I Give My Husband to the Perakor

The Foreign Man

‘’Mba Nelda? Bengong? What are you worried about?’’ write something that makes me look back at the screen that was in the middle of the live broadcast.

‘’Ah Yes, ma’af guys. I think for today I'll get enough here first. I'll have a chat online with you guys sometime. There's a job I have to finish.’’

‘’Thank you very much for you guys who took the time to watch my live, healthy always yes and hopefully always in the protection of Allah. I say goodbye first, assalamua’alaikum,’’ said as I waved the screen to the camera and immediately ended the live on the application.

I slowly closed the laptop and let my flat object rest on the table. I hurried to step into the playroom of my little daughter. I sneaked towards the door that was opening.

‘’Good Adik Om can come here again. Om said Mama and Bibi are always busy,’’ sungutnya heard by me from outside.

‘’Iya, Dik. Ma’afkan Om yes. Sometimes busy at work. But there will be Mama and Bibi who will play with Adik.’’

‘’Ngak, Om. Brother wants to play with Om or play with Papa.’’

Makes me gasp at hearing my daughter's words just way. He just wants to play with Reno or his papa? Why is it so close to my son to that stranger? Was I in the hospital while he was visiting my house often to play with Naisya?

‘’Iya. It's already here. Let's play!’’

‘’Main mobile-mobile can be yes, Om?’’

‘’But Om so his car.’’

My eyes continued to look at Naisya and the stranger named Reno. He seemed to crawl and Naisya climbed on his back, slowly walking on all fours. It also managed to make my daughter laugh a little and so look happy she. Makes me squint my lips, smile thinly.

‘’Ya Allah. Alhamdulillahot. Mama can see you're this happy, son,’’ lirihku with a vibrating voice. The hand of someone holding my shoulder made me startle for a moment.

I turned,’’Aibi? Oh Allah, make me surprised,’’ lamented me who looked at a woman who was no stranger to me. He stood up while tracing my face and then chuckled softly.

‘’Lah, how shocked, Mom? That means that Mom was daydreaming. Let's daydream what?’’

‘’Don't Mom be moved to see Mas Reno huh? Come ngaku,’’ godanya that makes me shake quickly.

‘’Duh, the Aunt. It's just that I'm happy, Naisya can be that happy now. I'm so happy, Bi. Can see it as happy as that,’’ I said softly.

‘’Iya, Mom. Aunt understood and Aunt was very happy to see Naisya as happy as that.’’

‘’Makanya Aunty sent Mas Reno here. Yesterday Mom time at Naisya hospital often played with her, Bu.’’

‘’Yes Allah, my son's pantes can be that close to Reno. But, how before he never wanted to play with his father. Why is it even now that close to Reno?’’ I murmured in my heart and rubbed my face slowly.

‘’Abibi monitor occasionally Naisya later yes. Don't let strangers play together. Auntie understand I mean?’’

I hurried to leave the aunt who looked pensive. I don't know what he's thinking. I hurried to the room without waiting for a response from him. I closed the door and nodded at the bed.

‘’Eth why my heart did not feel good when a foreign man came to my house, even though I was still his wife Mas Deno. Anyway, I will take care of myself. Because I'm not that jerk of my husband.’’

Oh yes, I just remembered. I asked my aunt to make a poster. I hurried to look for the whereabouts of aunt in the kitchen. He looked engrossed in the kitchen while singing cheerfully. Makes me smile just looking at the aunt who sings cheerfully.

‘’Eh, Mom? Can Aunty help?’’

‘’This is Bi, the poster is ready? I suddenly thought,’’ I said with a smile.

‘’Aduh, ma’af Aunty forgot to tell Mom. I think it has been paired directly by the Mas deh, Bu.’’ He patted his forehead slowly, making me smile again.

‘’Nothing, Bi. We'll just check out yuk!’’ invite me then who was sharpened with a nod by aunt. We hurried out of the house to the locked gate.

‘’Eh, Aunty forgot to take the key. Will you, Ma?’’

I nodded and the aunt rushed over to the security post and grabbed the lock of the fence. He walked around and opened the lock of the fence.

‘’Nah, this is directly installed. Very gercep Masnya if said children today, Mom,’’ he said with enthusiasm who managed to make a smile rise back on my lips. I looked at the beautiful poster in front of the fence. It is written there

It takes the security of a private house with criteria:

First, men are at least 20 years old and maximum 45 years old.

Second, responsibility and discipline.

Third, stay here.

Fourth, have a loud voice.

And if interested call Wattsapp number of the owner of the house, 083182957613.

By sending photos and cover letters, send them to the number listed.

I laughed again reading the criteria or requirements that number four.

‘’Bi, This aunt is very funny. Try Aunty read number four,’’ I said menoel aunty Sum's arm.

‘’Iya, Bi. But not so, right?’’

‘’Trus how are you, Mom? We remake the poster?’’

‘’No need, Bi. This is good. That one made me laugh. But nothing at all.’’

