Buying Wife

part#18

Mahira laid down her body and turned back to the Son.

"Rb ...."

"This time I really don't want to be bothered. Please understand."

The son felt guilty for what he said just now. Gradually Mahira will definitely feel this all. His good attitude has made Mahira fall in love. The son realized that. His heart can not lie, even though he has been kind and may seem sweet to some women, but what the son gives is not love. The love she had already belonged to another woman. A woman who has now become someone's wife.

The son closed his eyes tightly. His head feels dizzy. He was confused as to what to behave. According to her, fulfilling her rights and responsibilities as a husband is more than enough. He made Mahira happy and inward. Give what not all husbands can do. Attention and material.

For sons, giving an inner living is enough with them doing husband and wife relationships in general. He is not a married movie character hence unified and does not touch his wife at all.

He remembered what Mom said that loving you to other women besides the wife was not a sin. The sin was when the Son divorced his wife for the woman he loved.

After all, the woman who has taken the Son's heart has become another man's wife. Merely, his heart could not turn away until this second. What's wrong? his inner.

The son could do nothing but silently stare at his wife's small back. Wants him to apologize and rub Mahira. Not the right time, Putra thought it better Mahira was left like this until her heart was completely calm.

*****

"August, Sir. Just finished your morning prayers?" mahira asked when she saw her husband who was still cursing at the sarong. "I've prepared a warm tea with a little sugar. Drinkable, huh?"

"Ra, aren't you angry?"

"Why should you be angry? because you love other women and not me? haha. It's okay, it's the right of the Father. After all, I became the wife of the Father also because of the mother, not because the Father wanted me. It felt like my chest was more congested than when I saw you smiling and ruffling my hair. My face was hot and angry. Sad but can't cry. I don't know.. It feels so weird."

'Mahira is back chatty, that means he is fine' thought Putra. The woman was busy in the kitchen. And the Son watched him while drinking the tea that his wife had prepared.

"Today I went to the office."

"Yes, I know. So I woke up early, even though I only slept for an hour last night. My eyes can't crumple at all. It feels exhausting."

The water that the Son swallowed felt so heavy. Sticky like glue. His heart felt sad to have made Mahira so hurt because of his honesty.

"Sorry."

"Why apologize? my eyes that do not want to be invited brushed why the Father who apologized. Don't think too much, sir. I am quite self-aware and will not ask for more from you. This is also a very good thing. Imagining life with an old man and many children made me realize that living with you is much better. Hihi."

The son felt more guilty. Mahira who really felt Putra was the best place for her, it turned out to make her feel hurt in an unconscious way.

"Are you all right alone?"

"Ordinary, sir. In the village even more sad because it is always alone in an ugly place. In this house even though it is alone but everything is complete. Work quietly without thinking about me. Don't think about me too deeply, we're just humans who have to be together."

The Son's heart doesn't feel working. Mahira managed to stab him so deeply with just one last sentence.

"I'm ready first." The son got up from the chair to his room.

"The book is ready, if you don't like it you can replace it as you want. Understandably, I'm not good at choosing clothes."

"Thank you."

*****

The son canceled all meetings that had been delayed a long time ago. Today he does not want to discuss work with important clients. His mind and heart are not okay, it's not good.

He was just behind the table. Thinking everything. Thinking about everything that happened in his life after Mahira was present.

Undeniably, the woman made him comfortable and happy. He was always amused by the innocence and innocence of his wife. His noisy voice made him feel homesick like this moment. It seemed so fleeting that there was no one near him.

But on the other side of his heart. The woman named Ririn could never leave. His love has not changed. His yearning for the veiled woman figure was much greater. Mahira's charm and kindness are unable to erase Ririn's shadow.

"Aargh!!!"

The son squeezed his head so hard. Want him to break it so that the nesting load goes away.

He ignored the knock on the door that had sounded.

"Son! it's my. I'm going in."

The son did not answer even though he knew that the person who had knocked on the door was Wiwin.

Long Wiwin waited, finally he ordered in because he was worried about his best friend. The secretary of the Son called Wiwin and told the state of the Son who from morning did not come out and did not want to be disturbed. Until the time showed at 14. 45, now.

"Astagfireullah! you stressed? would you take me to a mental hospital, right? or call ustadz make ruqyah all of you."

Wiwin was startled as soon as he walked in, he saw all the disheveled stuff. Paper is everywhere. The appearance of the Son is tangled. A suit that is somewhere, a tie that has not been formed neatly, and a shirt that is not buttoned.

"Lu why? broke?"

The son stood with his sharp eyes barking. Wiwin was a little goosebumps looking at his best friend. Afraid she'll go berserk and Wiwin gets hit by her target.

"Sir, someone wants to meet." The Putra Secretary tells

"out! I don't want to meet anyone. You hear?" the voice of the Son is shrill.

"Including not wanting to see me?" said someone who suddenly appeared from behind the body of the secretary of the Son.

The son took a few steps back. His body was as limp as it could not believe what he saw.

Wiwin who did not understand anything could only stare at the woman and the Son in turn.

The woman walked. His clothes were dangling, sweeping the floor and scattered papers. He approached the Son.

"Ck! ck! ck! you're what's the matter? your company is fine, but your attitude is like the one that just lost everything. Haha. How are you, Mas? long time no see."

The son is still silent. He had trouble moving once the beautiful woman was so close to him. Let alone move, just breathe Son already felt difficulty.

"Ririn?" Sluggishly.

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