Just a Bond

Messed

“Why can this be?” I faintly heard Mas Reza's voice outside the examination hall.

“So I ate Najwa at the stall, Mas. I didn't know he was allergic to chicken, and it turns out the watchman said he ate it mixed with chicken.” That's the sahutan of Mas Farhan.

“One more month you live together, but you don't know about your wife?” I closed my eyes for a moment as Mas Reza began to raise his voice. “You're Najwa's husband isn't it, anyway? Good thing I was near here and could go straight there after you called. If not? You want my sister to die?”

Mas Reza's.

“I'm sorry, Mas. I really don't know.”

Not wanting the debate between my two beloved men to be sustained, I forced myself to rise from the gurney. Lower the legs and sit for a while to neutralize the dizziness. Only after feeling good did I stumble along.

“Truly dubious. From the beginning I was suspicious of you, but my sister always tried to hold me back from interfering in your affairs. I was silent not knowing. But I appreciate you as my sister's husband, and this has been so outrageous, Farhan!”

I clung to the door of the room and leaned there in shock from Mas Reza's clasping. Heartbeats that had originally started to be regular, now back in a huff because of the unpleasant scenery between my husband and brother. Still leaning against the door, I saw Mas Farhan bowing his head.

"I'm really sorry, Mom."

"Do you think that apologizing would make Najwa okay?"

This cannot be allowed.

Taking a strong breath and then exhaling slowly, I tried to step towards Mas Reza and Mas Farhan.

“Dek, why are you out?” asked Mas Reza who first noticed my arrival.

Mas Farhan also looked over quickly. “Honey, you still need to rest,” he said gently, attentively.

The two men quickly approached me and seemed to be scrambling to embrace me. However, I immediately stopped the two so that there would be no more debate.

“I'm okay, Mom. I'm going home." I looked at them in turn. "Mas Reza doesn't have to beat Mas Farhan. He's not wrong, Mom. I just don't ask, and eat right away.”

"But when you don't know the kakau you eat is chicken meat?"

"Udahlah, Mommy. Stop, yeah."

“Keep aja belain your husband it.”

I clenched my teeth, pressed myself so as not to follow the emotions. To be honest I was a little uncomfortable with Mas Reza's words. I looked at my brother for quite a while. “Mas, already. Mas Farhan said he was sorry because he did not know.”

“But this is outrageous, Najwa. If you're why-why does he want responsibility?”

“But the evidence is now that I've started to improve, Mas." Mas Reza was seen opening his mouth, still unwilling to budge. Quickly, I raised my hand before him. "Udah, Mas Reza. I beg you not to prolong this matter, let alone be heard by Father. I don't want to add more problems if until Dad knows this problem.”

Mas Reza was silent for a while, seemingly considering my explanation. Before he responded to my plea, he glanced at Mas Farhan with a sharp look like an enemy who said, ‘our dealings are not finished.’ Makes me unable to sigh in relief.

“Udah, Mas Reza. Mending us home. I bought the medicine, right?”

Mas Reza nodded. “Yes already, you go home the same Mas aja," he said. Hadeuh, Mas Reza is hard to say. "Entar there's nothing else with him.” Mas Farhan's wife.

My second brother then pulled my arm, but I tried to subtly reject it.

Mas Reza snorted. “Iya, okay.” I breathed a sigh of relief hearing it. I have also started holding onto Mas Farhan's arm and preparing to go home. However, Mas Reza already had a grudge to Mas Farhan. He turned back to my husband with his angry look, and stared intently. “This is Najwa's cure. Just be careful if anything else happens to my sister. I'm not messing with my words, Farhan.”

Mas Farhan took the medicine. “Iya, Mas. I'll take care of Najwa.”

Reza left us. I heaved a sigh of relief from successfully breaking up the debate between Mas Farhan and Mas Reza. Otherwise, I would be even more embarrassed by the many people around here.

"Let's go home, Mommy." I jumped when he suddenly slapped my arm. He just left without taking me. Why else this? Somewhat Mas Farhan's attitude back to how it was, because he came back cold. Wiping a tear across my cheek, I quickly followed her steps.

“We just go home this abis,” said Mas Farhan when I first sat next to him.

"Suddenly, Mas? Yesterday was the deal-"

"Yes already, whatever. Please make your own rules." And I can't go against my husband's word anymore if it's like this. I leaned my back against the chair, closed my eyes and quietly continued to focus in my heart to relax. No conversation was created, we enjoyed the trip to Dad's house in silence. I don't know. I really don't know what to do now. The romantic meal was chaotic, and the explanation Mas Farhan promised was not so I heard today.

Why is this always the end? When will I know what Mas Farhan is really hiding from me?

"Have the streets finished?" I was shocked when Dad suddenly appeared at the door.

"Oh God, Dad. Najwa thinks who." Dad just chuckled in response to my grunts. "Yes. It's just back."

"Honey, Mas went to the room first to clean up, yes," said Mas Farhan suddenly. My father and I turned to him.

"Betting to go home?" ask Dad.

"Yes, Dad. I'm sorry. Gini. There's something I need to take care of at home."

I can only bite my lips. Mas Farhan if you have any desire, can not say wait.

"Yes, Han. It's nothin. I understand that."

"Thank you, Dad. I'll go to the room first, Dad." I also went to Dad to help Mas Farhan. I don't want to make him even more angry if I linger.

After all the equipment is finished packed, I then say goodbye to Dad. It turns out that Mas Gibran and Mbak Diva have come home and Mas Reza has not come.

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I don't know what demon possessed my husband. I was horrified by myself as he was. Especially during the trip, he drove a car with reckless. He's dying to take me?

How could I not think so? He was carrying his car at high speed. The trip to our house usually takes an hour, sometimes more, because we go home when the national road bustles, this time not up to an hour. At least forty-five minutes. Maddened. Don't die hanging on the car, thank God.

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Hallo-o. Glad I didn't update again? Happy dong? Aye, right? After this the secret will be revealed, lo. Let's guess who's real. Don't forget to leave a trace, yeah. Teirma kasih

Happy waiting for the answer. Wkwk.

Sweet greetings from me.

Sunday, 12 September 2021