Buying Wife

part#52

"Don't touch!" aldo shouted as everyone approached because of the scratches on Aldo's hand dripping a lot of blood. Vera and Bu Ranti were shaking, they wanted to see and treat Aldo's wounds, but were afraid that Aldo was so angry. Her eyes are watery red.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Aldo, your hands are bleeding, son. Here, Mami treat." Bu Ranti's mouth shook.

"Pak Broto's family will be here next week." With ease Papi Aldo said without regard to the feelings and wounds of his son.

"If they come here, prepare a yellow flag to fly in front."

"Son, Aldo ...." Miss Ranti is getting scared. He closed his gaping mouth. Crying non-stop. Vera Pun.

"Vera doesn't want to be Papi's son anymore if Aldo's brother is up to nothing." Vera threatened to. She approached her brother, however, again on the shores of Aldo. More and more blood was dripping on the floor. I try not to care, I finally melt too.

"Here, I clean the wound first."

Aldo was silent without a fight. He followed my steps into another room.

"Ver, bring me the medicine."

"Yes." Yeah." The girl immediately ran to fetch the medicine box according to my orders.

I looked at Aldo who looked still very angry. My eyes stared without pause. While my hand pressed Aldo's wound with the tip of the veil, so that the area did not come out more and more.

"This, Brother." Vera came to hand over the medicine box.

With warm water, I cleaned Aldo's wound, there was a small amount of debris between the wounds. I carefully took it. Feeling quite clean, I gave him betadin and then covered it with gauze.

"Don't rich little kids, get angry wrecking stuff. I don't like it."

"Sorry."

"Be a strong man who solves problems manly. Emotionless and tearless. No matter how sad you are, I am the most hurt. Insults, insults, and accusations, all point to me. And back I have to let go of my heart."

"I will not let your heart go. But ...."

I raised my head when he did not continue.

"Do you love me, Mahira? I haven't listened to your heart for me."

I smiled, "I wouldn't be here if my heart was still somewhere else."

Aldo smiled with relief. His face was grim, now there seemed to be a happy hue. "That's enough for me."

"I'll go home first. Take good care of yourself. And don't be like that again, huh?"

"I'm inter. And don't refuse. There's something I want to give you."

"But ...."

"Don't mind papi. We're leaving now, it's already night."

"Pamit used to be mommy, yeah."

"Hm."

"Sister, Mahira. Sorry, yes. Please take care of Aldo."

"Yes, Vera. Thanks for being nice to me."

The beautiful girl smiled before she left. Not long after that, Miss Ranti arrived. His eyes still shed tears.

"Mom, I'm saying goodbye. Sorry for what happened tonight, it's all because of me."

"It's okay. Mahira, I'm sorry. I can't do much against my husband."

"Yes, Mom. I've understood. The wife's duty is indeed subject to the husband's command as long as it does not violate the rules of religion."

"Aldo, take Mahira home. You also went home."

"Let's see later." she's still flat on her mama. "Come, baby. We'll get out of here soon." Aldo pulled my arm. I looked back, bowing my head as a sign of my farewell to Bu Ranti.

On the way, Aldo and I didn't say much, we just stayed in silence and sadness.

Until we finally arrived. Aldo and I immediately got down and walked towards the house.

"Miss!" screeches ... Tuti Bi? yeah, no more wrong. That's Bi Tuti. Why is he here? Tuti Bi? I glanced at Aldo who was busy with his phone.

"Aunt ...." My whisper is grieved. Want to run but it feels like this limp foot is not powered.

"Miss." We cuddled.

I shed all my tears in the arms of that fat woman. Comfortable.

She, who was like a mother to me, came at the right time. After the great wound that Aldo's family had inflicted, I was like I had a ladder to climb up from the pit of suffering.

I was crying like that. Tears that had been held since then, now spilled in the arms of BI Tuti.

I cried for a long time until I realized that someone was standing behind Bi Tuti.

"Mr ..."

Men who now have more wrinkles than before, smile. Mr. Misran. He's here too. I am really happy and also very happy.

For a moment, we dissolved in a blue hariu the atmosphere of letting go of longing.

*****

"Is this what you want to give me?" ask me the next day. Aldo just smiled as he chewed on the sandwich I made.

"Thank you."

