HE'S MY HUSBAND TOO
Chapter 2 IF TIME COULD BE TURNED
"I'm a jerk?" The woman moved her lips slowly. His tongue felt like it was swearing at the husband's treatment just now.
If she's a jerk, why did she look for her husband's whereabouts for years? Why did he go all the way from the village and migrate to this city?
The woman pinched his arm many times. Yeah, it hurts. This is not a dream, but a bitter reality.
Five years he waited, not a minute. She remained patient while waiting for news from her husband. How hopeful he is so that he continues to grow and one day he can regroup with his husband in a better condition. Galang graduated from college, worked and picked them up, he and his daughter to live together again.
That hope that was now crashing suddenly when he heard this news directly from the mouth of a Primary Galang!
The woman was still curled up in the grass.brushing her tear-soaked face. His eyes looked at the pusar of the husband passing from before him.
"Oh my God, why am I being met with him in this way?"
Laras got up and with a limp step he returned home.
*****
The conversation was accompanied by laughter that he heard accidentally in the living room, still ringing his ears.
Laras tried to strengthen the heart even with a trembling body. He does not want others to know the special relationship that ever happened and is now still intertwined between himself and his future employer's daughter-in-law.
"Good, Baras! You why?" The barrel immediately smothered bi Minah's mouth.
"Gst .... I'm okay, Bi. Just a flickering."
"But your skirt is dirty" she argued. The woman of about fifty years of age observed the appearance of Laras.
"It's okay, Bi. Just fell while sweeping the yard."
"Release to the room first yes, make a change of clothes." The woman passed to her room. The corner of his eye caught the shadow of Bi Minah who looked suspicious of his movements.
Yes, anyone would be suspicious. He had just come from outside the house in dirty clothes, plus his swollen face, crying. Fix, of course, not just an ordinary fall, right?
The barrel entered a simple room located at the back of the mansion. The room was not how wide, only measuring 3 x 3 meters. It was just a bed and a closet.
The woman took off her dirty clothes and then stepped into the mirror. Just by wearing underwear, he saw the shadow of his own body.
Well-favoured.
He admired the beauty of his own body. There is nothing wrong with the physical. Whoever the man who saw it, will certainly be tempted by the curves of the body like the model, even though everyday wrapped in simple clothes like a housekeeper.
Laras did not understand why Galang could leave and decide to marry another woman?
When it comes to beauty, she is no less beautiful, even though the beauty she has is only rural beauty. Is it because of treasure?
Yeah, it might be. Especially considering that his young lady is the daughter of a wealthy businessman, Mr. Naufal Chandra Wibowo, the owner of a well-known media company in the country, CNI Group.
*****
While from outside the room, the busyness is very felt. People who come in alternately. They have their own duties. Nadine's marriage contract with Galang is planned to be held in this mansion, while the reception will take place in a hall in a five-star hotel.
Baras did not care about all the frenzy outside his room. He still continued to weep lamenting his poor fate. Suppose she knew that it would be like this, it would be better not to go anywhere, it was better that she did not know the true facts and what happened with her husband.
If time could be turned, it was better that he never marry and obey the will that he considered ridiculous. Why did Galang marry her, if after a month he left with the seeds in her womb? Ah, Laras' head suddenly dizzy.
"Clearned!" yelled bi Minah restrained when opening the room door.
"You why Laras? Why crying?" The old woman approached.
"It's okay, Auntie, just a little dizzy. I'm sorry, Laras can't help Auntie's work."
"It's okay, just rest first" said Bi Minah. "Later after those people leave, you go back to work and clean up the whole house."
Yes, the task of Laras in this house is to clean the entire house and make sure all the furniture that adorns the big house like this palace is kept clean and orderly.
"Yes, Bi. Laras really wants to rest for a while." Barrel closed his eyes for a moment.
The old hand was outstretched and stuck to Laras' forehead.
"Your heart is warm, Baras. All right, I'll get you some medicine. You just lie down first." The old head shook with concern.
The kind-hearted old woman immediately left the room, after closing the door tightly. Laras sighed. He tried to close his eyes.
While outside his room, a frenzied voice grew more and more pronounced. People from wedding organizers are busy decorating the room where the wedding ceremony takes place. No less activity also occurs in the kitchen. The servants were busy cooking to be served to those people.
The sound of things being placed. Laughter and the story of the king's daughter falling in love with an ordinary man, decorate the conversation between the people. His voice was getting louder in Laras' ear.
His tired physique and heart made the young woman so easily sink into dreamland.
*****
Meanwhile, unnoticed by anyone in the mansion like this palace, a pair of eyes noticed the movements of Laras who stepped limped towards the kitchen and finally entered into the room.
A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle was not willing to lose the slightest capture that appeared before his eyes. A woman he had left five years ago and finally reunited today.
The man walked back and forth, occasionally talking to people who were preparing for his wedding.
He kept walking down every hallway in the house and stopped in the kitchen. The man approached Bi Minah who looked to be making a cup of tea.
"What did you do, Bi?" suddenly rebuked Galang.
The old woman nodded. His eyes widened when he saw who was the figure standing right behind him.
"Den Galang?" Look at that old woman.
"Why come here?"
By: Jannah Zoe
