Buying Wife

part#36

Am I that sad? They're racing to give me their wealth to live me. Yeah, I'm too comfortable living an abundance of possessions my ex-husband gave me. By Allah I never knew that his wife was not. All this I got before he married that woman. I was wrong, because the vehicle tax and all those who work at home are still under the responsibility of Mr. Putra.

It's better, from this moment on I never accept anything from him. This is wrong. I was wrong. O Allah. What's wrong with this self?

I was so late in feeling that I forgot about the fact that he was someone else's husband. I shouldn't have received a gift from that man. Astagfirulcica ....

Many times I was privileged on the way home. I didn't feel any tears from that moment. Until I was embarrassed when the taxi driver peered occasionally from the rearview mirror.

I immediately broke myself. Wiping tears and fixing the position of the hijab. Take a deep breath by always saying His name. Thank God I can feel a little calm.

As soon as I got off the taxi, coinciding with that, a luxurious black car stopped right behind him. Aldo get down from there. He ran a little when he approached me.

"Rb ...."

"What's wrong? why are you chasing Samoa here?"

"You better get out of this house. It'll be better for yourself."

"Yes, that's what I think and I'll do."

"Then, where are you going."

"Do I have to tell you?"

"I just want to make sure you're safe and well. That's it."

"Why? is it because you are too confused to have to throw your treasures where else? why don't you set up a foundation to help those in need instead of taking care of a despicable woman like me."

"Foundation?"

"Yes. A foundation that can accommodate those people don't want."

"Why just think, yeah."

I smiled at him cynically. This guy just knows how to have fun, throw his money away for free. Depressing. He doesn't know how to be useful.

"Why don't you just stay in the foundation that my mother founded. You just work there. There is a special building, yes it deserves to be called a house. All the mami foundation workers live there. Not all the hell, just a job that just happens to have no place to live."

Astagfirullah .. I feel ashamed to have thought badly of him.

"I ...."

"Where? you want? if you're willing, I'll call mom and tell her."

"I want to." Without thinking for a long time I immediately agreed. There's nothing wrong. I'm not living there, I work and that's my right as a worker, right?

"Yes! when are you packing?"

"There's nothing I can take from this house. What should I pack?"

"alright. L waited. We're going to Bogor now."

"No, Al. Not today either. I have to talk about all this with the workers at home. If I leave, they'll lose you a job, too. I–"

"Love them a great severance for them to be able to venture at home."

"Yes my. I give them money where to try?"

"I."

"Don't. I'm troubling you too much. This is too much. I won't be able to repay you, Al."

"If you're my wife, there's nothing for you to pay" she said, grinning her horse.

"Friday!"

"Ha ha ha. Yes, you talk about it first. When you're ready, let me know immediately. Still keep my number?"

I shook my head. I don't know, I forgot. Have you given me his cell phone number or not.

"Hup! I'm not that valuable." He scratched his head which might not have itched. There's no way she's head is tomboyish what else is flea.

"Where's your phone?"

I reached into the cell phone from inside the bag, then gave it away. He put in his own number.

"This. I'll call later. Now you come in. I'll break the fast soon."

"Still long wey!"

"Ahhhh! a pity. My stomach has been ringing since." She stroked her stomach like a man about to give birth. Plus the look on his face was scowling, wrinkled like crumpled paper. Funnier.

"Well, that's dong. If you smile, I can't wait to bring you in front of mom."

"Yes Allah ...."

"Not to be so moved."

"Astagfirullah, Aldo! It's so jolly, huh!" i'm upset.

"Tau, tau. I am adorable. Like a baby."

"Dugong Baby!"

"Don't do that. Nysel loh. Yes, I love baby dugongs."

I just sighed and stroked my chest against Aldo's behavior. He sucks, really. It's just, his attitude made me a little amused.

"Udah, ah! I'll go in first .. I'll see you later."

"Cieee .. is still missing, so ask to see you again."

"Aldoooo!"

She was upset when I yelled annoyed at her. Go in and direct the gas.

"See you later the future wife." He shouted before it passed. I scratched my nose because it was painful.

"Why, Neng?"

"Eh, Mr. Misran." I was shocked when the man greeted me who was walking down.

"Why, Sir? I'm not okay."

"Smile to yourself. Watch out, tar it around crazy people," she said. I laughed while thinking about his words. Am I really laughing by myself?

"Sir, after eating. We're talking yes. We all. You tell the others to gather in the family room." I'm trying to divert.

"What's up, Neng? it seems serious."

The eyes looked a little scared. The face that has wrinkles on some parts of his face looks curious and anxious. The face I consider to be my own father. Uh! I don't even know what it's gonna be like tonight when she finds out we're gonna be apart.

"Later we'll talk." I'm elapsed. I don't want to cry in front of him right now.

Today was weird. Why did azan magrib arrive so quickly. We break the fast together. Always with laughter. Unwholesome babble that brings joy to me and to all of them. This time, I was silent. Not happy with them. How can I be happy? in fact, just sipping water is very difficult. I don't know what's in this throat.

They didn't ask me why. All they know is one. When I keep quiet like this, it's because I'm missing Mr. Son. They do not know that ... O Allah. Be ill.

