Buying Wife

part#47

The head still felt very heavy and twitching as I vaguely heard someone talking on the phone.

Open your eyes slowly. Fireflies and fled. Until I realized where I was. Sure enough, when I opened my eyes and looked clearly, I was in my room. Room when becoming the wife of Pak Putra.

Pak Putra's? isn't he the one standing at the window? what the hell is he doing here?

With very little remaining strength, I tried to get up. And ....

"Astagfirefull!" My peek. Pak Putra looked over. He's approaching soon.

"You're sober? what do you feel now, is it still dizzy?"

"Clothes .. Where are my clothes, sir. Who replaced my clothes?" really am. I was so scared.

"Just calm. I am not the one who replaces your clothes. There's Bi Asti here."

"Who is that?"

"He's an assistant in this house."

I'm glad to hear that. Oh, my God, this is a leaflet, right? still sounds takbir. But ... Why does it look like there's a shade?

"Pak .. This is Eid al-Fitr, right? why does it look like it's late afternoon?"

"Yes. It's eid al-Fitr. Don't you remember what happened last night?"

I scrunched my forehead. Think about what happened last night. There's nothing I remember except I'm wearing Al's gifting clothes ....

"Aldo. Where's Aldo? where is he now? what the hell's going on? why am I here with my father? Al ... Al ... Aldoooo." I shouted to Aldo.

"He's not here Mahira. Do you really not remember anything?"

I'm back to thinking.

"The night you called, I felt very dizzy and suddenly unconscious."

"Before?"

"I ...." I'm thinking hard. And ... "I drank the water the waiter gave me at Aldo's house. The waiter who came in when Aldo was outside the room."

Pak Putra just stood still, looking at me sharply as if he wanted me to think for myself.

"Cannot be. Aldo's not that bad. He couldn't have done that to me, sir. I trust him very much."

"Then why are you here?" ask the Son not to like. "Have you imagined, what would happen if I didn't come soon then?" The son shouted. His face was red. He was upset and very angry.

"But, Mr ...."

"You think you know everything about him? me! I have known him longer than ever. How he lived and spent his parents' possessions. Mahira, Mahira, Mahira!"

I was getting scared when I saw Mr. Son this angry. For the first time I've seen him this angry. I'm so scared.

Son probably realized I was scared. He tried to calm himself down, and regulate his breathing. Then sit next to me in bed. I'm a little backwards. Get far.

"Mahira, he's not as good as you think. I used to forbid you from getting close to him, right? if it wasn't Ririn who told me that you might have trapped Aldo, I wouldn't have been able to save you."

"Ririn?"

"Yes. He came to the mami foundation, didn't he? he saw you chasing Aldo. He and I feel confident that you have fallen into a trap. That's why I'm following you and him."

Logically. It makes sense enough explanation. Only, my heart said something else. I'm not sure Aldo can do that to me.

What if it's true?

*****

There is no choice but to live in a house that is legally mine. It's just, a lot of different here. The work is no longer the same. His house assistant is not as warm as it used to be. The security and drivers here have changed. They're not the people I used to know.

Plus there are four bodyguards that always guard the gate. I feel like I'm in prison. Can not and should not come out at all unless accompanied by Pak Putra.

It was two weeks after the incident. I still can't believe what happened.

I feel really sick. Exceeding the pain when Pak Putra left me first. If it's time with Pak Putra, I've known the consequences from the beginning. But with Aldo?

I already trust him. He also fell in love with her.

He was the one who made me feel like I was in this world. He who made me rise from adversity is always entertaining and always there for me when I need to.

I'm not sure he could do that to me. He who dares not touch me at all, may he do me a heinous thing. Taking sleeping pills and ....

"Astagfirullah ..." I cried bitterly over the balcony. Crying either out of disappointment and hoping this does not Aldo do. Or because of something else. I don't know ...

I really feel useless. Always having trouble with the same person. If I'm not with Pak Putra, I live with Aldo. Like a rotating cup. Who was the strongest, he got the cup.

Really despicable.

I immediately wiped my tears when I saw the car coming into the yard. A car I've never seen before.

