Deepest Wound

RUN AWAY FROM HOME

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Bang Fauzan's attitude may be understandable because from the beginning I knew that he really liked me. What is surprising is when suddenly Mr. Erik came to the house and conveyed his intention to propose to me.

I was shocked half dead and made cold. Laras immediately pulled me into the room and interrogated me to ask what was the relationship between me and my superior so he dared to propose to me. I was confused what to answer, because my relationship with Mr. Erik was only limited to Boss and Employees. If we were close but there was no feeling for me.

Instead of giving me time to think that Oma Maryam was opening the door by saying that I was old enough to get married and leave it all to me. Though I hope that Oma rejects the proposal of Mr. Erik who has aged four heads. Yes, although Mr. Erik still looks cool with his age, but I also do not want to be a material for my colleagues in the company. I could die slowly by enduring the shame because it will later become a material led office colleagues. What else I often prank Mr. Erik with behavioral ideas. What would the world say if the person I used to joke with became my husband.

When Brother Laras came out of my room I immediately locked the door and packed my things and some clothes. I felt like I was getting married that day. My hands and feet were cold, my body was trembling.

What if Oma and Kak Laras accept the proposal?

All I know is if anyone's applying, then that person will get married. That's why I intend to run away.

I went out my window and found an ojek to take me to the airport. My goal is to go to C city where Oma Maryam's son lives there. Although I have never set foot in that city, I can at least contact Aunt Yani and beg to keep my whereabouts a secret. In addition to Mama Kak Laras, Aunt Yani is also one of the families who care about me, even though we only connect by phone. But he always encouraged me and his advice I always remembered.

I was actually afraid of the name of getting on a plane. But I'm even more afraid of being married to Mr. Erik. Finally I ventured to get on the plane because only by flight could I reach my destination city as soon as possible.

On the plane I was incessantly kamit reading all sorts of verses that I memorized. This was my first flight that would probably sound ridiculous if anyone else knew. That's why I can cover my nervousness as much as possible to look mediocre. I finally went back to praying in my heart until the plane I was on took off in my destination city.

Arriving in the city I immediately looked for the nearest inn. Because I've never asked for the address of Aunt Yani's house either. All I know is that he lives in that city.

After getting the inn I immediately rested to take off a moment of my fatigue and fatigue. I also want to normalize the rhythm of my heart after the plane earlier.

Then I went to the bathroom to refresh myself. After that I tried to call Aunt Yani's number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, does Aunt Yani exist?" I asked because the one who received my call turned out to be a boy. Maybe his son Aunty Yani because I heard he had two children, one boy who was still Junior High and a girl who is now sitting in High School.

There was no answer but I heard the boy was calling his mother.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Aunt. How are you?" My toot.

"Alhamdulillah, good aunt. Anita how's it going? I haven't called Aunt in a long time, must be busy, huh?"

"Hehe, I'm a Aunt. I happen to have a job in this city again, but I don't know Aunt's home address so I'm just looking for lodging" I lied.

"Oh, so you're in this town too? Udah, here kasi know your lodging address, later let Om Muklis pick you up."

"But don't tell Oma and Kak Laras that I'm in town. Because they didn't agree to me accepting a job out of town. Let's talk to them after we get back from here." My hands and feet again felt cold because they remembered Mr. Erik's proposal.

"Oh, yes. Take it easy, Auntie can keep my mouth shut, all right."

I cheered in my heart. "Safe, safe...."

That night Om Muklis picked me up at the hotel where I was staying. Om Muklis is the husband of Aunt Yani. What I heard, they used to get married because they were in a match. But until now their households are durable. Why Mama and Papa who were married on the basis of love only lasted a few years. Even before the divorce happened, they fought almost every day.

Moments ago Om Muklis stopped his car in front of a whitewashed house with a large yard. It seems like Aunt Yani is also a flower lover. You can see many types of flower plants there.

"Let's go in," asked Om Muklis. I followed behind Om Muklis into the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam..," welcome Aunt Yani who has been waiting for our arrival.

"Good night, Auntie," said I.

"Waahh, this is Anita. You look a lot like your Mama" said Aunt Yani, watching me from top to bottom. "But Anita is much prettier for sure" added Aunt Yani. I just smiled even though my smile was very heavy because Aunt Yani reminded me of Mama who is now out of nowhere.

"Hello, Brother." Sapa a girl I believe she is the first child of Aunt Yani.

"Sister Anita, right?" Ask me.

"Oh, yes. Ye...

"Call Nisa, sister."

"Ok, Nisa."

"Oiya, this is Aunt's second-in-command, her name is Andra." While introducing a boy who was sitting leaning on the sofa. I smiled at him even though the boy looked so cute.

"Oiya, Auntie was cooking, we ate first, huh?" Aunt Yani took my hand to the dining table.

"Tante doesn't know what you like. But I hope you like what Auntie cooks." Aunt Yani took a plate for me that already contained rice and side dishes in it. I gulped roughly my saliva when I saw the portion inside that plate.

"Don't be surprised, Mama has always been like that. Mama has a rule that requires her guests to be full while at home" whispered Nisa who was sitting next to me.

"But it doesn't have to spend this much rice and side dishes either.'' I'm ingrained.

Because I felt bad I finally tried to eat everything on my plate even though I finally gave up before I could spend it all.

...**Tbc...

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