Contract Rahim

RK - Chapter 18

The wind blows softly, hitting the face of the round-eyed ayu girl. The girl continued to look at the sky with sadness.

Yara doesn't know whose purpose her life is for now. His body had been destroyed by the treaty that bound him. The girl began to whisper through the singing of the blowing wind. The girl clutched the photo of Hana.

"Yes..! Yara misses mom's hug..! If only my mom were still here..! on the side of Yara.Takkan Yara may be as destructive as this ma...!, many things Yara wants to tell.on mama..!"

Yara continued to whisper a message to the wind. Don't forget the girl slipped a prayer for the mother. Her crying sounded so bitter.

Her hand slowly closed the glass window, then Yara flipped over while wiping away the rest of her tears.

The girl stared at the figure standing before her.

"This is my home..! You have no right to enter without my permission..!"

Yara said sharply.

"I want right now, you go back to the house, which I bought you..!"

Amira said demanding.

"Sorry...! I don't want to..!"

"You, start to rebel..?"

Amira said in anger.

"I have the right to decide my life..!"

Sahut Yara dare.

"Don't try to fight me, Yara..! just one flick of you, I made it fall..!"

Threatening Amira sounds terrible.

"I'm not afraid of your threats..! I have nothing else to worry about. You used to threaten me with your health, but now you don't have a red card to threaten me..! mom needs my uterus, doesn't she..? so do what I want..!"

Yara's words threatened.

"How dare you now...?"

Amira is getting angry.

Yara laughed cynically, responding to Amira's chattering.

"Sure...! there's nothing else I'm afraid of you. Now please get out of my house..!"

With her hands pointing towards the door, Yara made a loud voice. The girl kicked Amira out without hesitation.

With a dead red face, Amira left the residence of Yara.

The girl no longer had the slightest fear. Yara has really changed since Amira humbled her the other day, her respect for Amira has been swallowed by the earth.

Mbok Nah who heard the commotion in his master's room immediately approached. As she approached Yara, the girl seemed to sit with her body shaken.

"What is non..? same story symb..?"

Mbok said Well looked worried. Yara did not answer, the girl even hit the body mbok Nah. The girl continues to express her sadness on the shoulders of the old mbok Nah.

"Huuu.sss..!! Udah non, bring istigfar, so that non Yara's heart more calm..!"

Mbok Nah did not forget to remind his employer.

"Make mbok..!"

"Sorry non..! may you know, what is it exactly..? do not hesitate ndok, you are already symbok think like a child symbok himself..!"

Mbok Nah continues to try to calm his employer.

"I'm sorry Yara mbok.!, Yara has already covered this big secret from the symbol, from mama. Yara is not strong enough to carry this heavy burden alone...!"

"Tell me on the non.!" plan..!"

Say the symbok while gently rubbing Yara's back.

"The MBok..! Yara is actually married..!"

Yara's voice sounded trembling.

"Yes...Rasull..! non Yara, you're not lying to..?"

Mbok Nah looks shocked.

"True mbok, Yara was forced to do it, for the cost of mama's surgery..!"

"What do you think, to non..? symbok not backfiring"

Mbok Nah is getting curious.

"The bottom is Yara was married mbok, at that time Yara needed money for mama's surgery while the family of the rich man needed a child from Yara's womb..!"

"O Allah is non.ok can that be it..? the important thing right now is non strong huh..! every test must have a silver lining...! don't be sad non, there's a symbol..!"

Simbok continues to encourage Yara. After Yara shared her sadness on the symbol, then the burden felt reduced.

"God willing, mbok...!"

"Yes, now non Yara rest, don't mind much...!"

"Yes mbok..! thanks..!"

"Yes already, kalao is a symbol stay behind ya non..!"

Yara nodded in response. Mbok Nah out did not forget he closed the door to his master's room.

It has been three days Yara left her job, it feels like the girl was at home just friends with a pillow.

