Buying Wife

part#22

For a few days, Mahira was silent. He who is chatty is now more calm. In fact, he also went on strike to study. Several times the Son asked, but never got an answer.

There have been several attempts made by the Son, the results are nil. Mahira remained silent. He only spoke as necessary.

That night, the son could not sleep. He was still thinking about his wife's drastic change. Feeling that there was nothing she could do, she went to take some snacks and drinks into the kitchen. As soon as he opened the food cabinet, he was a little surprised to see the stock of food that was back full. Because the last time he picked up chiki, the stock was almost gone.

"Mr ...." Tuti said hello making Putra a little surprised.

"Tuti, madam's out shopping?"

"Yes, four days ago, sir."

"Who's same? why didn't he tell you he was going out?"

"Same Mrs Lani. At that time, the madam also asked me to buy condong for a celebration, but do not know why suddenly so diem. Whole sampe is kedondong."

"Oh, that's how it looks."

The son closed the closet and rushed back to his room. He immediately took a cell phone and called Lani. It's almost late at night, but Putra can't wait to ask Lani.

"Lan, I'm sorry to interrupt nights."

"It's okay, sir. I also haven't slept on the job. What's up, huh?"

"I want to ask you, you're last to go with Mahira. After that, he suddenly became moody. Do you know why?"

"Oh, ma'am still no better, sir?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Yes, at that time I was shopping at the Supermarket, we were going to visit the office. I don't know, when I came home to teach, the nonya seemed happy and we went to the pharmacy ...."

"A pharmacy? is he sick?"

"No. Madam's late for the month, and she bought a pregnancy test kit. But, after we shopped at Fresh Food Supermarket, she was moody and cried all the way. He won't talk to me either."

"Fresh Food?"

"Yes, that's not far from my office."

D limp's son. Hands could barely hold the weight of the phone and the phone fell to the floor, Lani called from there but there was no answer. He decides his conversation. The son finally found out the cause of Mahira's moody for these four days.

The son sits at the end of the bed. Squeezing a strong fist. Teeth sulking.

"Did he see me and Ririn?" His whisper.

"Yes." Yeah." Mahira, who had not slept before, replied. Sontak Putra looked.

"I saw the Father with the woman. She was very beautiful, veiled, tall and white. Different from me who just .. yes, you yourself know. It is fitting that you love him so much. I was so excited to see it." His face was flat but clearly visible his lips were shaking while hugging his knees.

"Mahira ...." The son felt more guilty. He approached and sat down beside his wife.

"Don't feel guilty, sir." Mahira tried to smile. "It's not the father's or the woman's fault. It's purely my fault." He took a deep breath and then released his knee which he had hugged earlier.

"I should have realized that this marriage was because I had to, I was wrong because I loved you. My father told me many times that he didn't love me. But I ngeyel. I still love you." Mahira lowered her head with a bitter smile.

"How else, sir. I can't control my feelings." Her tears slowly shed.

"Say–"

"I know you love other women." Mahira cuts off the Son's speech. "I kept quiet and tried to understand. It's just ...." Mahira started crying. That willingness is now spilling.

"Only, when looking directly at how the husband himself with other women, it turns out to be sick. It felt much more painful than my parents' treatment all along. My chest hurts, sir. I'm sorry .. for loving you. Sorry also for my mistake, because my jealousy makes a new burden in your life."

"No, Ra. It is precisely I who apologize, I–."

Mahira brushed off the hand of the Son who was about to touch him.

"Don't touch me with that hand again, sir. Let your hands clear of this body from now on."

"What do you mean?" Confused son.

"I'm sure the woman doesn't know your status, does she?" tanyakanya. Mahira thought the veiled woman would not be able to approach the Son if she knew the Son was married. For Mahira, the hijab-wearing woman is a pious woman. And his guess is correct. And Putra again felt very guilty, this time the feeling was for Ririn.

"Just leave it like that until finally we really have nothing to do. During that time, let your body be safe and his." Mahira wiped her tears.

"Where should this foolish woman think? I was wrong! I was wrong to fall in love with my father. But ... it hurts, this time it really hurts, Mr ...." Mahira's voice was rising.

Mahira was crying. He sat away from the Son. Not that he felt disgusted, he only felt guilty towards the woman for having taken away her right. Mahira sees clearly that Putra and Ririn are staring at each other in love. A gaze that he had never gotten all this time, even though the Son was very kind and sweet to treat him.

"Go away, sir. Or maybe it's better if I sleep in the room that used to be, when I was a maid in this house and maybe it should be like that forever, I even feel inferior to the maid. I was given money, and so was the maid. The difference is I serve the spiritual needs of Father and–"

"Stop!" The son shouted and immediately thorny. "I suffered enough during this time. I really love him. She's a woman who's been making me unable to marry another woman. She came back with your status as a widow. I'm happy." The son looked frustrated. He ruffled his hair rough.

The son still stood with a gaze full of emotion. He who has been talking a little, now is like he is not. The look in his eyes made Mahira afraid and also sad. The gaze was very different from the gaze of the Son at that time.

"I'm so happy to know that he's alone now, it's like I've been drinking water for so long on a desert trip. But me? I can't divorce you either. I can't break up a wife just for the sake of another woman even though I love her!" Son shouting. Mahira. He covered his body with a blanket. He's getting freaked out.

"Tolooong ..." his voice weakened. "Don't increase my burden with that jealousy of yours. For me, divorcing yourself is tantamount to hurting your mother. And that's never gonna happen, is it?"

"All right." Mahira is full of confidence, even if I don't know with his heart. "I won't act like this anymore. I promise," Mahira said like a child who promised his parents.

"Mahira, I know how you feel. I've understood. But please, understand my feelings too." The son sat with his back to Mahira.

"Yes, Sir. I will understand your feelings and not just think about my feelings. Now, sleep. It's late." Mahira cut short his talk. He did not want to extend the words of the Son who would only hurt himself, again.

The son glanced at a glance. Then he left Mahira alone. Before leaving, the son took his phone which had fallen off.

No more tears dripped from Mahira's face. He was quite shocked by the attitude of the Son just now. Shock to learn that the sweet attitude of the Son during this time is not because of him, but because for the sake of Mother.

Mahira came back crying. His eyes were closed as if he did not want to open them again. His hand clenched the blanket roll so tightly.

While out there, Son was talking to someone on the phone.

"Why haven't you bobo yet, Mas? it's late at night" said someone who seemed to have just woken up from sleep.

"Bother, Yes?"

"Son, that's not it. I'm just worried that at this hour I haven't slept. Wh why? Kangen yaa," seduced by Ririn.

"Hm." Son massaging the base of his nose.

"Geez, we just met this afternoon. I'll meet tomorrow too. Kangen until can't be bobo, anyway?"

"Ri."

"Yes? what's up, Mas? you sound worried."

"Rin, what if ...."

Silent.

"Yes, why Mas? if what?"

"If only ...."

"If what? why confused at all? any issues? or why?" Ririn was getting anxious.

"What if tomorrow you join the same club' group my car?"

"Yeah! just wanna say that?"

"Yes, how?"

"Yes, tomorrow I'll make a beautiful dance so that my future husband is not ashamed."

"All right, met malem. Sweet dreams, baby."

"Yes, Mas. Love you." - Love you."

"Me too."

The son closed the conversation. He weighed his cell phone and then threw it firmly in any place until it fell apart.

Destroyed like his heart and also Mahira's heart.

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