Buying Wife

part#49

Frustration and despair, coupled with weak faith. Made me possessed by a demon. My heart is dominated by anger. My mind's gone.

I give my life to anyone who wants me to live. Either that's Aldo, or Mr. Son. It's up to them to do anything to me. I don't care anymore.

When I woke up, I just stared at the ceiling of the hospital. Not looking for anyone. No matter who is in this room. Not a sound.

I was confused as to how I felt. Hate it? Getting angry? sad though?

Someone came over. The perfume is always the same.

"You're sober? what do you feel?" Aldo's approaching. He was sitting on the chair to my left.

There is absolutely no intention to answer the question.

"I'll call the doctor for a minute, yeah. Wait here."

Where can I go anyway? no matter how far the foot goes, I'll only meet two of the same people.

Not long after came some people in white uniforms. Maybe one of them is a doctor, because he checks my body in so much detail.

"It just takes time to get ya back to normal. Just make sure he doesn't think of anything heavy in the meantime."

"Can I just take it home, Doc?"

"Physically, he is healthy. But his soul was disturbed. We'll see how it goes until tomorrow."

"alright. Do your best, Doc."

"definitely. We'll try. Then we'll excuse us."

"Yes, please doctor. Thank you." Thank you."

As soon as they came out, Aldo came back closer. He always asks me how I feel. Talk about this and that's what I don't really hear. I don't care what comes out of his mouth.

He who was different the day before I missed and I expected to come as a helper, now turned around. I don't know why I'm so used to him. Maybe because I'm fed up with this.

Let alone Aldo, to God alone I feel angry. When I tried to be a better servant, he gave me trials like this.

Aldo took care of me in the hospital. I feed and sometimes wipe my face. Help me walk when I go to the bathroom.

Today the doctor came to tell me I could go home. After Aldo took care of the administration, the medics removed the infusion in my arm.

"Want me to comb her hair?"

As usual, I was silent. Aldo approached and combed his hair and tied it up.

There were no Muslim clothes I could wear. Vera gave me a white floral dress with a shawl.

A long drive from the hospital room to the parking lot, Aldo tightly grasped my finger. Like I was afraid I would run.

In the parking lot there is already a black Aldo car and two more Jeep cars that escort from the front and rear.

"Curtain!"

Aldo looked at me as I squeaked. Yeah, I'm upset about this. Overuse. Will I be locked up somewhere else?

"Am I going to be a prisoner in your house this time?"

Aldo took off his glasses and stood very close to me. I turned my face.

"I wouldn't do that. I'll keep you safe and make sure you're safe."

"From what? isn't that what you want to ruin my life?"

"Everybody misunderstood. We're talking about this at home."

"Whose house? your fancy house that almost bore witness when I was tainted."

"You misunderstood, baby. Come on, let's talk at home. Not here."

"No! I don't want to go to that house anymore. That house is scarier than the old house."

"We're not going there. We'll just go to my house."

"Hhh! yes, rich people are strange if they do not have many houses. Are they coming too? they're gonna sponsor me like an inmate?"

"They're just bodyguards. They will not treat you like a prisoner. You are free to rule them. Not the other way around."

Did ya? should I trust Aldo this time?

"Honey .. let's go before the son comes here and force you to come with him."

A little angry, I got into Aldo's car. Angry at the circumstances that never sided with me.

"You began to dare to touch, and I also quietly resigned! disgusting."

I nagged while we were on our way. Aldo did not let go of his hand. Disgusted indeed, because I did not pull over and just let it go.

Aldo. Then he looked straight back into the street.

We arrived at a house in an elite area in the Jabodetabek area. I don't know exactly where, I don't understand and I don't want to know either.

A residential area shaped like any other. If normally the housing will be attached to each other, this is not. From one house to another, there is enough distance. It's probably about two chain buses.

Not too fancy compared to his parents' house. Just plain luxury housing in general. There were two guards guarding the house. Funny indeed, the security guard is not enough, he added six other bodyguards.

I just came down and barged into the house that happened to be unlocked. As soon as I entered, I was greeted by four female servants. Still very young.

"Did they serve you in bed?"

Just asking. I didn't need an answer and immediately switched to another conversation.

"God! you!" The woman I thought was the most beautiful was approaching. "You know where my room is? are there a lot of bars there that make me unable to go anywhere?"

"Ah, sorry, Miss ...." He glanced at Aldo. I don't know what Aldo did, the woman then smiled after the beginning she looked confused.

"Let's take me upstairs."

The waiter walked over and I followed behind him. Modern minimalist style house that looks very neat but, deserted. Is this Aldo's new home? don't know ....

I came to a large and beautiful room. Room in elegant decor. Not much stuff makes it look very neat.

"Miss, these are your clothes here all." she showed me the wardrobe. When I opened it, I saw many Muslim clothes hanging there. Sad, but I'm upset.

"I don't want to wear this. Is there anything else?"

"There's some t-shirts and shorts on this door."

"alright. You can go out, I can find it myself" I said. I've been feeling weird about my attitude lately. But, there is a strong impulse from within to vent all pent-up anger. I vent my anger at everything.

Feeling that my body is still not fit, I walk towards the bed. Trying to close my eyes that do not feel sleepy until I finally returned to not remember anything.

There was a faint sound of azan. Slowly I opened my eyes. Looking at the curtains that had been opened, now it was closed.

Waking up with my head still heavy, I walked towards the bathroom. Stir the body with warm water. Hopefully, after the shower can feel a little fresh.

After bathing and getting dressed, I saw the clock on the phone, apparently the call to prayer magrib. I want to pray, but I don't find Mukena. Forced with a bad feeling, I came out. Yelling at the waiter to get me my face.

Not long after, Aldo came. Carry paper bag.

"Here, I'm sorry I haven't prepared this before."

"That's it! people like you know how to pray." I took the paper bag violently. Go into the room and slam the door hard.

Salatku is not like before–khusyuk, this time I do it just to fulfill the obligation. Sometimes there is even a sense of not being sincere when doing it.

I've been resentful and angry with my attitude lately. Deep down in my heart, I want to feel like I used to be. It's just .. The disappointment that is too deep makes me sick!

"Ra .. can I come in?"

That's Aldo. I didn't answer, knowing he would force his way in.

"Ra, eat first yuk. It will hurt again."

My mouth refused to say spatah. Aldo's approaching. He sat on the floor, right next to me curled up on a prayer mat, complete with a still-attached face.

"Why you?" she was shocked when she saw my face that was already soaked with tears. His hand slowly.

"If there's anything, story. Don't hold your own. I'll do anything to help you. Ra ...."

I glanced at. His face looks worried. I turned my face.

"Darling ... What's wrong? if you don't want to tell a story, that's okay. But eat first, yeah." he grabbed my shoulder. Comfortable.

"Aldo. Let's get married."

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