Buying Wife

part#45

Soon the fast is over. Eid al-Fitr will arrive soon. I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy because it will touch the heart of victory and sad because you know you will live it alone. Without any relatives what else Mother Father. Uh! after all, ever since I was a kid I've always missed all this on my own.

Remembering all that, it made me shed tears unconsciously. Fortunately, it was past tarawih.

"Mba Mahira's. What's alone here?" ask Mba Kaysha. I immediately wiped away the tears that had already been seen by him.

"Not to be ashamed. Crying is okay. If you want to tell a story, I'm ready to listen."

"Before a minute. Mba Kay's coming home?"

"Yes, I'm home tomorrow. Usually we are here it is a change. Five days off. Mba Mahira's coming home too?"

It was hard to hear that question. Me? go home where? there is no home for me to go home to. Who wants me to go home? there aren't.

"There's no home for me to go home to, Mba."

Mba Kaysha looked not surprised. Maybe because he's seen a lot of people who don't have anyone in the world. Like they're residents of this foundation. Children who do not know their parents, and the elderly who are thrown away by their children. And me?

"I have parents, but they don't care even if I die. My existence is like a parasite to them.

Every time Lebaran arrived, I went to prayer in the mosque and sat at the very back. The fear of my shabby face made the others disgusted and uncomfortable.

There were some good neighbors, giving me a little cake, ketupat and chicken opor. It's always just the head and the plug. Aya happy. I always eat voraciously even when my stomach is not full, you always come with a mouthful of alcohol and take the food I am eating."

Mba Kaysha grabbed my shoulder. And I'm getting sobbing.

"The leaflet this time is different, at least I am with people who have the same fate. So I'm not sad alone."

"Mr, Mahira. Want to come home with me? incidentally at home there is also only me and my sister, my parents must be happy because the house will be crowded. How's it?" he asked while still holding both of my shoulders.

"Say–"

"Don't. He'll be scattered in my house" interrupted Aldo who suddenly appeared from behind. We looked at it simultaneously.

"He's gonna spend Eid night at my house. With my parents, brother, and sister. Thanks for the offer, Kay. You are so good."

"Oh, suck. I'm being calm. Well, then excuse me."

Mba Kaysha's gone. Both Aldo and I live in the park. He and I sat on the bench watching the kids play. It was clear weather, so they were free to play without fear of rain.

We were in a state of silence for a while.

"You, huh?"

I'm still quiet.

"I asked my parents for permission. They agreed. We're lebaran at my house. You can help my mom, my sister and my sister-in-law cook. How's it?"

"I'm not worthy of it. Not my realm is there." I suddenly felt inferior. Yes, Mr. Putra and Aldo are both wealthy people, but their families are much different.

"Why? what's wrong? mom knows who you are, really. Your status knows and she accepts it all."

"It's not ready yet, Al. I'm too scared to get into your family. They're educated people, while I?"

"Is that the reason you haven't accepted my feelings? Mahira, I obviously don't like the way you look at my family."

"Sorry, Aldo. I can't. I am a widow while you? I am also a poor man who has no one. We are like the earth and the seventh heaven."

"You're the sky!"

"Aldo ...."

"Do I need to bring my whole family to prove to you that they accept you for who you are?"

"Do they know who my ex-husband is?"

Aldo stuttering. I'm sure he didn't tell me who my ex-husband was.

"Aldo, stop. Just give up on your feelings. Don't hurt your heart too deeply."

"If God wills, who can resist?" he looked so angry and just left.

"I'm just afraid of getting hurt a second time, Al. Sorry." Overshipped.

I'm just afraid, what Aldo's friend said in the ER when it came true.

"I'm just scared, mommy and daddy Aldo don't approve of you. What else this Bu Mahira his ex-wife Pak Putra. Yaah ... I just imagine, Mr. Son was like a brother to Aldo, and a son to Aldo's mother. Are you sure they'll approve of you when they find out that the mother is the ex-wife of her other child?"

I know enough myself to accept the fact that being with Aldo is an impossibility.

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"Mr, Mahira. There's a guest waiting in Miss Ranti's room."

"Who, Sir?"

"lack of knowledge. Just try it there."

I'm the one who's feeding Nek Iyam, leave immediately. I'm afraid it's Bu Ranti's guest who also wants to see me. If they don't know each other, it's impossible to go to Miss Ranti's room. Guests who want to visit, usually go straight in.

