Look at Me, My Husband
S2 Mother of my son 43
Wira is seen pacing back and forth in the living room of her apartment. Fidgeting and agitation invaded his mind. The time had already turned ten at night, but Naina still had not shown her nose. Five hours late from the last time he saw Naina waiting in front of the office of RD Group.
Standing in front of the window, Wira looked at the sky of Jakarta which was still covered in black clouds. Lightning and lightning struck repeatedly. So bright, it split the night horizon. The rain has not stopped since the afternoon, the more the night the water points are like watered with a giant dipper.
The hero who had just returned home and cleaned himself, after previously being held back at Stella's house seemed increasingly riled up when lightning grabbed the skyscrapers with a creepy and thunderous voice.
“Rim!”
“Rim!” The hero knocked on his daughter's nanny's room with an uneasy feeling.
Before long, Rima appeared with a sleepy face behind the door. Wira could see her daughter Vienna was fast asleep.
“Did Mom contact you again?” ask Wira.
Rima. “Last eight o'clock at night. I just told you to come home late. The taxi was caught in the flood and had to wait for the water to recede. Plus jammed also.” Rima explained.
“Good. Please accompany Vienna, the lightning is very strong. Don't let him wake up and be surprised,” Wira said.
Walking towards the room, Wira searched for her phone. He has to call Naina and find out what happened. The heart beats rapidly when a phone connection is connected to the voice box.
“The phone is inactive!” the hero is half frustrated.
“Where are you, Nai? Is fine,” said Wira slowly. Worrying seemed real in the man's clear eyes. Remembering Naina who was waiting alone in the rain, five hours ago.
Back his hand rubbed the screen of the latest black device he had thrown on the bed. Intending to send a message, Wira's eyes widened when she found a text message from Naina that she had not read. Posted at 19:55.
Mas, I'm stuck in traffic and flooding. I don't know what time it's just coming to the apartment. Can you please go home sooner? I'm taking Vienna.
The hero dropped his bathrobe-clad body onto his soft bed. Regret strikes, when the shadow of Naina who stands alone is again present in her eyes.
“I should have offered him to come home with me,” Wira said.
“Job you, Wir!” The hero throws his goose fur pillow on the floor. Closing his eyes, trying to calm himself. Tucked into the prayer inside, may Naina be fine.
***
Trying to close your eyes accompanied by the sound of rain, Wira almost craze when he woke up and stared at the clock on the nightstand already showed at 01.20 in the morning. It's past midnight.
“Has he gone home?” The hero who had fallen asleep, hurriedly came out and looked for Naina's whereabouts. Re-contact Naina, but the results remain the same. Naina's phone is still not active.
If he had calmed down a little, the panic would have been unbearable. Banging on Vienna's nanny's room, Wira is almost desperate to find Naina has not returned home.
“Did Mom contact you, Rim?” asked the Hero, walking towards Naina's bedroom. The net is fixed on a slippery bed with neatly arranged pillows.
“Not yet, Mr.” Rima.
“Ya. I'm taking Vienna. I'll find Naina.”
The hero ran to the room, changed his clothes. Before long, he was out with a black t-shirt and jeans. The leather jacket perfected the appearance of the man grabbing the car keys on top of the closet next to the door.
As soon as the apartment door opened, Wira's calm face turned relaxed. From the direction of the elevator he saw Naina, drenched with a cold shivering body walking towards him. The lips of the woman with wet hair were blue, her face was pale. Walk slowly barefoot, with both hands folded on the chest.
“Mas .. sorry I came home late. My phone is running out of battery, can't tell you anymore,” Naina said in a trembling voice. Her eyes stared at the frozen figure in the middle of the door.
Silent for a moment, Wira was glued to the spot. It took a few minutes for him before he woke up. The two corners of the Hero's lips curved upwards upon seeing Naina's real presence in front of her eyes. Not just a mirage.
“I'm worried about you, Nai,” said Wira, hugging Naina. He held her tightly soaked body with water droplets clumping near the eyes of the feet.
