Flavour Bias

Feel Guilty

After a long walk and I think he was also very tired, we finally saw a light, maybe we have reached the settlement. Wherever it was most important we could get out of the woods.

“Alhamdulillah,” exclamation us together.

“I want to go down,” I said self-conscious. He's only healed and maybe he'll get sick again after this. But he didn't hear me.

Today I feel like a dream. The last few days I have been doomed to my own fate, but it turns out I can't handle my choices. Isn't going to the river and swimming there an option? Until finally someone came to disturb me, harass me and almost harass me. If only–

“If I hadn't come,” said the man in silence.

Heart's sniffing. It was as if he was walking down my mind path.

“Maybe you come home name.”

I let out a breath. “I'm thirsty,” I complained.

He stopped, then asked me to come down and I sat by the side of the road with elongated legs. Then I heard a call coming in on his phone. He immediately answered the call.

“Udah in T-junction. Can you ask Mas Sugeng to pick you up here, right? Use motor only, foot Marissa sprain.”

A few seconds later he disconnected the call and put the phone in his pants pocket. Then he looked at me. “Wait here.”

I looked the other way without answering. I should have learned a lesson from every incident. Today for the second time I almost lost my life. Luckily God still gave me a chance to fix everything, before it was too late.

Iyash returned and gave me a bottle of water. I look up at him. “I'm sorry,” I said while taking a mineral bottle from his hand.

“Finally.” The man then sat next to me. “You are aware too with your mistake.” He opened his own bottle, then drank.

I also immediately wet my throat.

“Tomorrow you go there again, all of you do not wear clothes.”

I almost choked on hearing her scolding.

“You think I want to?” I got up and stood in front of him. However, my body staggered and almost fell, but I was finally able to control my own body.

“You want, who knows if you've met another kayak.”

“What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“What kind of light, hm?” He's standing in front of me. “You think, women who go without the husband's permission are what kind of women?”

I hated his screams, even some passersby stopped and stared at us.

“You are calm, I will cancel everything before this marriage is registered in KUA.”

“Hah?” his lips. “You think you can?”

I was silent for a moment not understanding.

“Women married in series, will not be able to sue anything before this marriage is registered in KUA, except–”

“Then my talaq,” cut me.

He looked at me for a few seconds. “I will never do it,” said the man in a quieter voice while turning his gaze in another direction.

“Because you're scared? Afraid that your parents will split?” my guess. And I am reluctant to mention his name again, if I have to I will no longer call him “Kak”.

I saw his chest go up and down.

“If Om Hasa is unhappy, why be forced? her happiness may not be with your mother. Why would he want to unite his true love? Is that wrong?”

Suddenly his hand floated up and almost landed on my cheek. I can only be strong, without being able to dodge. However, no. When I opened my eyes I saw him holding his own hand and dropping it to the side.

“Love can't be forced, I'm sure you know it.”

But that man did not respond to me. He stopped the bike that was going to pass us. The motor quickly turned around and stopped in front of me.

“Bring him home.”

“Den Iyash how?”

It was Mr. Sugeng.

I'm sculpting. Especially when he retreated away from the motorcycle Mr. Sugeng.

“Come, Mbak.”

I limped, then got on Mr. Sugeng's bike. A moment later we were gone. I looked back and saw the man standing by the roadside, raising his face to the sky. I felt so guilty about what I said about her parents.

Mr. Sugeng said that Iyash's orders could not be refused. Once he ruled no one dared to argue.

I was pensive to hear his words. “What if he says, he'll walk from there to the house, will you guys justin it?” my many.

“Yes, how to do, Non. He has not even cared about his own life since Non Aruna died.”

Instantly I was stunned.

“Who, Sir?” I'm not not not listening, I just want Mr. Sugeng to repeat it again.

“Ngak, Non.”

Heart's sniffing.

“Pak, did his girlfriend Kak Iyash used to live here?” many doubt.

“Iya, Non. One SMA equals Den Iyash.”

“Oh, what was his name?” I'm still curious.

“It's arrived, Non.” Mr. Sugeng stopped in front of Grandma's house. And he didn't answer my question.

I got off the bike immediately. At Grandma's doorstep. “From anywhere? Make people worry?”

“Sorry, Grandma.”

“Where is it?”

“Still on the road.”

“Sugeng, you pick him up,” Grandma said.

Sugeng quickly went with his bike. Grandma looked back at me. “You were–” Then Grandma clucked in annoyance. “Bad habits before you get married, you should throw them away. Poor Iyash.”

I can only bow. I know it was my fault.

“Now you take a shower. Dirty so.”

I'm nodding. Then enter through Grandma who had been standing at the door.

“Cha, your feet why?”

I'm shaking. “Nothing, Grandma.” I kept walking and went inside the room, then took a towel and went to take a shower.

Not long after I had just turned off the water tap, I heard the sound of the door of the room that had just opened. I thought maybe Iyash's sister had come home. I forgot to bring a change of clothes to get dressed in the bathroom like I often do.

“Quick,” said the man while tapping.

My heart was shocked. I immediately wrapped my body in a towel. Then stand in front of the door. “Can you come out for a minute? I forgot to bring a change of clothes,” I said fine. I didn't even mean to touch her at all.

“PD really, who wants to peek?”

I was offended by his words. I quickly opened the door, even though it was wrapped in a towel. He went straight into the bathroom without looking at me. I think he wants to prove his point.

After getting dressed, I sat on the bed with elongated legs. I poured eucalyptus oil on my sick leg. Suddenly I saw her coming out of the bathroom wearing a towel from her waist down. He went to the front of the closet and looked for his clothes. Rather than looking at it, I would rather pay attention to myself.

Not long after I heard, someone knocked on the door. Iyash's sister was seen in a hurry wearing a t-shirt, but still wearing a towel. Then go open the door.

“This is dinner, Den. Ndoro Putri asked Lastri to take him here.”

“Iya, thanks.” Brother Iyash brought a tray and put it on the table. While the door is closed. He then went and continued to dress in the bathroom. When he finished he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Eat,” he said while offering a plate of rice that has been stacked side dishes in the form of fried fish and red bean vegetables.

I was relieved because even though we were always fighting, but at least he didn't silence me.