I'll be back in the room soon. And choose to lie down on the bed. Not long after, there was a sound of steps and also ... baby?

The door opened without a knock. Ririn came in and the baby.

"No."

"All right." Ririn sat on the edge of the bed. Right in front of me.

"This is our son, his name is Reno. A boy who will soon lose his birth mother but will also soon get a mother." He put Reno who was fast asleep.

"What does that mean, Mba?"

"There is no other choice for you than to remarry the Son. That's the solution so you don't get disturbed by Aldo. He's disinclined to be the son."

"sorry. But I can't marry Mr. Son."

"Why? Mahira, it seems like my husband has loved you since you guys were together. Merely, he also could not let go of me a second time. So, I beg you. This time, marry him. You love each other."

"Mba. We have three talak. That means, I have to get married first with someone else, just get remarried with Pak Putra."

"Then we will find a man who will marry you. We pay him whatever he asks."

"Mba. Do you know anything else?"

"What?"

"I have to have sex with my husband. I should have been booked by my new husband after that we divorced and married Mr. Son."

"Yes .. yes, already! just do. We do everything we can to get you back with the Son."

"Yesoo!" I shouted! Reno woke up in shock. The baby was hysterical from fear. Ririn immediately carried him. No later than that, the Son came in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" She immediately held the baby. Patting his back gently.

I don't know. But I don't want to apologize at all. Even though the baby was very scared to hear my voice.

It was as if I had lost my mind. My dzikir is still a fake. Although beristighfar, in fact my heart is still controlled by anger. I still haven't really given up on him. I'm still a dreadlocks.

How can I behave normally and ely. While I've been in this house, I've been like crazy. Caged in a cage. In fact, my veil came out of nowhere. The hair that I had always covered from Aldo and the others, now looked free by Mr. Son.

I was angry at that moment. No matter what a little religious knowledge is.

"Ra, what's wrong with you?" ask Ririn. Really annoyed when he seemed to care when he did not. Very clever he acted in front of Pak Putra.

"What do you want exactly? why do you always come and say the same thing. Listen, Mba. Say–"

"Take it easy on yourself Mahira. Patience, I know it's not easy. But try to calm down."

"Quiet how? really a snake woman. Go and never come to me again. Go right now!"

"Mas, Mommy. Here Reno. You calm down Mahira."

Pak Putra came up to me after he gave Reno to Ririn. The woman came out with her son.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Mahira, calm yourself. Breathe in slowly. Ok"

"No. I want to get out of here. Sir, I beg you. Let me meet Aldo. I'd like to meet him just once."

"Mahira. Don'tdon't. You should never see him again. I'll keep you here. Forget Aldo. He's not a man worthy of you."

"Then who deserves it? Mr?"

"Mahira, that's not what I meant. I just want to make sure you're okay. That's it."

"I'm never okay after we split, you know that too, right?"

"I'm sorry for all that. I'm sorry to have ruined you, Mahira."

"It's all too late. I am a human being who never cost anything. In everyone's eyes, I was just a mouthful of meaningless rotten meat. You rich people who have abundant treasures, make me like a fun toy, right?

Yesterday I was there, and now I am here. Then tomorrow I will be taken again by Aldo, then will you take me back? do you think I'm a ball, or a rotating trophy."

"Maybe it's better if I'm not in this world."

Pak Putra squinted his eyes. He's on standby maybe afraid I'm doing something dangerous. Yep. That's what I'm thinking. It comes to mind to end life. Maybe if I jump off the balcony, it could take a life. I ran as fast as I could.

Not yet on the balcony, Mr. Son pulled my hand. My body that was smaller than her lightly pulled and entered into her arms.

I'm mutinous. Not wanting to be touched by the man who caused my life to collapse. My strength is far outdone. I kept in contact with the rest of the energy I had.

I cried resignedly in the arms of Mr. Son.

"Aldo ... Aldo ...."

That's the only name I'm calling. It feels very difficult to explain. One side I was disappointed. But deep down, I was still expecting him. I wish he was the Aldo I knew.

"Sir, I would like to see him just once" I asked.

"Mahira ...." Lirih pak Putra's.

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