Buying Wife

part#38

Bogors. A beautiful rainy city is seen by the eyes. The cool atmosphere, fresh air relaxes. Even so, my heart still could not be as cool as the air I was breathing right now.

My eyes are still hot. Tears do not stop rolling. I don't know, maybe my eyes are already so swollen because of it. Sometimes Aldo glanced at me anxiously. He did not ask and said nothing.

The journey we took long enough, not only because it was far away, but vehicles that are densely crawling also became the cause. After the release of PSBB, those who begin to saturate immediately come out to breathe air after feeling saturated just stay at home.

We arrived somewhere far away from the city. A village that is still lush in the growth of large trees. The rice paddies spread wide when we will arrive at the destination.

A village with very few inhabitants. It will feel calm living here.

"We're here, Ra."

Yes, we have arrived. A gate opened with the help of guards. We entered a very large courtyard. The first thing I saw was a joglo. Huge. There's nothing. Only roofed floor.

"That's where we all gather." Aldo seemed to understand the curiosity in my heart.

This place is like the dormitory of the state apparatus, it's just neater and more beautiful. The deeper we went, the more astonished my eyes were. In the middle of the building, there is a fish pond with a fountain in the middle. Many park benches for people to sit on, such as city parks only.

Going deeper, I saw a playground, complete with children's toys. Slips, swings, seesaws and many others.

"We're over here." Aldo led me into a room on the right.

When we came in. The refreshing smell of fragrance fills the nasal cavity. The room is quite spacious with luxurious and elegant furniture. A woman who may be in her 50s is sitting behind a desk.

"Mommy. Very focused, until he did not know his son brought a potential ghost."

"Hm." The woman Aldo called Mami was just muttering. He was still focusing on the papers he was reading. Occasionally justifying the position of his glasses. Well-favoured.

"Mamiii ... read what the hell?" Aldo whining. Very spoiled I thought.

"Mommy's used to getting pranks! will not be fooled again."

Aldo sighing. Then he turned around. He told me to say hello with the language of my mouth without a sound.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

Hearing my greeting, the woman looked up. As soon as he saw me, he stood up and opened his glasses.

"Jeezeh! surprised by that." Aldo mocked his mama. Not rubbing the ledge of his son, the woman walked up to me. He stared fixedly from top to bottom.

"This is serious, Do?"

"Ahh, no, Mom. I'm just his friend."

"Yes, yeah, it's okay friends for a while. For my son, you must be special. He never wanted to bring his girlfriend's stuff."

I was embarrassed and shocked too. Realizing that the things I brought from home, were in Aldo's hands.

"Don't be shy. That's good for him. The man must indeed lighten the burden of the woman." The woman glanced cynically at Aldo.

"Cieee is jealous because I never want to bring Mami's groceries."

"Mommy's cursed to be a new cake tau tau tasa!"

"You want dong to be a cake, from Mahira to be the palm sugar."

"Who is Mahira?"

"Well, that's what Mami is holding, she's called Mahira. Don't know dong."

"Ah, yes. Mom forgot. Hello, I maminya putu cake, people call me Bu Ranti."

"I'm Mahira, Mom. Nice to meet you."

"Douh. Don't be formal. Ordinary talk. Call me Mommy."

"Not good as the others later. I call you like a man, Mom."

"alright. It's lucky that the cake has a special civilized friend like you. Usually yes, the others without being asked also directly SKSD call me Mami. I don't like them that."

It turns out that Aldo's nagging is down from his mother. They like to talk. Just like I used to be. Before everything was taken away by my stupidity, I asked for a divorce from my beloved husband. O God, even as far as I have gone, my heart and mind have never been far from the Son.

"I'll take you to the room. Let's." Let's."

I was taken by Ms. Ranti as we walked into the room for me.

Some people say hello, maybe those who work, or also those who live here as residents. Some of them saw the hand of Bu Ranti who kept holding my finger. I feel bad, but it's even worse if I ask Ms. Ranti to take her hand off.