At exactly ten thirty the girl opened her hijab, she was about to take water wudu to do the duha circumcision prayer.

Yara's hand was raised up to fix the knot of her hair that was broken, so it presented a perfect view.

The white neck immediately woke up something that was falling asleep.

Without Yara noticing the curve of her neck, it becomes a wild fantasy

Erlangga, so the man swallowed his saliva with fibers.

Erlangga began to piqued, his sense of longing that was growing increasingly unstoppable, wanting it to feel like the man was approaching the girl nan ayu.

Finished Yara prayer quickly fixed her hijab, because Yara had to go to Erlangga's room to deliver the file and notify her schedule for the next two hours.

Yara knocked on the door politely. Erlangga quickly let his secretary in.

"Sorry sir, interrupt..! this is a document that you must bring later, during a meeting with Mr. Handoko, at thirteen o'clock the father has a meeting at the Merpati hotel.."

Yara at length explained to the man before her. But his boss was not listening. He even continued to pay attention to the tiny lips of Yara who had looked enchanting.

"I'm sorry, did you hear me..?"

Ask Yara to make sure.

"Haaa..? ah yes I understand, which file should I sign..?"

Erlangga's question sounded ridiculous.

"Sorry sir, for now there is no file to sign..!"

Yara explained.

"Ooo sorry, I'm not focusing..!"

Elak Erlangga is restless. Yara smiled in response to Erlangga's words.

"I'll excuse you then..!"

Yara flipped over, quickly the girl left in front of Erlangga. But when Yara was about to pull the door handle, Erlangga's voice echoed.

"Wait..! there's something important I need to talk to you about..!"

Erlangga said clearly. Yara flips the body. Staring at her husband's black bead.

"Prihal what..?"

Ask Yara to make sure.

"Unexplained here..! Come with me"

Sahut Erlangga. Erlangga walked towards his personal space. Unsuspecting the girl was trailing her rare superior.

Arriving in the room that looks neat and luxurious Yara was silent, the girl began to think why she was brought to this room, what things the man wanted to talk to her.

As Yara was engrossed in her thoughts, Erlangga's heavy hand came coiling in front of Yara's slender belly, the hand hugging Yara's body tightly.

"I don't want you to stay away. I want us this close..!"

The scales of Erlangga are right in the recesses of Yara's neck which is covered in hijab.

Yara's eyes were closed, her breath holding for a second to neutralize her abnormal heart rate. Not to mention his heart rate recovering, Erlangga's hand quickly turned over Yara's body, for them to face each other.

"I don't like it, you ignore me like this..!"

Erlangga's words sounded hoarse.

The man stared fixedly at Yara's tiny lips.

Yara who was stared at like that instantly took a step back. Trying to avoid the wild booby of his superiors. But Erlangga quickly pulled Yara's wacky body back.

Yara tries to push her husband's burly body. But the man did not shift one bit.

"Stop the mas, it's in the office...!"

Yara tried to remind me. Erlangga smiled, hearing the word mas from Yara's tiny lips.

"I like you, call me that greeting again..!"

Erlangga happily hugged Yara's body tightly. But the girl did not return the hug from Erlangga.

"Go home, I miss our togetherness so much..!"

Erlangga tried to persuade.

"Sorry, I can't..!"

Sahut Yara firmly.

"Why..? you're still angry...?"

Ask Erlangga again.

"What should I be angry about, what you said is all true..! I just want to know, what's the reason you asked me to come home..?"

Ask Yara to Erlangga. The man was silent, he was confused as to what to answer. Yara smiled miris.

"Not to be answered, I know the answer. If you asked me to come home, just to plant your seeds in my womb. don't bother asking me to go home, now you can do it..!"

Yara said bitterly. Erlangga was silent again. Yara took off Erlangga's embrace.

"If there's nothing more to talk about, excuse me..!"

Yara came out of Erlangga's private room, while Erlangga himself sat down to digest every speech of his young wife. Erlangga began to ask herself, asking Yara to come home.