“What happened? Why get wet like this?” asked Wira, tightened his embrace on the frail body of his ex-wife. He pecked at Naina's wet hair slowly, throwing away the anxiety that had taken hold of her the past few hours.
“I'm sorry, Mas.” Naina whispered softly between the warm embrace of Wira.
***
“Not yet, I will cook instant noodles only,” said Naina, busy removing the contents of her bag. There are wallets, combs, cell phones and some other women's equipment.
“What happened, Nai?” wira asked, busy drying Naina's wet hair with a white towel.
“Banjir, the taxi is looking for a way and getting around. Instead of getting closer, even more away from home, Mas.” Naina told me while wiping her phone with a tissue.
“The edges ... still can't pass. I have to wait until the flood recedes. Plus it's stuck. Finally I decided to walk, through the flood,” continued Naina.
“Yes God, I'm afraid something happened to you.” The hero suddenly hugged Naina from behind. He filled the wet body with feeling.
“I'm sorry, Mas. I didn't mean to worry you,” said Naina feeling guilty.
“Warm water bath now!. I'll cook instant noodles for you,” said Wira.
“Hah!” Naina surprised. He could feel the arms of the Hero getting tighter.
“Mandi now, later sick.” The hero dropped his chin on the top of Naina's head.
“Ya, Mas.” Naina according without much protest. Hurry to his room, following all the orders of the Hero.
The relief looks real on the face of the hero. Her Netra looked at Naina's back who walked away and disappeared behind the room door.
“I know ... My struggle will not be as easy as the first to approach you, but I will still fight for you and Vienna. Until you drove me out of your life.” The hero smiled cunningly. His gaze turned on the pile of contents of Naina's wet bag.
“The wallet is still the same,” said Wira slowly, reaching for Naina's light brown money storage. He remembers buying the rectangular object during his honeymoon in Paris.
The young man was stunned as he looked at the contents of Naina's wallet which was usually full of cards and the pile of red money was now thin. Only an atm card and a piece of paper fifty thousand rupiah and several thousand sheets of paper went wet.
“Ya Lord .. how he went through his life all this time and brought a child.” Hero shakes. He could not imagine how difficult the days were for Naina and her daughter.
“It's too selfish of me to say that I'm a victim of this divorce. My life is full of treasure, I can get it all with a blink of an eye. I still have the support of both my parents. My job was a success, with a luxurious life. I can point at any woman I want. Then what about him?” The hero was stunned for a moment before finally taking out his expensive wallet and filling Naina's wallet with a pile of red money.
***
The bowl of instant noodles still puffed smoke as Wira served them on the dining table. He was waiting for Naina to come out of the room and eat the first instant noodles she made since becoming a widower. He never entered the kitchen. All homework is taken care of by an assistant. More people eat at restaurants or order food from online apps.
“Nai, your food is ready,” Wira said as she watched Naina come out in sleeping pajamas. The long hair was still wet, combed soberly.
“Mas, what is Vienna finicky?” ask Naina while dropping her butt on the dining chair.
“No. The boy slept quietly.”
“Mas don't eat?” naina asked, rolling up the noodles with a fork and putting them in her mouth.
“I'm full. We ate at Stella's house. The rain was heavy, Mama Stella offered me dinner with them.” The hero tells the story, deliberately provoking Naina's reaction.
“Is there a problem with Stella?” naina asked, putting the noodles back in her mouth.
“His father is in the hospital, but his condition has improved.”
“Oh, Mas seriously do not want?” hail Naina again while chewing. He looked up, looking at Wira who was standing next to him.
“Let me try it a little,” said Wira smiling. The man leaned over and suddenly kissed Naina's pomegranate-red lips. Sweeping the thin lip hemisphere slowly, while enjoying the taste of the remaining noodles.
Naina's stunned. His hand that grasped the fork was squeezed, the stainless cutlery was detached from his hand, causing a tight twang when it collided with the ceramic bowl. Awkwardness is real, it feels different, but the kiss can make his brain dig back all his sweet memories with Wira. Memories he buried deep after the divorce.
***
Tbc
