I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

LONG NIGHT

Like I said, I really can't close my eyes for a second. Cecilia was asleep in her hotel room. I remained myself unyielding looking for night activities that could eliminate my saturation through a long night.

The female voice on the stage of the cafe was heard softly and shahdu. His song was chanting because he was singing with heart.

I was immersed in her beautiful chants and took me flying around remembering everything from bitterness to happiness in my life.

Hp clock shows at 11 p.m. There was an incoming message from Ranti. He always saw me at night whenever I was outside. Although only say hello pleasantly asked my situation far from him. I was quite happy with his attention.

"Hey.... It turns out Batam is narrow!"

I'm appalled. Even more surprised to see a woman sitting right in front of me. Her face made me almost unfamiliar. Looks like the woman who sang on stage earlier.

"I'm Vika, mas! That one last afternoon helped time at the airport cafe!"

I watched silently. This woman was so different from last day. What because of the influence of make-up and style that now looks bold and sensual.

"Mas must have been illfeel to see me. Hehehe.., if I'm the cafe's employee tonight. Apart from being waitress, I am also a contract singer every Wednesday night and Sunday night. Well, this is how I am, mom! Which sometimes makes people misunderstand me including my husband. In fact, I actually want to help him in financial affairs because his efforts are always failing."

Vika kept on nyerocos even though I didn't question her at all.

Suddenly my phone rang. Ranti called me and I picked up. It turns out he made a video call. Look sweet face Ranti by holding our beautiful baby, namely Orange.

"Hi iyaang! Koq hasn't slept? Why iaaang!? Same with papa.... Aah muacht, papa also misses the same Orange. Papa's home tomorrow morning, baby!" I enthusiastically stared at the screen hape with a smile of happiness.

"Orange rather hot body, mas! So fussy this bobonya!... Yes, papa...Orange kangen papa. My mom is also missing!" I smiled at Ranti's shy temptation.

"There's still paracetamol khan, which? Help compress his forehead Orange. Tonight you must be alone. Invite bi Nur to sleep in our room to make your nemenin. Okay?"

"Yes who! You still out there? Not resting in the room?" ask Ranti.

"You know, yang! Gini every time I drink with the obos-obos. Make my insomnia recur. I had to wind here. I'll go back to the hotel!"

"Replace? Are you Ranti Mulia???.. Ranti....!!" I was surprised not to get upset when the woman who continued to speak suddenly stood behind me waving her hand to greet Ranti my wife.

I almost pushed him to remember he was a girl. But I was upset because of his disrespectful actions to join the conversation in my life.

Ranti was like thinking hard trying to recognize. I hope this obscure woman is just someone's fault, I'm upset. But she correctly mentioned my wife's full name.

"Vikaaaaa..... Vika khan?? Are you really Vika? Vika Amalia Salim's?" Ranti answered spontaneously with a loud voice. It almost shocked our son the middle orange in his lap.

"Yes, yesaa.. hahahaha your friend at BINA NUSANTARA High School from class 1 to class 3. Your best friend this super cool youuu!"

Hhh.... My sadness increases. It turns out that their relationship used to be a close friend. And Vika's getting sick of sabotaging my phone to chat with my wife.

"Vikaaa, koq can you be my husband?"

"Yes, Raan! Really unexpected meeting yaa.. long story, Ran!If you meet me, get caught up in this! Uh how can I ask for your number via your husband, huh?"

"Yes, can. Vik, I'm sorry Orange wants to mimi grandchildren, next time we connect yes our chat." Ranti ended her chat.

"Hpnya here. I'm going back to the hotel." I said. I am a person who is too spontaneous.

"Mas, can I have Ranti's phone number?" vika said intercept me for a moment.

I grabbed my wallet on the back of my jeans. Taking one sheet of Ranti's business card that I always carry several sheets mixed with my business card. Yeah like this, just in case it's needed.

I gave it to Vika without many words. Vika smiled in thanks. But I passed by not caring.

I just went into a hotel room, and suddenly my phone rang.

"Good night! With Dika Dewantara's brother? This is from Batam General Hospital. We contacted you because there's an ER patient named Miss Vika Amalia who needs a sibling presence immediately."

I'm confused myself. The vika? Girl earlier? The ER?...

Though a little doubtful, I also took this leg to the hospital. Hope that it's just a prankster's job. But why does that guy know my contact number. That's kind of confusing.

In the information room I immediately asked a patient named Vika Amalia. And it turns out that's true. The nurse asked me to take care of his administrative expenses so that the patient would be treated immediately.

With a heavy heart I give my ATM card to be used as collateral on behalf of Vika.

Hhhh....!!! I was unlucky to deal with that woman again. Especially what he did until he had to be in the hospital ER.

I made sure Vika was treated in the ER. I was surprised to see his condition. His face was bruised and his eyes were swollen. I was horrified to linger staring at Vika's face because it was like a very hard hit.

"Sorry, Dik! Again I trouble you." he said with tears made me turn my face away because I couldn't bear it.

"Who made you like this, Vika?"

"Who else would it be if it wasn't the angel-faced demon!" the answer was half-snaps. I just silently swallowed. I can tell, it must have been her husband's act.

"Immediately make a visa, you can report him to the Police. This is the KDRT."

"Mas!.... Can I ask you one more favor?" Vika's giving me a snort is upset but helpless.

"Take me and go to Jakarta, mas! I don't want to deal with the devil anymore!"

"Urus was all your business. Don't act rashly! It will make you misstep and more miserable. If you want to follow my advice, report him to the police. Ask for a divorce, then once it's settled, you can be free to do anything. Turn your life into a better person! If you just run away, you're still guilty even if he's more guilty of you!"

Vika cried bitterly with my hand. His hands were cold and trembling. I can imagine how scared and traumatized he was by his circumstances. He had just removed my finger that was soaked in sweat.

"I married siri to her. It is hard to ask for my rights. Maybe I'd better disappear from her life. We got married 3 years ago. But it turns out he's a demon, a con, a loser.. I'm so sorry I fell in love with her." Vika's story after her was rather calm.

I'm not flinching. Just listen to Vika's story. That he followed Aris to Batam who had absolutely no relatives or relatives to ask for help let alone protection. Aris's family also does not want to deal with Aris and all her problems including Vika who turns out to be Aris' third wife.

I sat leaning against the chair beside Vika's bed while I stared at the floor. The clock shows at 3 am. It was a long and exhausting day.

"Why do you know my contact number?"

"You gave me the wrong business card. It's not Ranti's business card but yours, Mas! I have no other choice. There's nothing I can ask for help. Even HP was taken. Good thing before the incident I had time to clear my valuable letters."

I smiled wryly. It's my fault too, not looking carefully at the name on the name card. Hhh....!! But even if Ranti's business card, surely I will also be made dizzy with his business because my wife Ranti will definitely contact me and beg to help her high school friend. Remembering the story of Vika who no longer knows who to ask for help to.

"Mas Dika's!... You really are my god of help!" vika said still with tears.

I put my index finger on my lips telling him to shut up and rest. It seemed like his face was getting swollen and badly bruised.

Vika obeyed my words. Trying to wipe his tears and close his eyes which now look creepy.

I'm actually iba. But it's upset that being dragged along with the problem that's not important to me at all. Moreover, it turns out she was my wife's best friend in High School.

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