Buying Wife

part#42

Thank God I do not deny, when I used to live full of suffering, now I live surrounded by rich people. Everyone wants to live with them. Women of all kinds want to have Aldo. Only, Aldo made them friends when he was upset and upset. Enjoy them only as lustful gratuities. Long ago.

Aldo is completely different. He no longer plays women. To the discotheque and alcohol was an item that he stayed away from. At least that's what Renaldi, his friend, said. He's one of Aldo's friends who's close to me. Although not too close and only occasionally communicate.

I'm grateful that he is. Not as bad as humans, worse still those who feel the best but even it turns out to be the worst. Hypocritical.

Even so, it does not mean I am willing to accept his love. I don't know, even though sometimes not the appearance of Aldo just a day makes you miss. But I realized, it's because I only have one really sincere friend, she.

For me, he was the best friend of all life. That is, I want him to get a better woman than me. I am especially a widow. It feels weird for me to marry a single man. Hahaha, even though I know Aldo is no longer a bachelor.

I don't know. I'm confused myself.

Grandma Laila's healthy. He returned to the foundation again. His condition was not as happy as before. And Aldo chose to accompany her here. It made us meet and talk often.

"Do you want me to go to Jakarta?" ask her one afternoon. Of ashar.

"Why? what do you mean to go to Jakarta?"

"I have a job. Just males coming home alone."

"Makanya use the driver so that he is no longer alone on the road. It's good that you can rest."

"If there are you and our children later, then I use a driver so that it can be the same for you and the children behind."

"Maye ...." I'm glaring.

"Loh, that speech was a prayer. Who knows if there's a day when I've been sent by an angel."

"Aldo ...."

"Not to be discussed. I was just kidding. So how? want me to come home?"

"Can. I also have a little need."

"You what?"

"You know what you want to know."

"You want to."

"Helehh! yes, I'll get the clothes first. Just a minute."

"Ready, Mistress."

I glared before turning away and leaving her to pick up some clothes.

We're sliding into the capital. We got to a hotel where I was staying. Aldo actually asked me to stay at his house. But I feel bad and afraid of being slandered. Although I realize, Aldo's neighbors are not people who care about other people's lives. People during the day are like a cemetery. Slender.

When we got to the room. My phone's beeping. Incoming messages.

[Are you nyampe? I'll be at eight o'clock to the hotel where you're staying. We're talking at the cafe."

[Yes]

That was the only reply I sent. Let's see what we'll talk about later. Time feels long. Again and again I glanced at the circular watch. There was still half an hour before we met. It doesn't feel bad. My heart beats fast. Just like before. But this time it feels different. I'm scared but I have to meet up to make things clear.

[I have arrived.]

Without replying to her message. I'm heading to where he means. It is located on the 12th floor. The sound of the elevator slightly surprised me from the daydream.

Doubtful. That's how I felt at the time. I even turned around to not continue this. But ... I miss. I also want to talk to him about something.

Once it reaches its destination. My eyes go around every corner. There were only a few people relaxing there. And ....

I was scared after I was so shocked. If I turn around, fear will accumulate other suspicions from him. With a feeling that was not good, I was fixated on approaching him.

"Why? are you disappointed that it wasn't the Son who came?"

"No. I already know from the message I received."

"Wowww!" He seemed amazed when he quipped.

Yeah, I just realized that I was walking. The message I received was using my word. While Pak Putra always said 'me'.

"Please sit down."

"Thank you."

"Just go. I'm asking you to meet because I want to talk about something." He drank the juice before continuing, and I was still listening.

"Honestly, do you still love my husband?"

Questions I don't know what to answer. Be honest? but it would hurt the heart of a woman who had become a mother.

"Don't hesitate, just say it. We talk as fellow women. Forget that I am his wife. Let's just say I'm your friend who–"

"Yes. For me, he's first love and will be last."

"Oh." He smiled despite the sadness on his face. But why would he ask that? why not just first?

I actually stopped breathing for a moment. I don't think there's any sound I can hear. Hollowly.

He still smiled and looked at me. Maybe he knows how surprised I am.