We've been gathered together. They still don't know what I'm going to talk about, that's why they're still joking and mocking each other like they used to.

Their laughter was gone when I really couldn't help but cry. I cried as much as a child who would be left by his parents.

"Neng, what's wrong? why cry like this." Bi Darina approached. He rubbed his head and my back. As I stared at her anxious-looking face, I was increasingly unable to hold back the tears. I hugged him tightly without speaking a word.

They all must be astonished and also worried to see me like this. Although I was often moody and sad, but not hysterical as now.

"Father," screeched Bi Tuti.

I round my eyes when I see Mr. Son. Why did he get here? A large enough crackle was in his hand. Keresek a bookstore.

Ah, that's the bookstore I went to this afternoon.

"Please sit down, sir."

The Son sat right in front of me. He was amazed to see how I was doing right now. He may also ask why we all got together.

Not long after, the sound of the car came back.

"Who else is that?" ask Bi Inah.

There was a fear in my heart of hearing the sound of the second car. I'm afraid it's the Son's wife.

"Mikuum."

Aldo's? What's the matter with him coming here?

His steps when entering looked cheerful. However, the look on his face changed immediately when he saw Pak Putra was here.

"Sit, Den."

Aldo sat next to Mr. Misran. On my left side.

"What's this about? Thank God, we can come together." Mr. Misran opened the conversation.

"Yes, we gather all but Neng Mahira why? what's the matter exactly. How I got scared."

"Quiet, Bi Tuti. There's nothing, Kok," said Aldo.

"I just want to drive this here." The son gave me the bag he had brought. Bi Tuti took it.

"Books? a lot, sir."

"Yes, that's the book Mahira was going to buy, but–"

"Mahira left because of Mba Ririn's words," Aldo interrupted. "I came here on purpose, because I'm sure Mahira won't be able to say anything. Evidently, he could only cry."

"I ...."

"It's okay. I'll tell them all, Ra. So, the point is, Mahira is going to get out of this house. He will work at my parents' foundation. Mahira gathered you here because you had to separate. You can go home and can't come back here anymore."

Mr. Misran was breathing heavily. The aunts were crying. With me. Bi Inah was getting stronger hugging my body.

"Mahira apologizes, Bi, sir. We have to split up. This house Mahira will return to the owner," I said with stammering.

"The one who gave you a salary all along was Pak Putra, and his wife didn't like it. Mba Ririn did not want her husband to bear everything related to Mahira."

"Enough, Do! stopit. I am not just delivering books. I want to apologize to Mahira for Ririn's words. I want to clarify everything." The son looked upset.

"Everything is clear, Mommy."

"Don't interfere in this matter. It's me and Mahira's problem. Please." Please."

"alright. Please talk."

The Son set his hunting breath, maybe he was angry at Aldo, or at me, or at his wife.

"I'm sorry if Ririn hurt you, Ra. We've all talked about. The decision remains as the beginning. What I have given, I will not take and do not give back. I gave it to her before I married her. In fact, I gave it all away while our status was still as husband and wife."

"But I don't want to be the cause of your quarrel, sir."

"Not the house and all the things that are here cause it. I ...."

We're all quiet. Waiting for what the Son will say.

Would he say he was still thinking of me? astagfirullah! why am I this? istighfar Mahira!

"You still keep the savings book I gave you?"

"Yes, why?"

"Over this time, I secretly still transferred some money. The same amount as I gave you when you were my wife."

"What?" I was so surprised. The pocket money he used to give was not small. His wife should be angry. That is why she said that her husband still bears the cost of my life.

"You never check? or did not get a notification from SMS or–"

"That savings I don't list as SMS bang-king and such. I don't have an ATM card." The son explained.

"When we got divorced, there were two savings books I received. One bankbook is mine, there's an ATM card, too. That's where I live my life. I think the other savings are just that much, not increasing. It turns out .. it's worth your wife to be angry."

"I'm sorry. At that time I was really afraid of you living alone outside without any supplies. That account as a backup when you're in an emergency."

"Sir ... The active account I am currently using, is already very more than enough for me. You do not have to add any more money every month. If I had known from the beginning, I would have refused. Tonight, I'll give it all back."

"Don't! that's not necessary. Who have entered, do not give back. In the future, I will not send you any more money. So, who's just let it go."

"can't. I will not take what is not my right. The house, the car and the savings I'll return."

"Mahira ...."

"Please, don't make me feel contemptuous about all this."

Pak Putra was silent. We're all quiet. Only the sound of the chanting of the holy Quran from the nearest mosque we heard.

I went up to the room. Open the safe and take all the letters he used to give.

"This. Take back. That is the right of your wife and child. Not me."

"Mahira, I beg you."

"This time, sir. I beg you very much. Don't let me feel contemptible."

The son looks sad. He stood up and grabbed the paper bag he had given me.

"Mr ...."

My voice stopped his steps that were already in the doorway. She's looking.

"thank you. I received good intentions and typed Father. Thanks for everything."

He's nodding. His lips were smiling and shaking.

I know how you feel, sir. Although you never loved me, but I felt your affection for me sincerely long ago. Thanks for everything. May God give you happiness. My heart's beloved is over.

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