Hold on or let go!

The Eps 94

"When do you come hubby?", asked Silvy who was surprised when he opened his eyes, Alby was already neat with his clothes.

"Evening!", said Alby briefly.

"Kok you don't wake me up anyway baby?", Silvy moved from his bed to approach the husband who was combing in front of the mirror.

Alby didn't know anything. Silvy was struggling spoiled while hugging Alby from behind.

"Darling, our son misses. She wants to be rubbed!", Silvy grabs Alby's hand to touch her stomach. But before the hand landed on Silvy's stomach, Alby pulled it first.

"I want to work!" said Alby.

"By!", Silvy pulls Alby's hand.

"You may not love me, but when you have the same blood of your own flesh?"

Alby flinching. Now, Silvy is standing in front of Alby. He pulled Alby's hand back to touch his flat stomach.

Alby's heart was beating erratically. Not because he held back his lust, but..if Silvy just wanted to be touched by his stomach, is Bia the same? His guilt is deepening. He was determined to separate from Silvy. Whatever the risk is later.

"By!", Silvy slid his hand against Alby's neck. Alby himself wanted to avoid, but Silvy was more closely appealed earlier.

"I miss you too, baby!", she whispered into Alby's ear.

Slowly, Alby pushed Silvy. Honestly, he doesn't like violence.

"But I don't!", said Alby firmly though in a voice that wasn't too loud.

"When do you want to open your heart to me, baby?", Silvy's voice was so spoiled.

''Vy, sorry! I can't!"

Silvy stared at Alby's black bead.

"Why? Do I have to be like Bia? Hijab?", asked Silvy. Alby shaking.

"Berhijab is a duty of women. Not a partying event. Even if you try like Bia, you are still you. And I'm sorry, I don't think I can continue this toxic relationship."

"What do you mean? You want to divorce me? That?", asked Silvy riled up.

"Yes!", said Alby briefly.

"No! I don't want to!", said Silvy.

"But I will never be able to love you Silvy! I don't want to hurt my wife anymore!"

"I'm also your wife By!", cried Silvy.

"When you want to be like this, you can have me here. But my heart only goes to Bia! Yeah, I'm evil. I can't be fair to you guys."

Alby took his foot to the door.

"All right! Do whatever you want. That means you will never see me and our child!", cried Silvy. He limped over to the table to pick up the knife in the fruit basket. Ever since she was pregnant, she had indeed preferred snacking on fruit.

"This is what you want? You want me and your son dead! Let you be free with Bia?", shouted Silvy loudly with a knife in his hand ready to cut the pulse of his left hand.

Alby, who had been holding the doorknob, finally turned back. His eyes widened to see Silvy who would do recklessly to end his life.

Alby approached Silvy and tried to take the knife out of his wife's hand.

"Release Vy! you don't have to mess around!", said alby still trying to snatch the knife.

"Why? What do you care By? I live or die you'll still leave me."

"But not in this way! You're crazy!"

Fighting each other with knives is inevitable. The knife accidentally landed in the stomach....

"Ohhhhh.....!"

Blood flows from that body.

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Pranks.....

The glass in my hand suddenly fell.

"Astaghfiullah!"

Lek Dar who was cutting vegetables approached me.

"Why nduk?", asked Lek Dar.

"Ga papa lek. Kayane got my hand in oil, so slick hold the glass."

"Oh.yes wes."

I helped Lek Dar fry a banana. Lek Sarman had also been sitting casually at the dining table. After yesterday's events, Lek Sarman has not discussed alby anymore. Moreover, Lek Sarman knows that my mother and I have made peace.

I just picked up one fritters, my phone on top of the fridge rang.

"Call nduk!", said Lek Sarman.

"Yes lek!"

"Udah is staying. Lek continued!", said lek Dar. I left the stove and headed for the refrigerator.

I saw the misscalled from Sakti. Because I think if anything matters, Sakti will get back to me.

Sure enough, after a few seconds Sakti again contacted me.

[Assalamualaikum mas Sakti?]

[Ofracialsalam, Bi. Where are you?]

[Eum.still in kampung mas. Why?]

[Home? I'm going home here mas.]

[I mean, you go to Jakarta Bi. Alby needs you again!]

I rubbed my temples. Why interfere in my household affairs anyway?

[Bus.].

[Alby at Bi hospital. Alby's got a stab wound]

[Innalilahi, how can you? And ..and mas Sakti knows where?]

[Bi, I work at a hospital near Mr. Hartama's house.]

I shut my mouth.

[Astaghfirullah! But..how is Alby doing now?]

[It just so happens that it's not me. But I saw Mr. Hartama as the driver who brought Alby here!]

[Oh God!]

Lek Sarman and lek Dar came to me.

[You can come, right Bi? I'm sure, Alby needs you!]

[Yes!]

[Yes, be careful!]

[Yes mas. Assalamualaikum]

[Guardiansalam]

I put my phone down again.

"What's up?"

"Alby's in lek's hospital."

"That's it, most mode!", said lek Sarman.

"Mas!", Lek Dar took her husband's hand. I understand if Lek Sarman thinks like that.

"Who called you just?", asked Lek Dar.

"yes, can be a man who is Tama what Alby!", said Sarman. His wife ha ni ya shook her head.

"Mas Sakti Lek's. I mean Bia, Dr. Sakti. Bia's friend."

"He who checked Alby?", asked Lek Sarman.

"Not lek. But he saw Mr. Hartama the same way that Sapto drove Alby to the ER."

Lek Sarman is silent. But lek Dar patted me on the shoulder.

"Turn back to Jakarta there, your husband needs you!" said Lek Dar.

"Mom!", cried Lek Sarman.

"Mas, Bia's Alby's wife. It's her duty to take care of Alby. Don't try to ban Bia."

"But Alby also has a wife there! Why doesn't he just take care of Alby!", said Sarman ketus.

I let out a breath. Lek Sarman is right, but Lek Dar is wrong too.

"Alby's wife, has limitations for Lek's walking. He c***, difficulty walking Lek. He's been in an accident, so his legs are a little lacking."

Sarman rubbed his temple. I don't know what's on his mind.

"Lek, can Bia find Alby?", I asked.

"You want to talk to Alby?" asked Sarman.

"What is mas referring to? They are not divorced yet! Don't be weird! You are ready! Later you will take it to the station. From Surabaya, you can take a plane to go faster to Jakartanya."

I nodded, hugging Lek Dar.

"Yes lek! Thanks!", I said.

"Lek, lek permitin Bia to Jakarta again right?", I asked Lek Sarman after I let go of my embrace with lek Dar.

"Yes. Whatever your decision, Lek will support it. As long as you are happy Nduk!", lek Sarman rubbed my head. I immediately rushed into his arms.

"Thank you lek! Thanks!"

"Yes, Yo wes there get ready!"

I also nodded. Prepare to go to town again.

"Lek, stop by mom first huh. Bia want to say goodbye!", I said. Lek Sarman looked at me for a while then nodded.

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I'm at the station, I don't carry heavy things. Only one bag of biscuits and food that Lek Dar prepared.

I sat by the window and put down my food bag.

"Hi, shall we meet again? Is this the one in the soul mate's name?", asked the person sitting next to me.

"You again?", I asked. And that rancid face of hers nodded while smiling at me.

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Wes...patience....