I'm Home, Mom!

part 3

Rum?"

Cipto looked at his wife who was breastfeeding her son with a look of disbelief.

The face was haggard, pale and wet. However, the tiny baby looks comfortable in his mother's arms while breastfeeding so greedily.

Rumi just stared at her husband. Although he smiled, but sadness was evident in his shady eyes. It is so sad and like a mystery.

Cipto sat down and looked at the wonder of the wet footprints mixed with mud, where exactly is the woman? why is that so wet?

"You-you're okay, Rum? what happens until you get wet like this?" Cipto was unable to hide his curiosity, he asked as the distance got closer to Rumi-wife.

The woman immediately lowered her head. She hugged her little daughter. Cipto regretted asking, especially when he heard the soft sound of a sobbing sound from Rumiyati.

"Ma-sorry, Rum. I'm just worried about you, I don't think we're gonna be kete-,"

"Rumi must be home, Mas. One that Rumi pinta, don't ask Rumi where, don't ask Rumi what you're doing, don't look for Rumi if she's not home,"

"Mas must believe, Rumi did nothing bad, Rumi did not cheat and Rumi always kept the sanctity of our marriage,"

"What is it that you can do? as long as it doesn't break, Rumi will continue to go home and breastfeed Sasmita, Sasmita will never lose her mother, because Rumi will always be there for her,"

Cipto was stunned to hear Rumi's words just now, but the young man still agreed to his wife's request.

"Yes, Rum. I promise, but you change clothes first. Fear of catching a cold," said Cipto while stroking Rumi's shoulder affectionately.

Degh's!

He fell silent as his palms touched Rumi's icy skin.

Rumi looked at her husband's hand and directly moved her shoulder.

"Just take a break, Mas must be tired. Rumi changed clothes after Sasmita fell asleep. He just suckled, let him be full, after that Rumi will change clothes and diaper Sasmita," said Rumi with a soft look.

Cipto scanned his gaze towards Rumi. "Is it okay if you sleep? tomorrow Mas must accompany Mr. Douglas to see the spice garden next door. Pepper planted is threatened to fail because of pests," said Cipto. He sighed deeply, traumatized leaving Rumi at home, remembering that the beautiful woman had not seen the trunk of her nose all day.

"Yes, it's okay, Mom. Go sleep. Rumi still wants to play with Sasmita" he replied convincingly.

Cipto nodded. He then lay down next to Rumi who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

The man rolled and his hand touched his wife's thigh, making Rumi turn towards him.

"What else is it, Mom? What do you want?" seloroh Rumi who caught something in the eyes of her husband.

Cipto glanced at Rumi and shook his head. "Mas your twinkle home, Rum. Next time don't come out again, yeah. I don't want you to be made a colonizer's mistress. Mas could die if something happens to you, Rum. Love dies with you,"

Rumi bit her lips to hear her husband's words. If Cipto knew, he was one of the reasons he came home, although he would not tell the truth, what happened to him.

Rumi nodded while biting her lips. As much as possible to hold back her crying.  Touching her husband's forehead until he falls asleep.

"I'm sorry Rumi, Mas .. but Rumi promises to always go home."

***

When the woman in black dress came out of the room that Rumi occupied, the village woman then turned to look at the window.

His eyes scoured around, looking for a gap and a way to get out of that place later.

Not only Dutch soldiers were on guard, there were also indigenous men. Those who serve as lackeys work around the house, from cleaning to making foundations. I don't know what building to build there.

As Rumi's eyes circulated, there was somewhere that made her curious. The place turned its back on his room.

There was nothing strange at first, but as soon as he saw some soldiers around the place tidying up his pants while laughing out loud with his friend, Rumi immediately thought badly. He was sure that it was not a room to complete the wish, but to give up the desire.

Wh-tok-tok!

The sound of the door surprised Rumi. With her heart beating fast, Rumi turned around and found a middle-aged woman wearing a change of hair and hair in a bun stepping closer.

He looked sadly at Rumi. Rumi felt that there was something she wanted to say.

"Mmm, Nduk, you're called the Minister Antony. Mbok was told to be picked up," said the dark-skinned woman when their distance was only a few jengkal.

Rumi nodded slowly. His face turned tense. What does Menir want to talk to him about?

As Rumi was about to step up, the woman spoke again, "in the backyard of this house there is a secret door.  Tonight Mbok won't lock the kitchen door. Go while you have the chance, but remember! don't get caught by the guards, or you'll know the consequences." The woman spoke very softly, almost whispering.

Rumi immediately glanced at him. Eyes glazed. Happiness was immediately emanated from his face.

"Thank you, Mbok. One day Rumi will repay Mbok's kindness," promised Rumi.

The woman shook her head. "no need. I remember my son who was also forced to become a Nyai, until now I do not know the news. Whether he's dead or alive. Mbok hopes you make it out and get back to the family,"

Rumi reviewed the smile. That woman too. They went to the place where Menir Antony was waiting for him.

"This is the man, Captain Emmanuel," greeted Antony as Rumi arrived at the large room, where her captor was with the rest of the Dutch. It also appeared that the woman in black dress had talked to Rumi in the room.

The man beside the Menir Antonius stood up and stared in astonishment. Wearing an army uniform full of attributes with a firm and handsome stature and his hair is ash blonde, gray blonde which is a typical color of Caucasians, European society in general.

Although it looks charming and dashing, but Rumi is not interested at all. She shuddered at the thought of having to serve the wishes of another man besides her own husband.

To her, only her husband is the most handsome, responsible and affectionate man in the family.

Although the Captain had a high nose, as high as the old man's expectations, but still in his eyes the man looked ordinary, not pulling his heart.

"Erg mooi, Anthony. Erg slim heel. This is a beautiful man, ne. I liked. You guys will me for gold as payment, ne. Not money" said the man. He approached Rumi and looked at the woman from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair.

"Perfect," she made everyone laugh, but not Rumi. The girl just bowed, sad.

His pride was like being trampled on as Captain Emmanuel's hand began to touch his skin. He was unable to resist, because if he made a mistake, his life could be in danger.

"Save first, tomorrow I bring. I now have to attend a meeting with the higher-ups. The rebels began to dare, even the little tribute paid!" the Dutchman slurried to Antonius. Menir Antonius nodded happily. He then told the old woman to bring Rumi back into the room.

' Never will be! tonight I'm going back to my husband and son. I made sure of it!'

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