Just a Bond

No. Just Thinking

"Oh, yes, Mas. That's Najwa's number What's the new number, huh? Mas Farhan didn't save Najwa's number?"

Emotions in the chest are growing. Pushing tears screaming to drip. Wanting to get angry, but .. ah, I was disappointed as well why Rifka should discuss the matter here. However, no. I was determined not to cry anymore. So I try not to let those tears drop.

I stared fixedly at my sister's face that still looked mediocre. Did he not realize that this action must have created a new problem? I don't think about Rifka this time. What do you want to try? Three of my beloved men are still here. He wants a third world war?

"Why is that, Han?"

My head bowed for a moment as Father's voice began to sound. These lips began to shake, and cold sweat began to wet every part of the body, especially the two hands that had been clenching. But I immediately raised it so as not to arouse suspicion again.

What am I supposed to do?

Dad's gaze grew more intimidating towards Mas Farhan. So did Mas Reza and Mas Gibran who even like the intention once waiting for my husband's answer.

Notwithstanding. Dad and everyone can't be suspicious.

Before Mas Farhan answered, I hurriedly answered Dad's question. "That, yesterday Najwa changed a new number, Dad. Najwa hasn't told Mas Farhan, so it's not stored." Rather than the problem will be complicated later, right.

For a moment, I looked at Mas Farhan, then gave the code to say my sentence just now.

"Why not tell Mas, anyway, Yang?"

I was grinning wide. "Sorry, Mas. Forgetfulness yesterday."

I hope this matter is resolved, and I'll follow it up immediately without any other family interference. I also began to be able to sigh in relief when Father, Mas Reza and Mas Gibran no longer discussed the matter. Because they then searched for a new topic of conversation.

"Deck, Deck. Forgetfulness continues," as Mas Reza later recalls, but I responded with just a smile.

I just want to get out of there. However, Rifka seemed to be intent once to tease me. He again let out the words that again managed to make my blood as if it were boiling.

"Feel the number of Najwa who called was still the old number, deh. Or am I the only one who sees it wrong?"

My blood pressure seems to keep rising. Anger and anger drain the heat of the swish to the crown. Intention to get up from the seat, I paled. I looked at him and stared hard.

Oh my God, if I don't remember her, my sister, I've watched her go all out while clawing her face. Does this thing he finds funny, so make it a joke? Don't think because it's been quiet since long ago, I can't do that kind of thing. He said, people who are quiet if disturbed and have been on the verge of patience, could be more frightening than people who blatantly bar-bar.

Luckily, my brain sanity remains. Although I was getting less and less familiar with Rifka's line of thought, I tried to restrain myself and control the emotions in my chest. Although in the end, my control was off as well.

"Ka, why did you poke once, anyway? You're just gonna find Mas Farhan's HP. Stay back again Hp. Okay, done. Why are you still asking this?" And that phrase came out of my lips. Moreover, if occasionally not firm, it is not impossible that Rifka will be more and more so.

"Mbak Najwa why, anyway? I'm just asking. Ask well too. What's the odd part if there's a husband who doesn't keep his wife's number?"

My head shook softly hearing Rifka's reply. Was he not aware of what he was asking just now? He doesn't know about my household, but he pretends to interfere. Who wouldn't be angry then? And one more thing, did she not realize that her own husband was standing in front of the dining room door while carrying Rizqun from earlier? Did she not think what about the feelings of her husband who was just silent, like a dazed person?

Sickening him again, Mas Farhan was silent instead. Gosh darn. I'd love to throw him into the sea. When his wife felt cornered like this, she was silent like a statue. What the hell is in his brain?

"Mbak, why is Mbak even this sensi, anyway? Mbak should not be angry if indeed between Mbak and Mas Farhan there is nothing."

I put my eyes on my sister. "Oh, huh?" I smiled at him. "Now I ask you back, what would you do if someone interfered in your affairs and Rifki's? Do you accept that you are not supposed to treat Rifki well?"

"Why did you bring Mas Rifki?"

"Jawab it, Rifka! What are you angry about if you are in the position? And ... did you know that Rifki was already at the door, watching what his wife was doing?"

Rifka suddenly turned to the dining room door, and for some reason, Rifki suddenly invited Rizqun to play outside. He avoided the topic this time.

I was ready to send a reply when Rifka fell silent. Like de javu. Mas Reza immediately got closer to my side. He hugged my shoulder, then rubbed it slowly. He whispered, "Don't fight in front of Dad."

Immediately I said Istighfar in my heart. O Allah, even though the intention was not to be provoked, and intended to give firmness to Rifka, even carried away real feelings and create an unpleasant atmosphere.

"This is why, anyway? What don't you know? Why even fight like this? HP Farhan was suddenly in Rifka, just now it was explained why. Farhan did not keep Najwa's number on his cell phone as well. What's up here? Why even long?"

You careless bastard, Najwa!

"Najwa again mens, times, Dad. Hence sensitive. No serious problem, right." It seems like Mas Gibran also began to understand Mas Reza's behavior just now, so he said so.

Taking a short breath, I turned to look at Dad. "Sorry, Dad. There's nothing, really. I'm calm, yeah. Mas Gibran said, no serious problem."

I rubbed my face for a moment, then exhaled for a moment. I turned towards Mas Gibran, Mas Reza and Mbak Diva in turn. "I'm sorry I made a scene this morning." I looked towards Dad. "I sent Dad to Dad's room again, didn't I?"

I got up and approached Dad. If it continues, the problem will be longer. I'll talk to Rifka later. I don't want to continue living in prejudice against my own sister.

"Is it really okay?" ask Dad when he's leaning on the back of his bedroom couch.

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Hi, I'm coming again. Pleased, no? Yes definitely dong. Aye, right? Happy bersergereget ria to Rifka. Ha-ha-ha.😂😂😂

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Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Wednesday, 11 August 2021