Contract Rahim

Call me Mas

Silent without sound, silence shackled the entire room that felt stuffy. Yara bowed silently, staring at the floor that never whispered a solution to the girl who was fixated.

Erlangga stared in disbelief at the figure standing before him. The man again voiced his presence in the house of his slave wife.

"Mas..Erlangga..?"

Chirp Yara slowly.

"Mas...?"

Erlangga repeated the greeting addressed to him.

Instantly the round-eyed girl silenced her own mouth.

"Honest Yara. Are you and Ara the same person..?"

Erlangga began to ask over his suspicions. Yara fell down she did not know what to answer.

"Don't just shut up. Answer my question..!"

Erlangga began to get upset that the man felt lied to.

"I can explain you, I'm sorry Yara...!"

The girl's tears began to pour out.

When Erlangga stared fixedly at the girl who was sculpting, the black eyes accidentally saw the name tag still stuck on her neck.

Erlangga quickly grabbed the name tag, he began to read the name of the owner of the name tag.

"Yara Harisman..?"

Erlangga's lips move to mention each letter. Those black eyes instantly looked at the girl before him with an illegible look.

"I apologize once again. I can explain..!"

The girl pleaded to the man who looked flat, Yara continued to wipe away her tears. The girl looked so depressed.

"Well explain what you've covered from me..!"

Pinta Erlangga.

The tall man walked away from Yara who was still sculpting.With the thousand courage he gathered, the girl finally followed Erlangga's steps.

"Sit..!"

Erlangga's Order.

"Yara sat across from Erlangga..!"

The girl is still silent.

"Do you still want to cover up your lies..?"

Erlangga started to get upset with Yara's silence.

"I didn't mean to lie to you..!"

Yara is honest.

"Heeem..! You said not to lie...? So what's the point behind your veil..?"

Erlangga's tone began to rise.

"I'm sorry, didn't you ask me to cover my face in front of you,

Ask Yara wonder.

"I...? don't make it you..! I never asked you to wear a face cover..!"

Yara looked puzzled, with her superior's statement.

"But my mother Amira told me that, if you don't want to see my face. Even that veil I got from Amira's mother..!"

Yara said honestly. The girl didn't want to keep the lie any longer. Erlangga looked at Yara's eyes with a sharp look.

"Great you, you can usually scapegoat my wife. He couldn't have done that..!"

Yara fell silent, hearing Erlangga blame herself. Yara begins to realize that this is all over Amira's game. Where could the girl possibly defeat Erlangga's argument.

"Well, if you don't believe it. Let's just say it's all my fault..!"

"Heeem...!"

Erlangga smiled cynically. Yara's heart ached to see the smile on her husband's lips.

"Don't use your hijab to hide your rot..! I can judge what kind of woman you are..!

Erlangga said sharply. The man was unconscious with his words that were able to break Yara's soft heart.

Yara simply bowed in silence, even though the insults were very painful for her. He did not want to comment. Because it can prolong the problem, the girl was quite silent and listened to the chatter of Erlangga.Yara realized that she was also wrong, although not entirely for her fault. Maybe if he asked directly about the face coverings, this would not be the end of the story. Rice has become porridge no one should regret, but he needs to look out for Amira.

"I'm disappointed in you, I could be fooled by a little boy like you..!"

Erlangga snorted with a fiber face of disappointment, The man without turning his head again immediately left Yara in the living room.

The girl looked down at the faintly burly back that was increasingly invisible to her shadow. Yara was fixated her heart was completely broken. All the people he loved slowly walked away from his life.

Arriving at home, Erlangga, the man entered without anyone welcoming him, the dining table was empty.

The man's heart was getting tired, the hope of going home Amira he wanted his wife to care about him but the woman was more and more cuex look to him.

Erlangga began to lay down his body on the bed, but when the eyes were filled the man continued to be haunted with the sad face of Yara who shed tears. He tried to shake off the shadow but was unsuccessful.

Almost six o'clock in the afternoon Amira had just returned home. Amira went upstairs to the room. Amira opened the room door as Erlangga was lying down, with her hands on her forehead.

"Loh.mas! you're home..?"

Amira asked her husband.

"Heeem..!"

Erlangga replied without taste.

"You why the hell mas, his face betek that..? I don't like it ah look at it..!"

The protest of Amira spoiled.

"Mas..cautionin the end of this you are busy continue, baby, until you forget your duties as a wife..!"

Erlangga's words were soft, but his speech was very slapping Amira.

"Tumben you protested, usually I don't mind. What the hell is it..?"

Amira felt disturbed by her husband's words.

Erlangga looked at Amira for a moment. The man also felt astonished at himself, why he became a father. From the beginning they were married and Amira never welcomed him home from work, what again served him a meal.

"Sorry, I'm too tired, so it's emotional..!"

Erlangga was clearly on his wife. The man then brought the head of the amira up to the chest of his field. Amira nodded spoiled.

"Mas hungry baby..!"

Erlangga said.

"What do you want to eat mas, let me pesenin.di restaurant lingganana we..!"

Rose Amira to her husband.

"Mas tired of eating from the outside, I want a home menu only..!"

"You didn't tell me to cook, did you..?"

Getting that answer Erlangga fell silent, as soon as the shadow of the girl flashed through his mind. The girl was serving him at a meal, cooking him breakfast every morning.

"Why is it asked even silent anyway..?"

Amira protested.

"Dear, I know you can cook, but what's wrong with you learning..?"

Erlangga said giving advice.

"Iiiih.what the heck mas. Don't bother me..! Your own fault, you don't want to eat the housekeeper's cooking..! Now you're asking me to cook..!"

Amira was upset, the woman then kept her head away from the chest of Erlangga field.

Erlangga looked at Amira as he digested every word of his wife.

"Dear you know..! I don't like it, I need someone else to prepare it, if you don't want to cook it's okay, but at least you get my clothes ready."

Pinta Erlangga to his wife.

"Why the hell mas, only now you protest kayak gini.bikin upset tau no..!"

Amira said as she left Erlangga alone. The man was silent, he felt strange to himself, usually he never protested with Amira's attitude that did not care about him. Perhaps the man was getting used to the service Yara gave him.

Erlangga got up from the bed, the man opened the door of his room terrace, he sat on a lounge chair while enjoying the orange sky.

Suddenly his wild shadow seeped into his dirty mind, the man immediately swallowed his salivary fiber, he remembered his attempt to break into the intoxicating narrow wicket, which only his young wife had.

Erlangga's mind began to go insane he continued to imagine the narrow burrow that bit the twenty-five-year-old girl's possession.

But unfortunately the wild shadow was just dancing in his mind. There's no way that guy went home to his young wife, just to do a bed scene.

While Erl was proud of still being angry, he felt annoyed with the girl. He felt lied to, about the identity of his young wife.

After a week passed since the incident, Erlangga never met Yara, the man was prestigious to visit the residence of the young wife of his choice. The girl was not seen in the office, she did not know where she went. Sometimes Erlangga find out with the temple to check the discipline of employees. He went around the finance division, but the girl was invisible.

Erlangga began to fidget, in his heart he was afraid of the girl why napa. But Erlangga can not do much. There is no way he asked Amira, he did not want to hurt his beloved wife.