I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law

Part 12's

"There's a new neighbor, just moved yesterday ya Neng." Ask the vegetable merchant with a smile.

"Yes, sir." I answered while sorting out which vegetables I would buy.

"Don't call me Mr. Neng, mamang's nose can be cracked." Candanya.

"Mang Asep! There's no chicken!" Ask the mother who had a soft body approaching us both because there was only me and mamang greens.

"There's Ceu Entin. How many tails," said Asep mang.

"Two."

"Okeh." Mang Asep held his thumbs up.

After a close whose name is Ceu Entin looks at me from head to toe, from foot to head of hair his gaze makes it uncomfortable to look like that.

"Is there something strange about me, ma'am?" I asked her.

"The young man named Rina, Mas's handsome wife?" Ask with a big smile.

Whats! What did he say! Mas tile? Just be careful if you fuck with me.

I nodded with a smile.

"Do you know my husband?"

"Obviously dong Neng, right, mas Farhan likes to buy my vegetables!" Asep mang's mouth is steady.

"Ih. Mang Asep mah, like nyamber like a stove to soften." Timpal Ceu Entin throttled his lips because what I asked him was not Asep's mang.

Now that I'm confused, why do they know Farhan mas? And. Why did Farhan buy all the Asep mang vegetables. What's with all this.

"sorry. Did Ceu Entin know my husband? And, why would my husband buy all the Asep mang vegetables?" I ask nervous there is a sense that sneaks in the heart, why did Farhan never tell me about everything why should he lie, or maybe he...? Uh. My heart wants to scream as loud as possible.

Ceu Entin nudged Asep's mang arm and looked at me full of question marks.

"Miss. No papa? Mas Farhan's wife Neng."

Again I just nodded. Lemas lunglai is already this body. My mind is afraid to travel everywhere whether Mas Farhan shares love with other women.

"Yes? I haven't bought it yet, I want to go to work. Kasian Rifa was left alone at home." Farhan's voice surprised me.

"I-iya, uh, what Mas." Answer's clumsy.

"Mas, get to work. Scrap on the shopping." Again with a smile.

"Eh. There's Ceu Entin too." He answered nervously, adding to my growing suspicion.

"Lho. How handsome, his face is so pale, sick?" Ask Ceu Entin.

Mas Farhan looked at me and then looked at Asep and Ceu Entin alternately what was with them? Uh. It feels like I want to go berserk and destroy all Asep mang trading, my hands are itching to smite.

"Mas. I have a child with Rina. Who's onoh, how many months pregnant? Having two wives at all, must be a happy Farhan mas."

Deg.

What the fuck. These. Early in the morning, we talked about polygamy. Maddened. Make mood angry.

Anjirr! I thought her heart was for me only one was divided. Be ill. Be ill. It's been a pain to be watered with salt water and squeezed orange juice anyway, it hurts, it hurts, it's what I feel right now.

Mas Farhan was getting agitated and misbehaved.

"Mas Farhan, what the science anyway, mamang also want to add again, but certainly get along like Neng Rina with Neng Nisa." Closing her mouth.

What, that woman's name is Nisa? She pregnant? It's only fitting that Farhan did not have a problem about momongan with me it turns out he already has a perfect wife. I could not feel both corners of my eyes condensing.

"I don't buy vegetables. I was suddenly full." His voice was flat without staring at those who were still sculpting.

"Mang Asep, Ceu Entin, I went after my wife first."

Mang Asep and Ceu Entin nodded.

Farhan chased Rina home because of the close distance.

"Dear, don't listen to them. It's a misunderstanding." His eagle with breath gasping to run away like a house away, only ten steps from the house to the vegetable maker.

"Oh. So then? Misunderstand it?" My answer was as flat as possible even though this heart was hot hearing the word 'misunderstand' wanting me to lay my death fist on his innocent face. But fearing sin how is he still my husband's lawful and not necessarily true is possible. It's a misunderstanding. Hope so.

"Who do you often buy Asep mang vegetables for? Who is this woman named Nisa? And whose child is pregnant?" I gave him a series of questions that made him confused to answer which one he used to be.

"I-it,"

Oeek.

"Lho, is your son awake? Wh why? No noise?" I asked and answered him myself to the baby who was not necessarily her answer.

