Just a Bond

Answer of Rifka

"Hey, Mas Farhan, Nayla!"

Rifka didn't see if Mas Farhan's wife was behind him?

I sighed softly. Before Nayla stepped in to welcome her tantric call, I pulled the boy's arm, then told him I wanted to go to the bathroom first. Fortunately the boy understood, and Mas Farhan did not say anything. I'll be away soon.

Upon returning from the bathroom, I saw that Rifka was already sitting around in the garden chair. Nayla and Mas Farhan are still playing dolls under the mango tree. Oh, aye. Where's rizqun, huh?

I stepped up, approaching Rifka who was seen observing the activities of Mas Farhan and Nayla. Perhaps realizing the whereabouts of someone by his side, he turned his head. Our eyes clashed in a moment.

“Mbak Najwa why worry about me like that?” ask Rifka later.

I took a slow breath for a moment. Take a sitting position next to Rifka. For a long time I was silent, trying to regulate the emotions that were back overflowing in my chest.

“Rizqun to where?” I started this opportunity to talk to my sister with that question. There's no way I'm going to hit him right away, ‘kan? Besides, I don't really understand what happened between him and Mas Farhan. Who knows, I just misunderstood.

“He said sleepy, Ma'am. Was taken to the same room Mas Rifki.”

"And you even relax here, so your husband does Rizqun alone?"

I don't understand my sister's way of thinking. Why does he care less about his son?

"I'm just resting the stretch, Ma'am. I'll take care of Rizqun."

"That, huh?"

"Mbak Najwa why, anyway? Why is Ma'am always so sensitive to me? This morning, too."

I cleared slowly for a moment. “Nothing, anyway. Maybe your feelings are. Mbak here wants to clarify something, and Mbak hope you are honest.”

Although he had looked pious just now, Rifka suddenly chuckled, but the ruckus sounded forced. Or just my hearing was wrong. The look on my sister's face is definitely not okay. Although there was a smile on his lips, I somehow caught a panicked look there.

Was my conclusion right all along? If indeed between Rifka and Mas Farhan there is nothing, of course he will not panic like this, ‘kan? Not to mention, he who often roared, did not know what.

“Why you, Ka?” I put my gaze towards him. Although faint, I caught a clumsy gurgle from Rifka. I want to know the answer.

Let's see the response from my sister on this one.

“Mbak Najwa this is why, anyway? From that moment I worried about it. I'm why, Ma'am?”

I took a breath for a moment. Alright, it seems like the pleasantries are already useless. “You know who Mas Farhan is, Dek?”

He nodded stiffly. “He's Mommy's husband. Sister-in-law me.”

I smiled hearing his answer. Silence was created in a few moments. The answer that Rifka gave just now was like getting an automatic denial in the brain.

I looked back with Rifka's face. “Mbak taste, there is something unresolved between you and Mas Farhan. And Mbak wants you to finish it immediately, for the sake of the sustainability of our respective households.”

“Najwa Mbak means what?”

I kept trying to suppress the ego to not go straight up in blood to face Rifka. I don't want to provoke the attention of other families. “Jawab honestly, what is the relationship between you and Mas Farhan?”

“Mbak accused me of cheating on Mas Farhan?” Rifka stare sharpens.

I took a deep breath. I looked back at his sharp gaze. “Ka, Ma'am talking well with you. No one is accusing you of cheating with Mas Farhan.”

“Yes but by asking so, I caught him Ma'am recriminate me!”

“If there is nothing between you, yes. Just say it well. No need emotions all.”

“Who has no emotion if Mbak comes to directly corner me like that?”

Rifka's answer couldn't make me laugh. How funny are you, brother.

“How does it feel, Ka? Tasty not cornered?” My sister's lips looked open, but not a single word came out of her mouth. “That's how I've felt since the meeting between you and Mas Farhan yesterday. Anyone would not accept if he was cornered, especially in the presence of his own family. Try to understand me, Dek. If Mbak can have the heart, Mbak will not be possible to talk you both like this. Ma'am will talk in front of Dad, Mas Reza and Mas Gibran, even your husband. If you don't remember about Dad's illness, I would have hit you earlier this morning. Mbak just wants you to be aware of your respective positions, especially you who are the sister-in-law Mas Farhan.”

Rifka looked wry again.

"Why? You're afraid Mas Farhan heard?" I asked as Rifka's gaze turned to where Mas Farhan and Nayla were still playing. "Mas Farhan will not hear, Ka. He's far from where we are.

“Mbak Najwa is not clear, yes. Yesterday I said, didn't I know Mas Farhan a long time ago. You're accusing me of having a relationship with Mas Farhan because of that incident? Because this morning too? At the time when Mbak was not on Mas Farhan's side, even I was talking to him this morning. That?”

Fists began to do, in order to hold the emotion in the chest that continues to explode. I don't know who's wrong here. I don't know if this way of me is right or not. The one thing that is the reason for me right now is to fight for what I deserve. If Mas Farhan is not worth fighting for, I will try to let him go.

“Iya. Okay. You've known Mas Farhan for a long time. But is it worth a brother-in-law and sister-in-law to always have time together? You guys are busy talking without caring around. To me, it's only natural that I'm jealous. I'm Mas Farhan's wife. Just imagine, for example, Rifki is familiar with me exceeding the limit of a brother and sister-in-law. What are you feeling?"

Rifka just shut up. I don't know what he's thinking. Well, I guess there's no point in talking to Rifka, because I won't get the answer. I got up from my seat, ready to leave.

“Mbak hope it doesn't happen again, Rifka. If the word between you and Mas Farhan is nothing, Mbak did not willing. Not just as his wife Mas Farhan, but as Rifki's brother-in-law and his aunt Rizqun.”

As soon as one of my footsteps moved, Rifka suddenly said, "I'm the same Mas Farhan nothing, Ma'am."

I looked up and looked at him intensely. "Right that be the answer from your heart? You like Mas Farhan, Ka?"

Because from the answer it was like there was something hidden.

The calmness done by Rifka seemed to answer my question. The sad look on his face seemed to indicate that he regretted marrying Rifki, because the person he liked was Mas Farhan.

"Ka?"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I can't make peace with the past."

Rifka's soft voice, and her head bow after saying that sentence made my bones like they were broken. I almost threw it to the ground, if I hadn't been holding onto the garden chair. The sudden burst of negative emotions slipped into my chest, making me a little claustrophobic. There was a puddle of tears that started to want to drip, but I held it. I closed my eyes for a moment as I exhaled, trying to relax.

So then?

"Mas Farhan knows that you like him? Ah, wrong. Since when did Mas Farhan know that you like him?"

Because I'm sure, Mas Farhan is that familiar with Rifka, there's no way that she doesn't know about my sister's feelings for her.

"Honey, Mama called, said we were told to go back to Tuban today." I was surprised to hear the voice of Rifki suddenly interrupting. Immediately I turned my head back, it turned out that my sister's husband had been standing not far from our position.

Did he hear our conversation just now?

Rifka also got up. He hurriedly approached Rifki. "Have you been here?"

I saw that Rifki was silent, then went back to say her mother's message, and invited Rifka, to go home.

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