"It may sound strange, but ...."

"Attent." I decided to pick up my phone which was at that moment beeping. Just wanted to divert my startled feelings back then. Number not known.

"Hello."

"Mahira. You're fast to the hospital."

"Sorry, who is this?"

"Aldo .. he's in an accident. Now he's critical. Please come here."

This time my heart was like it was going to jump out. How could this happen. Last afternoon he was fresh. And now?

Without further ado I immediately ran away leaving Ririn alone. Aldo's? she critical? o Allah .. I beg you. Save two. Take care of him Rabb. Aldo ....

Heart's broken. I'm really very scared. Confused and I don't know .. for the first time I'm mad at someone, a taxi driver. The car he was carrying was like nothing to the destination hospital.

"It's jammed, Neng! patient. If you can't wait to walk." The driver was upset when I snapped at him.

"Someone is critical, and I want to get to that hospital, sir."

"Actually we are near, it's just that the streets in the capital are complicated. We're just gonna have to go ahead for half an hour."

"Is our goal imminent, sir?"

"Yes. Just walk if you hurry. Twenty more minutes, just because of mac–"

I didn't listen to what he said next. After I gave her three pieces of red money I got straight down from running down the sidewalk. Sometimes I feel the road when the sidewalk is also jammed because of a naughty vehicle.

I tried to run as fast as I could, but it felt like I was walking in place. Not advancing one bit. I stopped and called the number that called me.

"Hello." I greeted with a word.

"Yes, Mahira. Where are you?"

"How's Aldo doing? Is she okay? please say as appropriate which-that makes me a little able to breathe." My tears are starting to fall. There was no answer, there was only the sound of Isaac crying from there. I'm getting scared. No more noise on the phone. I hastened my steps.

My leg tripped making my thumb's toenail hurt. So hurt. I don't give a shit. This is the result if running does not wear the footwear that should be.

Arriving in front of the hospital. I stopped to take a little breath. He glanced a little in the direction of the sick. Bloodier.

I rubbed it and walked back.

"Sorry, Mba. Put on the mask first." Satpam stopped my steps. I forgot to wear a mask. Lived in the cafe.

"I didn't bring it, sir."

"Then you can't go in. The mask can only come in."

"Sir, I will wear my hijab as a face mask like a veil. Please, let me in. I beg you." I'm pasting.

"I'm sorry, I can't. It's the rule here. Please come in, but this area must comply with the process."

"Sir! someone is critical there. I have to go in to make sure it's going. I beg you."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. It's for the good of all of us. What else you will enter the ER."

"Sir, I beg ...." I looked down like a ruku' on the security guard. So he'll let me in. "I beg you, sir. Just let me in for a moment."

"Who is sick? mammy? husband or father?"

I was confused as to what to answer. Who is Aldo to me anyway? he's a nobody. But .... Piss off! I forced my way in and swiftly the security guard held my body by stretching out his arms. I automatically backed off so as not to come into contact with him.

"Sir!" I screamed in despair. "I want to meet for a while .. he was with me in good condition, and Sekaran ...." I cry sad. I feel like my heart is broken. "And now he's critical of an accident! You understand no?" I'm yelling.

"Accident?"

"Yes! He was in an accident and is now critical. So, I beg you, sir. Just sec. It's all just human rules. Why do we have to be so strict about living it? muslims, right? have you ever broken God's rules? have you never died in prayer? father scared? no don't you? and Allah gives breath for free. Then why are you so afraid of the rules of yang– hospital"

"I keep it from noon until now, no patients who accident into this hospital. Maybe you're in the wrong hospital."

I'm speechless. Adjust the breath and try to remember the name of the hospital mentioned by the caller. Wanting to be sure, I immediately opened WhatsApp and read the name and alamt of the hospital he sent. Not wrong.

"I mean, maybe that's what's critical." The security guard pointed towards the back of my body. So look. I'm appalled. My heart is relieved, but also angry and upset.

Aldo's healthy. He stood up straight while smiling sweetly at me. Aldoooo!

Thank God, he's fine. Alhamdulillahot.

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