Buying Wife
part#20
Mahira cool eating tempe mendoan with cayenne pepper. He forgot what he wanted to know from the Son. He did not want to hear an answer that would hurt his heart even more.
Another case with the Son who only drank warm tea which is now cold because it is too long left. Every now and then he glanced at Mahira who was eating voraciously.
"Not hurt?"
"It's not sugar sir if I say sweet. It's just delicious. Frying without chili is like me without my father."
"Why?"
"Suffered. Haha. Kokay. Yes, I imagine if this chili is replaced with honey. It feels weird, doesn't it?"
"Hm. Can I change sausage."
"feels different. Less steady. It depends on taste as well."
"You still want to know my answer?"
"Don't!" Mahira stopped the chewing.
"Why?"
"I don't want to cry tonight. I feel tired all the time crying alone. Quite my childhood alone was always decorated with cries."
"But I want to tell you the answer."
"Don't, there's no need. You can divorce me if I am smart enough to live alone. You know, I can't go anywhere if I'm divorced someday. There is no place I can go to for shelter. For that, let me be smart and independent first, after that you can let me go. Here."
"I won't divorce you, Mahira."
"But I can't if you remarry that woman. If I am not your wife, at least I have no right to be jealous. It will make you relieved because you do not have the burden to think about my feelings that are no longer your wife. Father is innocent. Really no?"
"Mahira ...."
"I want to go to school, sir. Can anyway? but isn't there a school that would accept an old student like me?"
"Later I'll call the teacher for you."
"To this house?"
"Yes, I will find the best teacher to educate you to be smart quickly."
"Wahhh .. Can't wait sir wants to divorce me? hahaa."
"That's not what I mean ...."
"It's okay too. Thank you for always granting my wish. Let's just say this is my last request as a wife."
"It's up to you to assume what."
The son looked at Mahira with a gaze that was somehow meaningless. He could see Mahira's eyes watering. The woman was just trying to hold him back from falling.
The son massaged his temple which felt throbbing. Mahira cried in front of the open fridge.
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Mahira has been studying this week. Kind of like a kindergarten kid who learns to write and read from scratch. He was smart enough to write and read well.
Mahira who focuses on her lessons sometimes makes homework that is too heavy for her to be neglected. Bi Mirah who turned out to resign really made him exhausted. For that the Son is looking for three servants at once from a service company.
"Include your names. This is my wife, the lady of the house. Mahira."
"I am darinah, I am 43 years old, Sir, Ma'am." a woman of thin stature and moderate height.
"I'm Suryati, I'm 36 years old, Mom, sir." this time the sweet black woman with her stocky body introduced herself.
"If I'm Tuti, just call me entut. I'm 38 years old." This woman also has a stocky body.
"I am Mahira, the wife of the son. Glad you're here. Hope you're at home, yeah."
"Alright, you live in the special house of the officers. It's in the back. Udin, please deliver them," Putra told the security guard.
"Ready, Sir. Let's follow me."
The new maid followed Udin's steps towards the back of the Son's house. There was a small house but it was very livable for its employees. The facilities are not kidding either. The air conditioner is not a fan but AC. There is a large flat-screen TV. Each worker has one room with their own bathroom. There is a kitchen complete with a refrigerator that is no less complete. The refrigerator is ordinary Putra contents along with the monthly shopping of his house while Bi Mirah is still working, he said if you want to make workers feel at home, make them comfortable.
"Why so much? just one more thing."
"From this second on, you're only serving my needs."
"That's what I've done since we haven't been married."
"Don't use your hands other than to touch me."
"If I take a shower who cleans my body if my hand is only to touch the Father. What if I am a midget? what if I eat? what if I sniff? if I want to scratch? if I cry, who wants to suck my snot?"
"For the first question, I'm willing to do it."
"What's first?" Mahira's face shriveled trying to remember what she said.
"That's it." The son ruffled gently Mahira's hair.
"No, my heart. Paaac ...." Mahira was a granddaughter, she walked up to her husband by holding the end of her back shirt. Just like a kid playing train with their dad.
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