Between Me and My Husband

The arrival of Delia

Bagas sat next to me, focused on driving without asking much. During the trip, I kept trying to contact Mas Dipta but there was no response from him. From phone or message. I felt dejavu, I used to be like this.

Really with super speed that is not felt, a journey that should be 30 minutes can be cut in half by Bagas. I think if you rush somewhere, he could be a recommendation to drive hehe...

We headed straight to the hotel lobby when we got there. There I tried to find information through the receptionist. But I haven't been able to ask, a voice greeted me from behind me.

"Kania..?!" The sound I have memorized has Mas Dipta. I went straight to the source of the sound.

"Mas.." I saw there, Mas Dipta standing with a woman beside him.

"Why are you still here late at night?" Tanya Mas Dipta walked over towards me. The woman beside him followed in Mas Dipta's footsteps. I failed to focus on that woman, which turned out when I approached I only knew who she was.

Yes, she is Delia. I don't know if I missed anything or if I wasn't told. All I know is he's coming next week. But why is he here now with Mas Dipta with a bulging stomach?

Was he abroad hungry? He looks thin only in certain parts look enlarged, especially the part of his stomach.

"Oh hi. You must be Kania, this is our first meeting right? I'm Delia." Sweep with a smile stretched out his hand, I also welcomed his hand even though it looked stiff.

Finished shaking hands, he casually wrapped his hands around Mas Dipta's arms and another hand stroked his protruding belly. I immediately nodded.

It was as if they were a happy married couple waiting for the birth of their first child. I am the rightful wife of Mas Dipta.

"Nia, I asked, why are you here so late at night?" Mas Dipta repeated his question while trying to release Delia's hand which continued to stick to his arm.

When he managed to let go he stepped towards me and wanted to grab my hand. But somehow, I reflexively avoided it and took refuge behind Bagas' body.

Mas Dipta was obviously shocked, his expression looked disappointed as well as angry. He stared intently at me, and immediately turned to Bagas. There was a burning glint of anger in his eyes. His jaw was clearly visible he glued.

"Kania. come quickly!!" His words were full of emphasis. I'm even scared right now, but my disappointed heart makes it all so messed up.

Mas Dipta once again wanted to grab my hand, but was quickly prevented by Bagas.

"Mas.do not make that. I don't seem to want to." Said Bagas who even further inflame the anger of Mas Dipta. He's like a bull ready to butcher when it flicks a red cloth.

"You better step aside, I'm her husband!!" Mas Dipta raised his voice while pointing towards Bagas. My heart was like jumping out at that moment. Between fear and horror, Mas Dipta who I have seen so calm and polite, it turns out that the anger is creepy.

Our stormy atmosphere caught the attention of people. Until some hotel security approached and reprimanded us so as not to make a fuss.

"Nia, come quickly!" Mas Dipta said again, his voice was right on the press, his hands were clenched tightly. What if I still moutheel too he'll raise his fist at me?

And maybe because of the sprain, Mas Dipta pulled the outer bagas and gripped tightly on the collar. I screamed stifled, afraid there would be a fistfight here.

"Kania is my wife, what right do you have to get in our way, huh?!!" Mas Dipta said, his face was like a lion that would pounce on its prey.

"Mas.. Mas, let him go! I beg you." I said stammered, my tears would have spilled by then. I was really scared, I pulled Mas Dipta's arm so that he would release his grip from Bagas.

"I beg Mas.he just accompanied me to follow you here. I'm worried because you haven't heard till late at night." My great-grandson, my tears have already escaped the end of my eyes. And it seems that I managed to make Mas Dipta release Bagas.

He released Bagas with a strong push on Bagas' chest to make Bagas' body stagger back almost fall. And he quickly grabbed my hand.

"Now come with me!" Mas Dipta linked his finger with me tightly on his right hand. And holding Delia's hand in her left hand and impressed to pull Delia's thin hand. Then we got out of the hotel lobby.

I looked back, towards Bagas who was still standing there staring at our departure. Geez, there is a sense of regret in my heart, he was so good to take me here when it was late at night and now I just leave it without saying thank you. Though earlier he had tried to protect me from the rampage Mas Dipta.

.

Now we're in the car. I sat next to Mas Dipta who was driving his car. Delia sat in the back seat.

The car drove down the streets in the middle of the night. Mas Dipta will take Delia to Mama's house, which turns out Delia has helped start to return to Indonesia from the schedule that has been set for her.

I glanced at the back seat, I saw there Delia humming softly while rubbing her stomach. God, what is this definition of speech is do'a? I used to say even in my heart before I knew the truth, suspecting that Delia was out of the country to cover up the disgrace that she was pregnant out of wedlock. Now look, Lord.please forgive my khilaf..

I saw Delia's lips continue to smile. Is he that happy now, his mood is good? Ah, I don't know. All this is too random for me.

I looked at Mas Dipta and was even surprised, when I knew Mas Dipta was also looking at me. Did he keep an eye on me from now on? I sighed, and turned my gaze outwards from the side of the window beside me.

Soon, the car arrived at my mother's house. It turned out that there Mama and Papa were already in front of us preparing to welcome us, or maybe just welcoming Delia because my participation was unexpected actually.

The car stopped and we got out of the car. Mas Dipta opened the car door at the back for Delia to exit. And with heart Mas Dipta helped Delia down from there.

After Delia came down, all the welcomes were filled with haru. Mama hugged him while shedding tears, not to miss Papa too.

"I'm sorry Del. sorry.." many times the sentence came out of Mama's mouth.

And I just realized Mbok Pur's whereabouts there. Not usually, workers there welcome the arrival of family members. Especially it's late at night. And no less surprising is Mbok Pur also crying. What relationship Delia with him so close, to make him so must dissolve in the overflow of emotions.