until one morning after the dawn of Adhan.

Abram's phone rang several times. A beautiful number that is not in contact, several times to contact Abram. Tired of the ringing noise, Zahra picked up the phone and asked Abram who was in the shower.

“Who?” Abram cried from within.

“Not in contact. The number is beautiful, 991111 ..”

Abram immediately opened the bathroom door, then took the phone from Zahra's hand. Seeing the response of the husband, Zahra presumptuously eavesdropped.

“Kok can? I'm there!”

The screams from inside were clear even though Zahra did not stick her ear to the door. He wondered who had contacted Abram?

His mind was still searching, when suddenly the bathroom door was opened. Abram was surprised to see his wife still standing there, and reflexively shouted.

“Business!”

Abram's screams made Zahra's body look like it was being pushed back by a herd of elephants. He really didn't expect Abram to hit him so hard, just because he was eavesdropping.

Seeing Zahra terrified until tears came out of the corner of his eye, Abram felt guilty. He hugged his wife and apologized.

“Sorry, sorry. Mas very surprised to see you use mukena standing in front of the door so.”

Zahra's heart is broken. He did not want to hear Abram's defense, and just left, went into the room. After the dawn prayer, Zahra saw Abram packing again. He asked, then went to the kitchen to make tea.

“Bee, Rolan fell off the stairs. I'm going to Jakarta, huh?”

“Oke.” Answer's short.

“You ... don't ask that?”

“Ask what? Ask why it fell? Or ... Why go to Jakarta? Rolan has been living with mama in Bandung, right?”

Abram's lips shrunk instantly. His forehead was wrinkled, but casually he made an alibi.

“She fell in the house of aunt Ve. Have a week playing there, nemenin om keep shop.”

“Oh ...” replied Zahra briefly while busy frying chicken.

Zahra put the tea on the table, then took the rice and began to enjoy the sarapnya. Abram, who was ready with a suitcase, came to Zahra. Seeing Zahra eating voraciously, Abram asked.

“Fry just one, Bee? Make which mas?”

Zahra immediately put down her spoon violently. “Sunday ago you said you couldn't eat too early right? I cooked myself. Later in masakin not eaten, mubadzir!”

Abram could not escape hearing Zahra's defense. He took the hot tea and sipped it quickly. Instantly, his tongue blistered.

“Bikin hot tea really?”

Zahra's anger was clearly etched on her forehead. He stood up from the chair.

“Serba is wrong huh, Mas? All this time you always ask for hot tea. Hot-nas.”

“Iya it if at home, this will be a rush to catch a flight. Yesterday you were insensitive?”

“I, insensitive? After all, who suddenly said he wanted to leave all of a sudden? Who doesn't know what time the plane is? Who try?”

Abram took the water, gulped it down quickly and put the glass down violently.

“You why the hell? No fuss every time I go to work? I'm looking for money for you!”

Zahra rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Oh, so you feel heavy? I'm a burden for you mas?”

“Ngawur! Keep talking about ngawur. I've been coming home for a long time!”

Abram

Leo, 31 Years old

The boss of the contractor who often goes out of town

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