Buying Wife

part#31

It has been a week since Mahira had a miscarriage. Losing her baby-to-be makes her quiet and not as happy as she used to be. The workers in the house felt lost. They long for that fussy and kind-hearted advance. They miss eating banana leaf-leafed liwet with Mahira. His body was the smallest but ate the most, even beating the portion of the security guard and driver in the house.

"I'm sad to see a mistress like this right now, usually she'll be so chatty in the back" Tuti lamented.

"Yes, I also miss his laugh like the kuntilanak. Crispy rich rempeyek."

"Hus! you did, Nah. The time of the beautiful mistress is so spelled kuntilanak."

"I mean not his rich face kuntilanak but his laugh."

"Yes, yeah. Why should you accept the lady's guest? kasian our little mistress. She must be stressed out until the baby miscarriages." Satpam added.

"Everything is destiny. Were it not for God's intervention, none of this would have happened. Let's see who you'll end up living with."

"Cieee .. the old, the wise, said." Tuti mocked Misran.

"Yes already, I'm ahead first. Check the car. Who knows if I haven't locked it yet."

Misran left those who were still continuing the chatter. The man who was almost old was walking down the garden next to the house. That night a thin drizzle came down. It does not cause significant wetness, but the water that perches in the leaves is so beautiful when highlighted by lights.

His footsteps came to a halt when he saw the Son sitting pensively on the swing. He hesitates about having to move his legs forward or back.

"Sir Misran." Misran's footsteps stopped as he said to go back to the back.

"Eh, yes, sir." Misran.

"Come here."

"Good, sir." Misran. Don't forget he put out the cigarette he was smoking.

"Sit down."

"But Mr ...." Misran hesitated as she was about to sit beside her master.

"What's wrong. Just sit. Don't hesitate and hesitate."

After feeling sure. Misran sat with the Son.

"You?" The son gave a cigarette to Misran who was immediately rejected politely. The alms son likes to smoke when his mind is in a state of turmoil.

"Sir Misran how many months has he not returned home?"

"Anu, Sir. I've been wanting this year."

"Why not go home? don't miss the family?"

"Hehe. The money, sir. Rather than the cost, it's better to pay for school and eat a wife's child."

"I told you, just take my car if you want to go home, I will give you gasoline."

"Yes, Sir. It's okay, I can't bear to leave the madam alone here."

The son frowned at the answer of his employees.

"He he he that, sir. If she is sad, she likes my story. Maybe because I was like his father. So I don't want to go back to the village."

"Again, I often video call my family. Thank God, madam thanks me and my wife HP who can video. So it can treat the longing for the family."

"Good then. This year I have not raised all of your salaries. Sorry, I forgot because of too many thoughts."

"You need a character, sir. We are not here to raise salaries nor are we short of. Madam is very good. Every Sunday we were given pocket money, so our paychecks all went to the family."

"Oh, yes. Thank goodness."

"Where's the madam now, sir?"

"Physical condition is good. His heart is not healthy, sir."

"Owh, so. Indeed, the mistress was just outside her who always looked fine and cheerful. Like a machine, his heart is broken, sir. Sometimes I like my own kids at home. I have a daughter too."

The son breathed. "I'm confused myself, sir. I could even be called a coward for not being able to make the right decision."

"Here I'm sorry, sir. I don't mean to patronize."

"It's okay, just talk."

"This is if about the two women in your life, I can only say that the bapake only has to accept the reality. The reality is that there is currently a mistress to guard against. When you say ijab qobul, the whole life of the mistress is on the shoulders of the Father.

It is not just about duty and rights. There are feelings that a husband should take care of. Although I know, you love other women ...." Misran stopped her speech as Putra looked at her question markingly.

"I often hear you calling at night." Misran explained the question that the Son did not address.

"In this world, there's more to it than taste, sir. That's sin. If you can't forget the woman, you shouldn't have married the mistress. It will only hurt the mistress, the heart of the Father himself and also the woman. Although mother forced, but all parents aim the same, want to see her children happy."

"I didn't know it was going to end this way, sir. He came when he was alone. I–"

"Then stay away so that your heart can be whole for the mistress. Slow down, no need to rush. The important thing is to focus on one heart."

The son stared fixedly at the eyes whose petals had started to have wrinkles. Those eyes are shady. Full of confidence to make the Son's heart slightly changed.

"Loving another woman after marriage is not wrong. Importantly, that sense of not hurting the woman we swore to before God and his angel."

Misran smiled looking at his master who could only be silent.

"I'll excuse you, sir. Want to check the car, afraid there's something I haven't locked."

"Thank you, sir."

"Either. If it still needs tourism in terms of religion, just come to Tasikmalaya. I have a little knowledge of religion. Yes ... We live by the teachings of religion. Then our lives will be straight."

The son smiled before the man left.

The son massaged his neck which felt tense. Stretch the body, then look up to the sky. Letting his face get smothered. I don't know what happened, but his heart was a little relieved. Something so claustrophobic squeezed his chest slowly collapsed.

"I think I should get away from both. Let's see, to whom this heart will be so longing."

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