Buying Wife

part#29

"Not to the office, sir?"

"I can't leave you alone."

"A lot of people in this house, why am I alone? Dad, if you work, it's okay. I can ask the house if I need anything."

"I can work from home. I have to make sure your condition is okay."

"alright. But, Mr ...."

Son glances. He who was busy with his laptop, stopped his fingers. Seeing Mahira's body not covered in a blanket, Putra moved and enveloped Mahira properly. Then he leaned back next to Mahira.

"It's only been a day now, I've been so overwhelmed. How long should I sleep without moving?"

"Propsy. All for our son. Don't move much yet."

"Hmmm. Alright." Mahira breathed a little annoyed. She turned around and looked at her husband who was now back busy with a laptop.

The longer Mahira stared, the more the love in her heart grew. He smiled with tears in his eyes. Mahira loved her so much, it was just that the man loved another woman. She felt at a loss as to what kind of attitude, should she back off? or survive?

Mahira is aware and knows very well that all this good he received from the Son, only limited to obligations. What's more, the Son did that because it was for the sake of Mom. The Son does not want you to be disappointed if the Son treats Mahira as unworthy.

"Mr ...."

"Hm."

"May I sleep on your lap?"

"Of course, why not?" the answer was flat with eyes still staring at the laptop screen. The son lifted the white object a bit away from his body, so that Mahira could sleep on his lap.

Mahira sleeps in the lap of the Son. Her eyes looked at the letters her husband typed on the screen.

"Don't be sad. There is nothing to be afraid of" whispered the Son.

"Even when I have to forget that my husband loves another woman?"

The son fell silent at Mahira's question. What she had to say, her heart indeed could not turn away from Ririn even though she did not deny the comfort she felt while being near Mahira.

"Sorry."

"What's wrong. We both knew this from the beginning, our marriage was indeed ...."

"Don't talk about this again, yeah. Rest up. I'll accompany you here." Son rubs Mahira's hair.

"Yes, at least I should be grateful and enjoy what I am currently getting. Although I cannot have the heart of the Father, I get the body and attention of the Father. That's enough."

"Yes, besides the heart, you got everything I had. Enjoy it. Rest."

Mahira tries to close her eyes, while Putra continues her work.

The sun has begun to rise to its throne. Mahira had fallen asleep in the lap of the Son. The man was silent with his hand stroking his wife's head. He did not care about the aches that had crawled earlier.

"Sir, can I come in?" tuti's voice sounded from outside after he knocked on the door three times.

"Yes. Come inside."

The woman appeared from the outside timidly.

"There's a guest, sir."

"Who?"

"Mrs Ririn's name."

Son aghast. Realizing his attitude could wake Mahira up, he immediately acted calmer and spoke a little whispering to his maid.

"So wait a minute."

"Good, sir." Tuti retreated slowly, then disappeared behind the now closed door.

Confused son. He doesn't want to wake his wife, but it's also impossible for Ririn to have to wait until Mahira wakes up, who knows when it happened.

The son's cell phone sounded. A short message from Ririn.

[Do I have to go home, Mom?]

The son thought hard before he returned his message.

[Alright, if I bother you. The city meets at a later time.]

Got a message like that. Ririn's heart is getting sicker. He put his phone down. His eyes looked back at a large photo. Mahira and Putra did look happy when they got married.

His mind was back in the past. It was a very happy time when they designed this house. How Ririn was very enthusiastic about arranging space after space in the house they would occupy, initially.

Putra and Ririn had to go abroad to hunt for furniture and also knickknacks that they will make display.

"Father does not approve of your relationship because he is not from out of view even though he is rich."

That was the reason for Ririn's parents who were once state officials. They wanted Ririn to marry the office's son as well. A distinguished family that when married can be attended by important people. What a very unreasonable reason for Ririn.

"They are villagers. If you are married to the man's feet, who will come to the wedding jamu must be the hickheads. Camps. What do your friends who are both officials say?"

As a child, there was nothing Ririn could do but obey. She eventually married the councilor's son, according to her parents' wishes. Ririn's love ran aground though never lost in her heart. The kindness of Ririn's husband makes her ultimately fully accept the husband in a born and inner way. In his heart there was always the name of the Son. Just like the Son is experiencing right now.

Ririn wiped away the unconscious tears that had already drenched her face. He took her phone and turned her around to leave.

"Rin ..."

Ririn stopped her steps as Putra called out. He was silent not looking.

"Sit. Let's talk for a minute."

Ririn was silent. He was worried between wanting and not talking to the Son. Eventually, he sat down and talked. Wasn't that his original purpose here. Sacrificing the shame.

"Sorry .. I was–"

"What's wrong. Who am I to disturb a husband and wife in his house."

"It's not so ...."

"I'm just here to ask. But I don't want to ask anymore. Even without asking, I already know the answer."

"Mahira's sick. I can't leave him alone. She slept on my lap, I couldn't make her wake up. Sorry, I have to wait."

Ririn's heart was like being slashed by a poisonous sharp dagger. The pain he felt was almost like he was about to lose his life. Putra flatly spoke without thinking about Ririn's feelings.

"Oh. Lucky, yes, the woman who's your wife."

"I'm just trying to be a good husband. That's all."

"Even it's better than having her husband who just loves but can't appreciate."

"What do you want to ask?"

"your heart. I was going to ask if you had this marriage just because of the wishes of the parents, yes I know, the mother who wanted this to happen. But now I know, you're enjoying this marriage like it is."

"We got married because of a match. My feelings for you have not changed. It's just ...."

"You're starting to like it, aren't you?"

"I like my wife. Likes don't mean love, honey."

"Like is the beginning of love, Mas. You now like him, you will eventually fall in love with him. And that means I'll be completely knocked out of your heart."

"Then what should I do now?" the voice of the Son is rising.

"I don't know, Mom. I can't possibly ask you to divorce her either."

"Yes! even if you ask, I won't give it to you."

"What?" Lirih Ririn's. The Son's answer made him more breathless. Ririn will not ask Putra to divorce Mahira, but does it have to be, Putra to make things clear?

"Yes. I love you, baby. I love you so much. I suffer when I think about all this. How should I be a good husband, and what should I do with these feelings, our feelings?" The son rubbed his face rough.

"Maas ...."

"I liked Mahira for her innocence, for her kindness, because we met every time, she was always there for me. How he makes me feel silly. I like all that. But other times, I miss you so much. I want you in my life. Arggh!"

"Mas, already. Stop ... Don't be like this."

Ririn was worried to see the Son look very frustrated. He knows what Putra feels because that's what he went through when he got married first. Ririn grew sobbing when she saw the Son shed tears. The man was so sad.

The son wanted to hug Ririn, but that was impossible. Ririn would not allow, other than that, now that she had become someone's husband. Ririn and Son were sitting on the floor. The son only fell silent staring at Ririn who continued to cry.

Meanwhile, Mahira cries to see Ririn and her husband, from behind the glass. Although unknowingly the blood trickled back down his legs.

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