"Together."

"But, Al. Why does Miss Ranti miss you so much? don't you live in a house? you will only come here in the morning for breakfast, go to work and then come back in the afternoon. Where did you sleep the night?"

"There's."

"Where? don't do it, ah! I don't like it. Go home, yeah."

"To here?"

"Not! to Miss Ranti's house, Aldo."

"I want to come here."

"Can't! we can't have a house together yet."

"Then we can make it."

"Marriage requires only a couple of brides, guardians and dowries, as well as witnesses and rulers. There is no father of the bridegroom either."

"Without parents' blessing, we won't be happy."

"What if we get the blessing after everything is done."

"meaning?"

"We married sirih. We invite your father to be a guardian. Who knows if we choose a child, the papi will melt."

"No, no, this is ridiculous. I don't want to, Al."

"We're working first, Ra. Not a sin either. It's no disgrace either because you're not pregnant outside, and I'm not somebody's husband."

"I want to marry with the blessing of my parents, Al."

"Mahira, I beg you. We both fight. If I was the only one fighting without your support, it would be too much. Remember, next week I'll be betrothed."

Fearful. That was the first thing I felt when I heard her match. I who begin to want to believe fully again, I who really want to love him, I who want to accept his past, must be willing to hold all that when the biggest obstacle in a relationship now hits me.

Confused? sure have. Between fear of losing him, and also fear if you have to marry without the blessing of parents. I should how?

"Neng, this is the golden water ready."

"Thank you, Bi. Auntie had breakfast? Where's Mr Misran? have you had breakfast too?"

"Udah, Neng. It's in the back again drinking coffee."

"Yes, already at breakfast. Bi, please tell Mr. Misran, I'll be out at eleven anter."

"Yes, Neng. I'm back to the back."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where are you? I'm the anter."

"Don't you have to work, right? so, where have you been all this time, Al?"

"In Vera's apartment."

"Oh, sukur then. I think you live where."

We then dissolved in silence. I looked at Aldo who was finishing his sandwich.

This chest is back beating. Faster than when with Pak Putra. The strong urge to say yes to his invitation to marry betel is getting stronger.

"Aldo, it looks like I–"

"Wait a minute." Aldo picked up the phone he had stored next to the plate. Get away from me. Maybe it's from his business partner.

"It sucks!" suddenly he came back with a grouchy face.

"Why?"

"The Son is in front. How does he know this house?"

"Send him to come in. Let's explain what really happened."

Aldo.

"alright. Let's go over there."

I got up from the chair. Following Aldo's steps from behind. I was still a little scared and chose to hide behind his back.

Over Aldo's shoulder, I saw Mr. Son standing at the door of his car. With a face like usual if we met, angry.

"What's up, Mom?"

"I want to pick up Mahira."

"What right? His father? anyway, Mas, we already know who put sleeping pills in Mahira's drink."

"I knew a long time ago."

I'm appalled. And Aldo must be the same as me. I saw Aldo clenching his hands. I grabbed. Didn't want him to get carried back into his emotions like last night.

"It's not sleeping pills that I'm worried about. I just don't want Mahira to be hurt more deeply by Papi's dislike."

"I'm going to fight to get my blessing from him."

"Impossible! if you're stubborn, then papi is more than that. Aldo .. come on! if you truly love Mahira, let her go of the papi doing things that will hurt her. We know what papi is, right?"

I pressed my hand against Aldo's arm. He glanced.

"No! I'm not giving up. Let's see who's gonna give up halfway."

"Mahira, don't let Aldo and his parents fight. It'll hurt everything. And for sure, it will hurt you a lot. Come on, let's go home."

"I'd rather be hurt in the fight, sir. At least I know, the one I'm fighting for has a deep taste for me."

"Mahira .. please, you won't understand who you're dealing with."

"Whoever they are, they are only human. Not God."

The son looks very frustrated. I know what that means is good. It's just that, I want to accompany Aldo to walk up against this obstacle. It is good that God determines. We're just trying.

"Al, let's go see my parents. I'd like to accept your proposal to marry under your hands."

Aldo and Putra were both shocked. The difference is just the look of the face. Pak Putra was shocked with fear, while Aldo was so happy.

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Son

Ririn

Aldo

Mahira