Dream Marriage: A Wife Worth Being Loved

Lima

Siti was already feeling calm after she finished reading some books. The first point she will try is to make her husband happy.

Siti looked at her face in front of the mirror, tidying up her appearance so as not to be seen after crying. He took a deep breath before starting his determination. He walked out of the room, to meet Adi. But what happens is that he runs into a housekeeper, Bi Inem. “Bi,” call Siti.

Inem smiled kindly to Siti. “Iya Non, can I help you?”

“See mas Adi?” ask Siti.

“Mr Adi is in his room,” replied Inem.

“Which room is Bi?” ask Siti curiously. There was a pain he felt when he found out they were not one room.

Bi Inem moved his hand towards Adi's room which was not far from them.

Siti nodded in understanding. “If Mas Adi likes what drinks, juice or milk or coffee?”

“Mr Adi likes cold mango juice,” Bi Inem replied.

“Bi, help siti prepare drinks for Mas Adi yes,” pinta Siti.

“Good Non,” replied Inem obediently. They went to the kitchen struggling to prepare juice and sandwiches that Siti deliberately made for her husband.

Siti carried a tray containing sandwiches and a glass of mango juice. Arriving at the door Adi Siti was troubled to knock on the door, but the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Siti stared at Adi's neat-looking appearance with her work clothes. Her face showed the best smile for her husband.

Adi's eyes stared at the tray that Siti was carrying.

Siti follows the direction of Adi's view looking towards the tray. “It's juice and sandwich for Mas Adi.”

Adi took the mango juice. Not for drinking, but deliberately spilled the juice to the floor with a slow movement.

After the juice runs out, Adi keeps the glass back on the tray. Then he took the sandwich that Siti made, and threw it right on the wet floor because of the mango juice. Adi's foot wrapped in black pantofel stepped on the Bread and walked away from Siti.

Siti's chest felt tight, there were tears that tried to hold her back so as not to get out of place.

Siti breathed her tired breath, she walked into the kitchen picking up supplies to clean the dirty floor.

Siti cleaned the dirty floor, but the swift steps of the approaching hells made Siti's head look. He saw a woman in a knee-length dress with no arms walking up to him. For the first time Siti saw the woman, at the wedding reception Siti felt she did not see the woman who was now standing in front of her with a satisfied smile.

“You deserve to be a household assistant only,” said the woman named Anggun, Adi's lover. Anggun's belittling smile shows Siti.

“Mbak this who?”

A graceful white hand moved extending its hand to shake hands with the wife of her lover.

Siti stared at the clumsy hand Anggun, her fingernails looked beautiful with the nail art in use. Siti shook hands with Grace.

“Include Siti, I am Graceful lover of your husband,” said Anggun with a smile on his lips without feeling guilty or even afraid.

Siti's body stiffened hearing Anggun's speech.

As if dissatisfied Anggun back up talk. “Even on your first night, your husband stayed at my apartment. We spent a wonderful time together in bed,” Anggun said with pride.

Siti's lips smiled towards Graceful. “Mbak should not tell me the sins you committed with my husband. Shame Ma'am, Allah has covered your disgrace but with ease Mbak umbar in front of me,” replied Siti.

Anggun's face seemed to hold back anger hearing Siti's reply. He did not expect that the ash plume from this village had great guts.

Anggun lentik fingers pull the hijab in Siti's wear, until the front is pulled back. “Heh hear ya damned village girl. Until whenever you can never take Adi's heart, don't be proud just because you have a wife. Adi will never love you, until anytime!”