"This used to be a putu cake room. But it will be your room. The other room is full."

"But, Mom."

"It's not because you're special, just calm down. Because no other room is empty. Do you want to be with the kids or the same grandmothers who are here?"

Quite a spacious room. There is a medium-sized bed, a wardrobe, a dresser and also a television. There is a bathroom in it too. There are two small sofas and the table is round. Of course it's complete, considering this is Aldo's room.

"Hows it? does this make you comfortable?"

"Yes, Mom. Thank God, it's very comfortable."

"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that. If you need anything, say yes."

"Don't bother, Mom. Having a place to live has also made me very grateful."

"Yes. We should be thankful for what we have right now. That way we will feel happy. Yes, I'll excuse you. There's work I need to finish."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

"Yes. Putu cake! come with Mami out. It's not good one room with a woman who isn't halal."

Aldo. With ogah-ogahan steps, he followed Bu Ranti out of the room.

"If there's anything, just say it, yes. Don't be shy."

"Amuuu ...." Ms. Ranti reached out to Aldo's ear as the man carried her back into the room.

Little laugh. That's what I always do to see Aldo's behavior. In addition there is Bu Ranti who is equally funny with Aldo. I hope this is a good sign for my life. At the very least, I was surrounded by people who brought laughter after tired of passing the day with grief and tears.

Magrib arrive. All members of the foundation gather in the mosque to perform congregational prayers. Except for non-Muslims, of course. Apparently, this foundation accommodates those in need regardless of religion.

After the prayer, we teach. Those who are small learn from the bigger ones. Not only big in terms of physical, they are teachers njai.

It was just a bag I was holding at the time. I busy myself to observe the activities that are here.

"Assalamualaikum ..." Someone greeted me. She's gorgeous. After I answered, he sat down. Introducing yourself. Pun me.

"New here? I just saw the thing?"

"Yes, Mba Key. I just arrived this afternoon."

"What room? Mahira?"

"That's, I live in Mr. Aldo's room. Miss Ranti said the other room was full."

"Oh, yes. It seems like Mba Mahira is a close friend of Mas Aldo, otherwise it would be impossible to live there. Though full, we would usually share a bed."

"I've known Aldo for a long time. So ...."

"Yes, I understand. Already around?"

"Yet. The plan is tomorrow I'll take a look around here."

"I'm willing to drive if I want to."

"really? thank you, Mba Key."

"Either. Excuse me for a moment. Teach the kids first."

"Yes Mba, yes. Please."

Keysha MBA. The first person I know here. Of course, besides Aldi and Bu Ranti. I am grateful that I have a friend to talk to.

The night is getting late. After Isa finished, the atmosphere here was so quiet. Only the sound of wind blowing and the sound of night beasts rhyming sounded. It's so quiet. An atmosphere I haven't felt in a long time.

A new atmosphere that still feels foreign. When you lay your body on the mattress, your eyes explore the ceiling of the room incessantly. Thinking about all the things I don't understand. All passing by, all memories coming.

The feeling of loneliness is self-indulgent. I really feel lonely. Different when still living at home, although there is no husband, but there they are my family.

"Sir Misran, what is he doing right now?" I miss that father. Wanted to call but I'm afraid this sadness is becoming more and more incurable.

Between regret and not with the decision I made. Honestly, when this heart really misses him, it feels like this finger is typing a message, or pressing the phone button and asking for news. If only now I had not known that it was a sin, maybe I had broken through the limits that should not be crossed.

"Oh my God, how long will I be like this?"

Suddenly my phone rang. I don't know who's calling nights like this. It feels right to just get out of bed and walk to pick up the phone I keep on the table.

"Prospective husband? whose number is this? the feeling I never kept Sese's number with this name." I was confused when I saw the caller's name.

"City ...."

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Sorry for the readers, I guess my phone error. Nulis is uploaded twice even though it is not finished. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

It will be repaired soon. Thank you for faithfully waiting for the story of Mahira 😍😘