There was a feeling of anxiety when the door of the room Bu Ranti was already in front of the face. Doubt to open that door.

"Aldo?" I was surprised when Aldo was already on the side. "What did he come here for? I've given back everything Mr. Son gave me, Al" I whispered.

"Eitherway. We'd better go in and listen to what he has to say. I will accompany you. Just in case."

"Ish, he's a criminal."

"al, Mahira. Logging in! don't whisper in front of the door."

Aldo and I stared at each other in shock as Bu Ranti shouted from inside. Aldo opened the door and we went inside.

Bu Ranti and Ririn were talking. I stared fixedly at Ririn who .. she was so different. I don't know.

"Sit, Ra. And you're Al, you better get out. It's a woman's business."

"No, Ma. I asked Aldo to accompany me. Can you?" many doubt. Bu Ranti simply sighed and raised both eyebrows. He looks resigned. I don't know because of what.

"Yes. Alright. You can sit."

Aldo and I sat side by side. It just happens to be an empty chair.

"Ra, am I interrupting?" ask Ririn. I shook my head slowly. He looks relieved.

"What else is it? I didn't accept the offer yesterday. I refused even though Mba Ririn had not explained everything. Say–"

"I can't live any longer."

"What?" me and gift blurted compact.

"I have cancer. The doctor said my chances of recovery were small. My hair is gone because of the side effects of chemotherapy. You might be able to see my body change, right?"

Yep. From the first, yesterday at the hotel and now. His body is very different. He's too skinny. I don't know what disease he described I don't understand.

"I want to propose to you for my husband, because I know you love your Son so much. As long as you know, the Son himself still remembers you. He often even unintentionally told her how he was with her."

My heart beats very slowly. The taste that has faded, is now back as colorful although not as beautiful as before. I was relieved, there was a little happiness in my heart hearing the fact that Mr. Son had not forgotten me.

"Mahira, return to be the wife of the Son. If I die, I won't calm down if she marries another woman. I beg. You want to go back with her."

"Silly!" Aldo grunting. I glanced at. There was anger and fear on his face. He even had trouble regulating his own breathing.

"Mahira. I'm sure you still love him, don't you?"

There's no answer to that. No, there is but I can't say any of this right now. I can't believe Ririn's words. After all, the message that Mr. Son sent at that time was even like the opposite. No. gabe. I won't say anything unless Mr. Son comes by himself and proposes to me.

"sorry. But I can't take it."

"Why? have you completely forgotten him?"

"Except Mr. Son himself who came to propose to me. I'll give him the answer."

"What the fuck!" Aldo kicked the table and slammed the door. I know he's hurt. Take a look at Miss Ranti. He looked worried to see his son leave. After all, Aldo was his favorite son.

"Excuse me." I immediately ran out to chase Aldo. No matter Ririn calls. I'm just afraid Aldo went to drive his car. That's very dangerous. How that night he managed to prank me, I didn't want that to come true.

"l. Aldo!" I ran after him. He doesn't care. My steps were getting faster as he walked towards his car.

"Al, Al, wait a minute." I pulled his arm when we got close. He brushed. I walked faster and turned around when I was in front of him. "Wait, Al. Don't be like this." I held his chest so as not to go any further. He was still walking pushing my steps back until he hit his car.

I shook my head and stopped the car door. "Don't go. I beg you."

"Surge!"

"No! I won't let you drive in a rage."

"What does it have to do with you? be done! don't be so attentive. Take care of your marriage with your ex-husband!"

"Aldo ...."

"Ra! please move!"

"No. . I don't want to."

Aldo got rid of my body. And I don't want to lose. I blocked his body again.

"Surge! or do you want me to move forward?"

Yes, if he steps forward, then our bodies will touch each other. Nah! that's not gonna happen. I trust him.

He stared intently with red, teary eyes. His steps slowly forward.

"You are the one if you dare to do it."

Actually my heart was so fast as the pace got closer. I'm afraid he's caliphate when he's emotional. Don't let Aldo, everyone will forget themselves if they are angry. Me included.

My body and he are getting closer. Even my veil hit his face when it was blown by the wind. O Allah. Aldo, don't do this. I beg.

I stared without pause. Challenging himself. And ... Astagfirullah. Aldo ....

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