Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 4

"Bee? She who? Why call you bee? Don't tell me you called her umi" said Diana, who honestly made me want to laugh. But in a situation like this, I can't laugh.

"No, I don't call umi, yang."

I could be caught in a situation like this. I shut my mouth even though it was useless because they had heard.

"What did you say? Which is? You're my duain?" accuse Nilam

"Who are you? Bari's affair?" diana ketus.

"You're the one who was made an affair. I've been dating Bari for a year." Nilam won't lose.

"It's still a long time, I've had a year and a day. That means you're the one who's cheating."

God, Diana could still make me want to laugh. Even I myself forget when I made it with them so many women who became my lover.

"Can you do me Bar? What do you think you're handsome? Skincare modal gang aja pretentious and want to cheat. We broke up" said Diana who honestly made me amused.

The first woman to call me handsome because of skincare. If another woman would cry knowing her boyfriend has another woman, not with Diana. That woman actually chided me.

"Take a man like a crocodile. This model guy also I can dance, richer, more handsome, more everything." Diana said that with eyes that occasionally glanced at me. It was obvious that he was angry and upset with me. I was only able to deliver his departure with my net angle.

"What do you think? You think I want this relationship, no. We break up, take the things you chose for me." Nilam also left me alone in this crowded place.

I don't intend to chase one of them. This I have taken for granted, because this has become commonplace for a Bari.

I returned the item that was selected by Nilam. I just realized that the people around me made me an object of spectacle. I tidied up my shirt which was actually fine and then stepped with dignity towards the ground floor and out of the cursed place.

When I got to the parking lot I saw Diana was still there. However, he was not alone like when he had met me in the mall. She was with her cousin who was wearing shar'i and veiled clothes.

I walked over to the woman who had thrown a curse at me. I saw him who was making a gesture like wiping away tears.

"Di" call me when I get in front of them.

Again the veiled woman turned her eyes down. I wanted to ask her why she always distracts me when she accidentally sees me. However, it feels that for now I can't ask either.

"Well, are you here again? There go! Dating there is the same woman you can play with. I swear you later if you already have a woman you love really, you will have trouble getting it. Let's go." Diana made a vow of expletive that was not possible. A Bari never has trouble getting what he wants, what else if it's a woman's business.

Ah come, I better go home, rest my body and tomorrow I'll go back to find a replacement. I'll prove that Diana's swearing in has no effect on Bari.

*

A few days passed, I had approached two women who were no less beautiful than my former ex. They were my acquaintances when I was in college. Today I had an appointment with one of the women among them. On a hot and hungry day, I repeatedly glanced at the watch on my right hand. I was only fifteen minutes in the middle of the road waiting for traffic, but it felt like I was already half a day on the road.

When I just wanted to drive forward, the corner of my eye accidentally saw a woman sitting on the sidewalk. The woman seemed to be enduring the pain. After careful attention, the woman was pregnant.

"Sir, is it okay?" ask me to pay attention to her face that remains beautiful even though she is in pain.

Jeez Bari, why is your brain just a pretty woman?

"Where are you going?"

"Like work. You know it's a work day."

God, I took a deep breath a few times to avoid getting emotional. I'm sure her husband must be thin dry having a wife like this woman. He must be depressed about marrying a woman like her.

"Why not contact her husband?"

"Udah. They know the road is jammed. Yes, it's still on the road. Go away if you don't want to help me. It's starting as a reporter."

"I'll take it to the hospital if I want to." I made an offer even though from earlier he always answered my words with a tone that was not pleasant to hear.

"Yes, help me stand up, I can't stand this."

I was silent no longer speaking, only my hands were moved to help him. From what I see, he is in a lot of pain. A sweat that had flooded the entire corner of his face that looked pale.

"The mother called again her husband told us to go to the hospital we were going to."

"We're going to the hospital just down the road. I told him to go there directly."

Luckily the streets were already a little quiet when I brought this pregnant woman. I don't want to waste the opportunity, other than having to quickly take it to the hospital, I also have an appointment with Sinta. Remembering the name made my hand reflexively contact her, I told her that it would be too late.

The reason for the phone call with Sinta, suddenly the woman beside me screamed in pain and asked me to go faster. It was appropriate to make Sinta misunderstand and hang up the phone without hearing my explanation.

"Sir, I've been speeding. I knew I was contacting someone. And because this mbak shout made a misunderstanding of the people there. Shut up and enjoy the pain that will bring you to the stage of true happiness" I said with annoyance.

The woman was silent, it made me regret also for speaking ill of this woman. I wanted to apologize but he was wrong too. Ah never mind, a Bari is too difficult to apologize first.

We arrived at a special hospital for mothers and children. Intentions want to drive it, but the opposite happens. The woman clutched tightly onto the shirt that was attached inside my suit.

"It's a sick sus," she complained when she was pushed into the delivery room.

"Sorry mom please let go I have to go back to this office. I need to" I said, trying to take off his grip.

"Wait until my husband comes" she said on the sidelines of her illness.

"What's? Just be right. Here you can get the right help and are guaranteed to be safe. Why should I wait until my husband comes" I protested.

"Dok is sick, doc," he lamented heedless of my protest.

"Prophey ma'am. It's open seven. Arrange the breath and don't push before there's a directive from me." Very soft and gentle, the doctor's voice. I who had closed my eyes held back the anger reflex to turn my head.

She was!

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