I carry and I kiss his forehead does not feel my tears break out of the lane without me telling, if the police sir is near me then I will have the police officer to call these tears. I quickly shrunk so that Farhan did not see these tears.

"Rin?" Mas Farhan approached and hugged me tightly feeling warm his breath in the bend of my neck.

"Don't let go Mas, like this, Mas is more pleased with you as you are. Pleas. Don't change."

I turned around and looked at him with a casual look.

"Who changed Mas, I'm still the old Rina, unchanged from my body everything is still original nothing I change. Even my womb is all intact. And one more. I don't like being lied to! I'd rather not be given THR than be lied to not be considered to exist."

Mas Farhan was silent. I glanced at him, just smiling wryly. But not as wry as my heart.

Rifa who was in need of me kept crying, probably knowing if both parents were in a fuss.

"Dad's son don't cry, mother's father." At the stroke of Rifa's head was affectionate.

"Yes. Son, especially all this time mother in kibulli. Good eating kebeli rice." My smile is on Rifa. Rifa also returned a smile there is a sense of peace when near Rifa.

Rifa to me is like an angel of soothing hearts invigorating a soul that is almost withered and daily watered by lies.

"Mas, it's almost eight o'clock, you have to work to support two families. If you are lazy to work, what would your two wives eat? Of love? Life needs money, it doesn't need love. Love is not so." My judes by passing left Farhan's mas in the room.

"My family is just you and Rifa nothing else." Denying that Farhan did not accept my accusation.

Lah, why angry! The one who should be angry is I'm not him. Really funny. It's been caught grinding again, like a bajaj.

"There's." My protest.

"Who!" Mas Farhan raised his voice.

WAW. Her voice was so beautiful that it broke through my eardrum.

"Your mother, and that woman."

"Rin. You don't go we have to straighten out this misunderstanding. I beg you." Mas Farhan turned his call from mas to me, if again angry mah like khilaf.

My steps came to a halt as Farhan's scream tickled my ears, making it itchy!

"Mas, what to straighten? Didn't Mas himself who had turned the straight road so crooked, so don't like to bend the heart." I don't care if Farhan's mad about what he likes.

I came out with Rifa.

"Honey, it's time for sunbathing" I shouted with a smile.

"Miss." Call mang Asep.

I scratched my forehead why they were still here, keppo what the hell. More my heart.

"I'm sorry we are, Neng, not what we meant for-"

"Grandfather, his mother did not travel peddling merchandise and Ceu Entin also did not cook for the husband's child. Kasian you know the chicken is cold to be shrouded in the same fog of flour." I do not forget about the smile, the smile is worship.

"Eh, yes Neng, then we say yes Neng." Both are compact.

I just nodded.

Uh. It was once a breath of free air after the two people left.

Rifa smiled as she squirms her two hands.

"Look yes, only ten minutes we sunbathe, already we go in and drink milk," I said by playing his cute fingers.

Hopefully I can get pregnant quickly, I don't want to lose to his new wife Mas Farhan, whether I'm not beautiful in his eyes, or because I'm not pregnant too, too, whether it can be used as an excuse while out there many people who enjoy their lives without children. It is fitting that I take to the doctor Mas Farhan always refused it turns out he already has a wife who is more perfect than me, again and again these tears are freefall.

"Don't crybaby dong, you'll have mewek time, I must be strong and strong." Say it in the heart.

I don't know how long Rifa and I sunbathe until Farhan comes to protect us.

"Kok, not hot, cloudy what," I asked Rifa in the position I looked down at her cute face Rifa there was no boss staring at Rifa like a magnet that pulled me to focus on Rifa.

I raised my head up. It was my husband who was watching us.

"We go in, Rifa's eyes are hot," he said with a sweet smile not usually he smiles as beautiful as this, what my eyes are nearsighted times yes, because of the late sun.

Ih. If I don't touch my lips already broom, huh, upset, his lips always mocking me with his cute smile, hadeehhh suddenly haredang gaes.

Ck. Ogah really, right, his lips must have been on the same broom as Nisa, ihhhh. So kepingin nampol lips mas Farhan.

Sweep what fist, argh! Galau! If not swept away if swept jijay.