Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

Choose go.

My hands trembled when I heard Boby's words.

Divorce ..., and divorce ....

The rain was still pouring down on the city, though it was not as heavy as it was this afternoon.

But my tears, still dripping down my cheeks without me holding back.

Is it wrong if I expect my household to be with him, my husband who is seven years younger than me.

Of course, with his excellent physique and handsome face, which woman will reject his charisma. My husband is the son of a conglomerate.

I put my foot through the long passage of Mr. Atmaja's house.

My belly quellus is getting bigger as the fetus grows in my womb.

I looked at the path I was going through, at a time like this back to Boby's words that repeatedly confirmed the divorce between us made my heart ache.

"Is it wrong that I wish to be happy with him? It is not enough that you take the Rusdi bang from my side, why now happiness must once again be snatched." My heart thrashed, making me break without the power to hold the weight in this heart.

My faint heard the rapid and ever-closer footsteps.

Then a pair of hands grabbed my body and hugged me tightly.

"You why? Your stomach hurts?" tanyakanya.

I didn't answer, I knew my heart was hurting.

In his arms I cried.

Repeatedly the chest of his field was hit as hard as possible, the collar of his clothes I squeezed as if to strangle him.

My cry became more and more, so did my punches and squeezes.

The man did not resist or dodge, he just hugged me. As soon as he calmed down, he led me to the car.

Once in the car, my tears were still dripping.

Slowly put a seatbelt into my body and occasionally rubbed my stomach.

"You're lying, you liar. You're two-faced!" my sift.

Boby just looked at me sharply, his hand could not be separated from the steering wheel of the car.

Not a word came out of his mouth.

*****

As soon as I got home, I pulled my hand out of the car and threw my body into the bed.

"Explain! What did you mean, huh!" the hardic.

"I heard all your words with Lord Atmaja." These tears come back when I answer them.

The man scratched his hair, as if frustrated.

Now that he was sitting beside me, I could hear the sound of his breathing.

"We've already discussed this, Ganis! Should I repeat it again" said Boby.

"I thought, I ...," I said.

I looked down, as if I had lost all my courage.

"I know for you it's heavy, so then this kid is born. I'll take care of it, and you can regroup with your children" Boby said.

POSTER ...!

Fade a hard slap into her cheek, my heart heated up as she plainly said the impossible to me.

"You br*ngs*k! I'm not your goods or tools to print children, my whole life will not be willing to separate from my son especially as a baby." I looked at the man who was supposed to be a priest to me.

Boby just looked at me without me even being able to see his eyes.

That night Boby left and for two weeks he did not return.

I feel bod*h, his departure is so fucked up.

Every night I look forward to his return, wishing him back and I will apologize.

I will put an ego in this heart.

It's okay, I'll give up ....

I called him, but my calls were always rejected.

I'll call Mr. Atmaja, Uncle Boby.

"Boby already works in the office of his father, Ganis. It's been a week, when you came here with him. That was Boby's last day working as my driver, now he's holding his father's company. You don't know that?" Mr. Atmaja revealed all, finally answered already.

I was stunned to hear everything, especially when I remembered their conversation about the matchmaking that her family wanted.

My heart didn't want that to happen, and I kept calling Boby.

Still, none of my calls were accepted.

I typed the message via the green app, I apologized to her.

Double and blue, but still unrequited.

Today, Boby hasn't been home for two weeks.

I just got a notification on my phone some money went into my account.

My message to him has not been answered to this day.

Considering that my tears were shed again, I had to endure my tears all this time.

I don't want to cry anymore, afraid of having an effect on the development of the fetus in my womb.

Suddenly entered the message via the green application, I opened the spring. My heart is a little happy because I wish Boby had sent me a message, but he didn't.

Ms. Sani, the woman said my son Ilham, has a high fever and will be taken to the Hospital.

"Yes, just take it! I'll catch up, I'll be home today. Please tell Ilham and Yayan" I said.

Right, why am I here lamenting that man while my children are sick I don't notice.

Without a second thought, my hustle put my shirt in and that morning I left the house where everything I went through with Boby was imprinted there.

I looked at the house again from a distance.

I pulled the suitcase and started walking down the street, occasionally wiping my stomach. Hope the child I have is fine considering the journey that is far enough I will go to my hometown.

When I was on the bus, occasionally these eyes glanced out. Wishing Boby would come and hold my hand, unfortunately it would be impossible.

I looked at the screen of the phone where his name was clearly displayed.

I called him again, and this time it was accepted.

My tears shed as I heard the voice of the woman who received it. I kept quiet, but the woman kept talking.

["Hello,"]

["Find Boby, huh?"]

["Again showering his son, he'll call again, yes,"]

In the crowded bus, I sobbed.

The old woman sitting beside me hugged herself and tried to calm me down.

"Sing patient, Nyi." The woman patted my shoulder.

I finally calmed down and turned off my phone, so I could remember. However there is a child I have, I must take care even though his father never wanted it.

"Oh my God, strengthen my heart!" my inner.

Just as Adzan Magrib was reverberating, I got home.

Empty, of course they're in the hospital.

I quickly activated my phone, and my heart slipped as the call via the green app filled with calls from Boby.

My eyes looked at the message.

"Where are you?"

"Why is your closet empty, where are you?"

and many more messages that I didn't read.

I called Ms. Sani, and I went to the hospital she said.