‘’Kalo remade is also okay, Mom. Let Auntie meet again the handsome Mas next door,’’ pointed it which leads to a cafe not far from my house. I shook my head immediately.

‘’No need, Bi. This is yes. It is not good to keep on. Later it was even considered the same person if Bibi repeated there looking for the handsome Mas,’’ my god intentionally.

‘’Ah, the Mother. It's okay if for Mother's sake mah anything Aunt will do,’’ her mouth that makes me chuckle softly.

‘’Aibi can aja.’’ I pinched his arm until he frowned to hold the pain. She was flirting at all with aunt.

‘’Bi, later if Naisya wants to take a nap. Aunt take it to the room. Don't let Reno follow too,’’ I said later. Which was snapped with nods and smiles by the aunt.

‘’I think I want to rest first, Bi. Somehow my head suddenly dizzy,’’ added me while pinched the head that began to feel dizzy.

‘’Ya Allah, have you not taken your medicine yet?’’

I tried to think for a moment,’’Ah Yes. Oh, God hasn't, Bi. I forgot.’’

‘’Ma’af, Mom. My aunt forgot to remind me. If so you eat the medicine in the room or where? Let Aunty bring boiled water,’’ he said later.

‘’Nothing, Bi. Auntie is busy too. Take it to the room. And rice also yes, Bi,’’, I asked the woman I consider my family.

‘’Siap, Mom. Aunty fetch first yes.’’

I nodded with a nod. The auntie had rushed over. I went back to my bedroom. It's fitting that my head feels dizzy again, my medicine has not been consumed for this morning so lupanya me. Not long ago the middle-aged woman had brought me rice, medicine and a glass of water.

‘’Eat first yes, Mom. After that new break,’’ he said who rushed to put a tray containing rice and sambal on the nightstand.

‘’Iya, Bi. Thanks a lot yes.’’

‘’Sama-sama, Bu.’’

‘’Kalo gitu Aunty check first Naisya yes,’’ said later.

I nodded with a nod. It looked as if the aunt had stepped back outside, while I slowly stepped towards the nightstand. I forced myself to eat a little rice first. After that I continued to take the medicine. Ah, good thing the aunt brought a little snack for my nausea medication. I just let the old dinner plate lie on the nightstand. The head feels dizzy again. I heard a flat ringing, but where?

I spread my eyes across the room. However, I did not find his whereabouts. Ah, yes, did I put that thing in my workroom. I slowly stepped into the workroom. Sure enough, that flat object was on my desk. I hurried to grab her and took her to the bedroom. I stared at the screen of the sophisticated object that a lot of incoming messages.

‘’Happy day, Mom. Introduce me Budi. I would like to apply to be a security at my mother's house. About when can I drop off the file, Bu?’’ write a new number claiming Budi's name in the green application.

‘’Happy day too. Okay, Budi. You can come tomorrow morning bring all the requirements files that have been determined and I will send you my home address if you do not know,’’ reply then who rushed to send a reply message for the man who will apply to be my personal home security.

Not long after, enter some more messages.

‘’Assalamua’alaikum, Mom. Introduce me Dodo, I got my friend's Mother's number. She said there's a job opening, right? I need a lot of work as long as it is halal. Moreover, security, I have experience and have been a security in the artist's private home. Ma’af is not me arrogant or how, I just said the truth, Mom. Oh yeah, so when can I deliver the files, Mom? I hope that later can be selected as security at home Mother.’’

‘’Wa’alaikumussalam. Tomorrow morning please anterin to my house. You know the address?’’

‘’Tahu, Bu.’’

It amazes me. I feel a little weird about this guy named Dodo. Ah, or indeed because that man once passed in front of my house. Then he saw a job poster, so he called my number and who knows if he wrote my home address. Could be, right? Why do I feel weird, right? I shook my head and tried to shake off the bad prejudices present.

‘’Ya already, you anterin aja file requirements tomorrow morning yes,’’ reply me later.

‘’Reno?’’ I hurried to open the message.

‘’Assalamua’alaikum, New. You're home, right? How could I not see you? You're all right?’’

‘’Wa’alaikumussalam, I'm at home. I'm at work, Ren. Thank God, I'm fine.’’ Immediately I put on the contact I gave the name ‘’Reno’’. I put my phone back. That guy cares so much about me, I don't know what he means. I don't know, I don't know if he meant anything else. But I'll still be careful. Because it can't be a foreign man as good as that for a woman if there's no other meaning.

I lay down my body to rest. I don't know why my head feels dizzy today. Or because I'm late for the medication?

‘’Assalamua’alaikum, New. Mama's going home tomorrow. Papa Alhamdulillah has improved his condition. Let Papa stay with the Mother. Mama misses Mama's granddaughter. You're not busy tomorrow, are you?’’

‘’Most Mas Deno?’’

Seriate.

Thank you very much to Readers who still faithfully read my novel. Ma’af if Author often does not update because lately Author often drop, but Alhamdulillah now has improved. If you like this novel, please support it by like, vote, comment, and share. Okay, may you always be healthy and facilitated all his affairs.

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