Buying Wife

Part#1

"Have you arranged everything?"

"Already, Sir. I have cleared all the land at a reasonable price. So, they won't demand anything during construction."

"alright. I'll arrange a visitation schedule soon."

"Good, sir."

The man with the strapping and tall body turned off his phone. His eyes were straight ahead staring at the dense expanse of the building until there was no gap for any rats to pass by.

Tok

tock

tock

"Excuse me, sir."

"Lake in."

"This is the file you requested. I keep it on the table."

"Yes. Hera, please schedule my visit to West Java. If possible this week. Let me visit my family."

"Good, Sir. I'll see your schedule this week."

"Thank you."

"Either. Excuse me, sir."

He raised both fingers. Indicates that the Hera-secretary is allowed to exit the room.

Door closes. Muhammad Putra Aditya walked towards his work desk. Open the file that the secretary brought. He took a deep breath and then closed the unfinished file he had read.

Massaging the base of the nose that hurts. Leaves a reddish mark there. The son shook his head violently, trying to have his pain go away.

The son saw a clock curled up in his hands. Time shows at 16:30.

He stood up and took the car keys. Walk outside the room. Go home.

Throughout the journey he remained silent. For him, once he got out of the office, work was no longer his responsibility. The phone he used for business immediately he turned it off and replaced it with his personal phone.

Not having a wife with his position now leaves him free to do whatever he wants. No one will call him to ask him where he is? what is he doing right now? something that makes the Son not want to get married. 'Risih' said.

The child, who is educated to do things directly to the core goal, hates long-winded. He does not like people who are too excessive in doing something, whatever it is. Attention included.

"Why should one ask, 'has eaten yet? wouldn't people eat if they were hungry? isn't that too ridiculous?" ask her one night on Wiwin. The fat woman who has been his best friend all this time. Wiwin is one of the employees who are in the same company as him. They were friendly even though Wiwin was much older than him.

"It's a small form of attention. Not everyone can do things on time. Sometimes, they get busy and forget something very trivial, such as eating. That's where the question 'has eaten yet?' is?' like an alarm."

"Is that so?"

"Lu won't know if he's never been together. Hence—"

"Nowhere. Further rubbing! know myself I don't want to date but—"

"Well married!" timpal Wiwin interrupts the Son's speech.

"Even, tau!"

"Well, a piece of marriage if that's it!"

"Who's same? horses?"

"Ama Aina."

"Geez! your son is still kind of kind of a Kindergarten. I hunt him down."

They both laughed out loud in the rain. A cup of red ginger milk accompanied the two of them. The wind hit both of them with a small amount of rainwater. The small tent that was the roof, was not enough to protect the two of them.

"Gue take you home now. Your husband's son must be waiting for you."

"Hem."

The son paid for the drink and got in the car with Wiwin.

"It's for your husband." The son gave a black crackle containing two packs of ginger milk.

"Thank you, yeah."

"Together."

The car was driving in the darkness and the rain. They discussed anything that the Son never talked about with anyone else. For the Son, talking about everything with Wiwin is like releasing the burden that is on his shoulders.

"Almost a long time ago, the rain was huge." Husband Wiwin—Hasan invites Putra to stop by when they have reached the house of Wiwin.

"Gak, Mum. Already malem. Stop by it sometime."

"Yes already. Be careful on the road."

"Yes, Mas. I'll take care of you." The son shouted among the rushing rainwater. The son just sat and looked behind the wheel, while Hasan stood at the door of his house.

The son shook off the rain that soaked his coat as he lowered his car glass.

It didn't take long to arrive at his mansion. Living alone with a big house does not feel right. What to say, Putra built a two-three-story house that is intended for his parents and his sodaranya. They refused. His parents wanted to stay in the village. And so are his sisters.

"Emak wants to stay in the village. Taking care of the fields and gardens. And want to be close to eat Father." Such is the rejection of the parents of the Son who only lives a mother. His father died long enough.

The towering gate. Made of solid iron plates. Very tight until people can not see clearly the details behind it.

After honking once, the gate opened. Two men in uniform opened it. Putra's car drove past the two who were smiling while bowing their bodies.

The parked car lined up with other cars. Various models from big to small are in the garage.

"Mas, are you home? have you eaten yet? here's the bag let me bring you." A woman with the age of 45 years approached Putra.

"No, Ma. I just drank the same red ginger milk as the elephant boy."

"Gee! don't so. Wiwin is a beautiful person even though his body is too healthy."

"Hehe. What are you cooking?"

"Nasi tutug oncom same fried chicken."

"Well, steady it. I can't wait to eat."

The woman called Mother smiled at her employer who had always been so kind to her. The employer is like his own son.

As always, the Son will eat well. The cuisine of Bi Mirah is very good. That's why my son rarely eats dinner outside.

"Be careful eating it, Mas. You'll choke later." Bi Mirah reminded while giving a glass of water.

"That's a laper, Mom. It's also delicious."

"It was chewed up just now."

The son smiled with his mouth still full of food.

"Alhamdulilah" he said after devouring his dinner.

"Mom, I'm upstairs first. Please keep the bags in the workspace."

"Yes, Mum."

Son left the dining table. He walked to his room on the second floor. Immediately he went to the bathroom as soon as he got to his room. Shaking his body under the warm water.

After cleaning the body and complete with clothes. The son came out and laid his body on the bed.

Just now his body was stuck to the mattress, his phone rang. Soon she picked up the phone because the ringtone was specific to her special female number.

"Hello, Mommy."

"Son, what are you doing, son? have you gone home from work? have you eaten yet?" there was a slightly anxious and curious voice from across there.

"Udah, Mom. Just got a son going to bed."

"Tomorrow, my mother is going to your house. There's something you'll talk about."

"About what? wedding again? my son told me, Mother, don't talk about this anymore. The son is not married yet. My boyfriend doesn't have one."

"Let's bring it. By tomorrow afternoon, my mom will be at your house. Don't go anywhere. Don't meet and don't get out of town either."

"Mother, means ap—"

Not finished the Son spoke, already heard the tone of the breaker from there.

The son sat pensively looking at the screen of the phone that was already black. She did not understand or perhaps did not want to understand what her mother just meant. Although the little heart of the Son can already guess what his mother will do.

"Which other woman will you take, O Allah." The son rubbed his face rough.

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Muhammad Putra Aditya, 36