Buying Wife

part#19

The son came home in a state of lackluster. The steps are ignored when entering the house. Today is the first day of his life to be home from work this late.

His steps came to a halt as soon as he saw the figure of the petite woman curled up to sleep on the sofa. Without blankets and pillows.

His face looks sad. Plain and of course beautiful. His legs inched and his hands he pulled deeper into his embrace. She's freezing.

The Son's heart felt sore to see it. Not because he was asleep in the cold. The innocent woman who does not know anything must accept the bitter reality later on. That her husband had found his long-gone love. Mahira will be hurt more deeply.

"What should I do now?" Putra Bisik.

He walked over to his wife. Wanted to wake up but could not bear to see him sound asleep. Finally Putra carried Mahira's body which indeed felt light for him. Slowly put Mahira to sleep and covered her body with a blanket. Guilt enveloped the Son's heart as he stared at the woman's face growing longer and longer.

"sorry. I can't keep your heart until the end."

The son took off his clothes while in the bathroom. Shaking his body with warm water. As soon as the water came down, steam burst out covering the glass wall that protected his body. He recalled the figure of Ririn, the woman who had now become a single again.

"My husband has been dead for two years. I'm back here hoping to meet you and get on with our pending story."

The words that came out of Ririn's mouth were like rain water that she had long awaited the Son. Her dry and empty heart had all this time become back to springing up just like that. Being with Ririn for a few hours made her forget about her current status.

He who has long languished again finds his happiness. They go to places they used to go. Nostalgic.

The son who was always talking potluck suddenly became a person like Mahira, chatty. For the size of a man he is very cute. Only to Ririn. Sure oes.

"Why silence?" ririn asked as they entered a mall. The mall he and Mahira had visited. At that time, Mahira was scared while riding the elevator. The son was aware of his current status. He kept his distance and went back to being quiet.

For reasons not feeling well. The son asked for permission to go home, also apologized for not being able to take his lover home. Ririn was astonished and wondered. However, he remembered the incident while in the office. 'Maybe there's a work problem' as he thought.

Throughout the journey the Son felt very frustrated. He is very happy and happy to be able to meet the woman he loved until this moment. Moreover, the woman is now alone. Only, the little heart of the Son said, that Mahira did not deserve to be hurt by her feelings for Ririn. The Son's relationship with Ririn must not continue anything behind Mahira, the betrayal of his name. Sins.

But ....

This condition really made him very upset and angry at the conditions and situations that did not side with him at all.

"What if my mom finds out?" The son is getting upset.

"Sir .. Why is the bath so long? it's the night of the wind. I'll bring you a towel, let's get out."

Mahira's voice broke her daydream. He adjusted his breathing which from then on felt tight.

"Save it. I'll go out on my own."

"Ooh, okay. Don't stay here long, I'll wait outside ya."

"Mahira."

"Yes." Yeah." Mahira's steps stopped.

"Close to."

"Why? Would you like to ask for rations tonight? don't yeah, I'm coming the month."

"Just get closer."

Mahira hesitates. Remembering her husband was naked. He only dared to step closer after seeing faintly the Son wrapped a towel around his waist.

"Why, Sir? can I help you?" mahira asked as she tilted her head trying to see my husband's bowed face.

The son raised his face. "What should I do?" ask her with a sad face. His eyes were bright but did not shed tears.

Mahira was shocked to see the look on the face of the Son. She was confused about what to do because she did not know what happened to her husband.

The son approached and then hugged his wife with regret. "Sorry." That is all that is said from the mouth of the Son.

"Mahira, I'm really sorry. You should have gotten a better man than me. I can't give this heart to you."

"People who marry because they love each other can get divorced, because they are not as good as you. They cannot fulfill their duties and rights. They don't care for and respect each other. Even if you don't love me, it's okay. The important thing is you can appreciate our marriage and appreciate me as your wife."

Hearing Mahira's words, Putra felt slapped. How could she value their marriage when she had just walked in with another woman without telling her status. Is that one of the ways to value marriage? is it not a betrayal, especially the Son went with the woman he loved. The more the regret in the Son's heart.

'I can't lie to my own heart, being around Ririn makes me so happy. But ....'

The son clenched his teeth. Reducing anger at yourself. As a man he felt unable to hold his words. Planer-plin.

"Come, we're out. You will be sick from cold."

"Yes, let's go out. Can we have tea tonight? I don't want to sleep."

"of course. Whatever you ask me to do even if you ask for my life."

"whatever?" ask the Son with a full look.

"Yes, anything. Except giving my current status to someone else. I'm not mad you love her, as long as you don't make her your second bapake wife."

"If I insist?"

"From sharing, I'd rather take off."

Mahira passed leaving the Son in the bathroom. The son stood still for a few minutes until a sound came from outside, that the clothes of the Son had been prepared.

When he was dressed, the son came down. He runs into Mahira who is carrying a tray containing a small teapot and two cups that are still face down.

"Here, I bring it."

"Yes, let's just have tea on the balcony. I went back to the kitchen to make tempe mendoan."

"Yes." Yeah."

The son took the tray and walked up, while Mahira went to the kitchen to make him tempe mendoan.

Mahira makes wheat dough that she has mixed with ulek seasoning. Once the dough is ready, Mahira takes a few chives and slices them. A troubled thought made him unintentionally slice his finger until it bled. He immediately washed it in running water. Bemoan.

Mahira shed tears. However, the pain he had in his heart was much more painful. The feeling of tightness is back to attack so great. She felt that her husband was going to leave her.

She promised herself not to ask her husband for more. It's just that imagining the Son being close to another woman is very painful. Mahira was afraid that the woman her husband loved would take the Son from her.

Really, Mahira does not want to lose her husband.

"Why?" the voice of the Son surprised Mahira. He immediately wiped his tears before turning around.

"My hand was injured, accidentally sliced a knife."

"Let me see." The son approached, then pulled Mahira's fingers. The son looked in detail at Mahira's wounds.

"Sir."

"Yes. Wh why? does it still hurt?"

"Will you marry that woman?"

The son gulped upon hearing the question from Mahira. What answer should he give. Should he answer as his heart is, or answer as Mahira's heart desires?

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