Several times my stomach churned, because from the morning I did not fill rice at all. Just two packs of bread I bought from the merchant at the terminal.

An enlarged stomach makes me use a loose robe and I wear the outer again so that my stomach is not too visible.

"Later I'll tell them when it calms down," I thought.

My cry broke when I saw Ilham lying weakly and her hands were infused, as well as Yayan who was holding me tightly.

The three of us hugged tightly, letting go of longing after months of not seeing each other.

Ms. Sani smiled as her gaze unfettered from my stomach.

"Yan, take care of Ilham first. I'm gonna buy you a meal first." I rushed out with Ms. Sani.

I guess my best friend wanted to ask me what.

"Nis, you ..., pregnant?" tanyakanya.

I just nodded slowly.

Shoved my shoulder.

"What's wrong, just calm down. I know who you are, it can't be anything. How this happened, tell me! Let me make a complaint to Mr. Atmaja," said Ms. Sani.

"No need, this is not because Mr. Atmaja. Mr. Atmaja is very good," I say.

I told Ms. Sani everything.

This friend of mine shed tears as soon as I heard all about my household right now.

"San, help me! I want to be quiet with my kids, can you keep everything a secret. I'm going back to my mother's hometown.

If Mr. Atmaja or anyone is looking for me, just tell me you don't know." I stared fixedly at my best friend's face, hoping for his support.

Ms. Sani nodded slowly, "so you want to go to Kalimantan, yes! Later buy a new card, the number that was thrown away so they can not contact you" said Bu Sani.

"I want to give birth and live a quiet life with my children, sometimes I miss the late bang Rusdi. If only he existed, I wouldn't be like this" I said.

"Already, don't you lament constantly. Rise up Ganis, you strong woman! I'll total all your money, about 60 million if it's not wrong." Ms. Sani pulled out her phone, someone called.

Then the woman signaled me to be quiet.

["Hello"]

...

["Well, Ganis? No, no more work at your house?"]

...

["Lho, nothing, sir! Right, this is my phone call not received when his son is sick,"]

...

["Yes, I'll call you later if he comes back here, sir!"]

...

"Tuh, right! Mr Atmaja call me nanyain you, your husband ga nyari?" ask Ms. Sani.

I looked at my phone, this time no one called because I switched to airplane mode.

"Ga is," I joke.

"Yes, already! Later to Yayan Sama Ilham, love yearya pas has been calm. I'm sure the kids will understand how you are. Moreover, Yayan, your son was a little 'how mother, again why yes, mother, ' I am sure they will understand. Calm your heart and mind, pity the child in your womb." Ms. Sani clasped my hand tightly.

"Buy eat first, yuk! I'm hungry, the kids eat a little too" said Ms. Sani.

Finally we bought 4 packs of fried rice and some fruits.

****

At the house that Ganis looked at this morning, there was a man crying in memory of the passing of the woman he had deliberately left for two weeks.

"B*d*h, why go? I just want to see what your reaction is without me beside you" the man grumbled.

His cry was so soft, many times he shouted to call the name of the woman who was pregnant with his child.

While his older sister, Melani, who had picked up the phone earlier from Rengganis, just looked at the younger sister who was so beautiful.

"When did he have a wife, then why did they live in an omah house?" the inner brother.

****

That morning he was idle when he saw Boby's cell phone constantly ringing, while his sister was discussing the company's performance with his father, however all had been in his control.

They returned to Indonesia, having settled in Singapore due to the father's treatment.

While in Singapore, the company was entrusted to Boby's father's younger brother, Atmaja Wardoyokusumo.

Because Boby still chose to live abroad with his lover, Selena.

Returning to Indonesia due to threats from the father who said he would remove his name from the list of recipients of all his property, especially Boby is the only son.

Boby's father, Dani Wardoyokusumo, is a businessman who has many companies in various fields.

Because of his love for the world of work, making Boby's father ignore his health.

So that the stroke disease attacks men who are reliable in the business.

*****

"Who the hell, keep calling?" chirping Melani.

As soon as he saw the name of the woman, the older brother smiled.

"Thank you ah, let the fire burn with jealousy. I'm glad someone's burning. Ahaha!" muttered the woman.

****

As soon as Boby grabbed his phone, he saw it many times Rengganis called.

"Finally you realize, right! Can't live without me" Boby murmured.

Not waiting anymore, Boby immediately slid back to the house where the wife was.

It was just, it became a sad day for him.

Where he did not find his wife, even his closet was empty.

In the check call on the phone, it turns out that someone received a call.

Just hurry Boby back to his parents' house.

"Melaniii!" his screeches.

"What a fuss this is, you are not working even back home" said his mother.

"Where is Melani Mah?" ask Boby.

The woman Boby was looking for came down the stairs and approached her sister.

"What?"

"Lu pick up the phone on my phone earlier?" ask Boby.

"Yes" Melani answered without sin.

Momentarily Boby was angry.

"What did you say?" The man stared hard at the brother.

"Just say you can't pick up the phone anymore, who the hell is that?"

"My wife" Boby cried.

One house was shocked to hear Boby's words, the man didn't care.

Melani then follows her sister, curious about the woman who makes her sister like a fire beard.

Boby rushes to the uncle's house, ransacking every corner looking for Rengganis. Even her room was up to Dinda's room, until the girl hysterically saw Boby enter without permission to her room.

"What are you doing!" hardik pak Atmaja's.

"Ganis, I'm looking for my wife!" peekik Boby no less loud.