I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

Gamelan

"If you want to go, you know."

Pukk

The car door was locked. Rara was shocked. Her husband opened the door next to her. Just to scold him.

"God... !"

Rara stroked her chest that was still pounding violently, out of fear and surprise.

"What's the difference is told not. Uncle doesn't care either." Rara said with her eyes closed, she was getting ready to be scolded. For daring to challenge her husband's words.

Eeh... Her husband did not respond to her words. He felt really talking about it, or just in his illusion. Koq is not considered.

Damnit....

Why the hell is this with Uncle Bimbom? Why has it changed so drastically. Actually I was wrong what the hell is he? We've been talking for more than five years. Even if there is a meeting at home. He must have been avoiding me. If you don't remember he used to be nice and love me. I wouldn't want to marry her either.

Rara went back to battle, she was really confused by Bimo's attitude towards her. Since five years ago, Bimo kept his distance from him. And Bimo works out of town more often. If there is an event at home. Bimo wouldn't want to get close to him. Even if Rara just wants to say hello. Then Bimo will just leave him.

Rara continued to monologue, staring at the occasional annoyed Bimo from the rearview mirror. Her husband was really silent. It is almost two hours from Medan. Only silence is created, plus the night is getting late. Finally Rara fell asleep in her frustration.

The car that Bimo was driving finally entered his plantation area. The security guard quickly opened the security guard post door. His driven car drove quickly on that smooth asphalt road. Even though his plantation is still small. But, the plantation order was very neat. Bimo's house is in the middle of the plantation. And about 100 meters from his house there are houses for his employees totaling five units. And some of his daily workers came from the village next door.

Bimo just kept yawning. He was tired of body, mind and heart. Because thinking about how his life will have an immoral wife like Rara. A pitch-black shadow was already in sight. He will no longer feel happiness in his life. It's a gamang, very gamang. What if Rara inherits all the evil traits from her mother. Imagining having a wife like that alone makes her nauseous. Yeah, Bimo doesn't like seductive women and flirtatious ones. It prefers calm, docile women pigeons. Because, Bimo likes women who are submissive and gentle, like Anin for example.

Bimo shut off the engine. The car is now parked in his garage. It evaporates for the umpteenth time. Stretch the muscles by moving to the right and left, until the sound of bone cracks is heard. Like the wind was already trapped in his body. He left tonight from Berastagi to Medan. Each time the journey takes 2 hours. He had been driving for four hours.

Bimo looked at the back seat. His wife made no sound at all. He also looked at the nanar Rara who was seen sleeping soundly hugging her own body. He was sure that Rara was cold. Because indeed the air in the city of Berastagi is very cold.

Bimo opens the car door next to Rara. He took Rara's luggage. His wife was carrying only a medium-sized suitcase.

Bimo closes the car door again, enters his house by dragging Rara's suitcase. Rara is still allowed to sleep in the car

TB

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