Love Ainun

The Deceitful Seduction of the Binal

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It's been three days, no sign of Mira contacting me.

Even so, I still feel anxious if only suddenly the cursed woman contacted and forced me again.

But! "Ah." I immediately shook off this anxiety.

I who had just stood up and daydreamed while stirring the black coffee that had begun to cool, was immediately startled with a call from the back, the direction of the living room.

This narrow and dusty living room is what witnesses my life journey with my beloved husband.

"Sir, Ainun .. What do you think?? How did you see that?" ask my husband in his soft voice.

"Think nothing, Mom!" I said with a little lethargy.

"Nothing how, I pay attention to you from earlier daydreaming, try the same story Mas."

I only replied with a thin smile, how could I have the guts to tell my husband.

I tried to distract him.

"Mas, today Mr. Sudarso has not paid his shoulder wage as well huh?"

"Yesa dek ..." she answered briefly while chugging the coffee I served her.

My husband does not have a fixed salary, he will only be paid if the wood he bears is sold.

"Maybe Mr. Sudarso has no money!" said Mas Malik.

"How's it going, Mom? Now our money is only fifteen thousand, where tomorrow we have to pay the contract."

My husband actually does not want to find a job that results in more. It's just that, in my village it is very difficult to find a job, not even infrequently neighbors ask my husband, whether at work his husband still needs pikul puli.

"Prophey, dear." That was the last word from my husband who tried to calm down.

And that speech ended our conversation .

****

A ringtone with a silent song rattled my old-school cell phone.

I got out of my seat to immediately pick up the call.

"New number?" muttered.

Click!

"Hello assalamualaikum." I started the conversation.

"Waalaikum greetings, it's me Nun, Mira! hows it? have you talked to Mas Malik yet? I picked up ya today!"

The initial conversation from Mira, suddenly made my heart weak.

"Sorry, Mir, I can't!" sahutku.

"Loh! can't do it, Nun. Anyway well, I signed the contract in your name and I've attached your credit,

the money's been transferred to my deposit, while it's still the boss's firmness. If you have finished your contract period, then it can be liquid!"

"Whatahh??!! You're crazy, Mirr! you can't just sign a contract without my consent!" I was shocked when I heard her answer. Mira's statement made me really upset. I clenched my hands to reduce the sense of emotion. If only he were in front, I'd like to punch that bad face.

"Yeah, if you wait for approval from you anyway, surely you do not agree! That's why I signed.

"Your path, Mir. I still don't want to, about signing a contract is your business, or if you have to, you just cancel it!" sahutku.

"It's off! How could that be!" his words sounded to press my mind. "In that contract there's an agreement, too, Nun. I can't play broke, if the penalty is a prison, and not only you get it, but me, your husband will get it!" he immediately broke my spirit. My bones even softened. I limp, leaning against the wall.

"What did you say?? What are you doing to me, Mir? What kind of friend are you?!" hardikku.

"Hehh Ainun, relax! Don't think like I'm the most guilty! After all, are you willing to pay for all the gifts I ever gave you?" For a second I was silent.

"No! I've done my best for you! I also want you to live a good life, but you, instead of thank you, you are angry with me. You know, there are a lot of people out there who want a chance like you!"

"You should be grateful, I want to help you get out of your destitute life. After all, until when do you want to be miserable!" Mira cursed me at length.

I couldn't help but cry, hearing everything Mira said to me.

How much so that his heart he treated me like a pet, which at any time he could use at will.

I grimaced at the unfortunate fate that befell me.

****

An old motorbike parked right in front of my house

I peeked at him from behind a curtain made of used cloth that I sewed.

A woman I knew came back

Yes, she is Mira. But this time something was different from him. A sheet of scarf wrapped neatly over the head. Makes her look very polite.

"What's this about? Could it be that the old Mira has returned!"

Mira knocked on the front door of my house, hurried this step towards the door, opening it before her husband greeted her. Lately, Mira has been too unclean to welcome my husband.

I opened the door and let him in.

He sat in the corner of my living room close to the window, perhaps so that he could feel a little cool breeze coming in through the cracks of the window.

"Huuhhh hot!" his weakness started the conversation.

I did not criticize, because now I am getting used to his arrogant attitude.

"Where's your husband? is it home, Nun? Just calm down later I'll talk, he must believe, after all my appearance already looks polite is not it?" ask her with a grinning smile.

'Astaghfirullah! As it turned out, the veil was just a cover to cover its binality, ' I sat in.

However, suddenly Mas Malik came to us, and immediately Mira immediately displayed a fake smile in front of my husband.

'Cuiiihhhh!, ' Wants me to vomit to see it.

"Well, there's Mira, why don't you make a drink, Dek!" hatch husband.

I haven't been able to answer, Mira immediately brushed it off

"It's okay, don't bother. I stopped by for a minute." The bad woman started to excrete the poison.

"Actually, my arrival here is something I want to get to Mas Malik," said Mira who made my heart start pounding.

"So gini Mas, I was offered a job in Jakarta as a Baby Sitter, the salary offered was quite a lot.

"Well, I intend to invite Ainun to come with me, later on all matters related to Ainun, I will bear."

As expected, Mas Malik's response was like not willing to let me go.

"I really need Ainun, because he's the only one I can trust to be a co-worker with" he said, trying to convince Mas Malik.

Mira spoke again.

"I beg you, Mom! I really need this job, I'm now in debt with a loan shark and if in the near future I can't pay, then I'm going to jail."

Mira's words made me really want to vomit. How not, it was great that he played a show and made a screenplay, turning the real situation around in front of my husband.

"Sorry Mira, I can't! she's my wife, she's my responsibility! I don't want him to leave just for money reasons! I can still work on it!" my husband said with a worried look.

"It's not about the money, Mas Malik! It's my problem asking you to let me take Ainun!"

"Please, Mas Malik," Mira adds to her acting by pretending to cry, to as much as possible.

I'm not surprised by his fantastic acting, because from a long time ago, he really wanted to become a famous actor.

Malik turned to me, I deliberately lowered my head, hiding my face so that he could not see my teary eyes. Don't ask me how I feel, I feel so fucked up.

Well I'm fucked up, a raging feeling is ruffling my mind. Warring in my mind, trying to damage my mentality.

The devil even laughed in my ears, wanting me to cry out loud. But whatever the power, I can't do it.

****

My husband doesn't know much about Mira, especially since he never touched an Android-based phone.

Not because he does not want to have, in addition to the constraints of money, he is also not proficient in using it.

That's why my husband didn't even know that Mira wasn't the poor person he saw. That Mira is not a person who is in need of money.

Mira actually managed to trick my husband Malik. Until Malik really sympathized with him, and agreed to his request, without him knowing it, he had ushered his wife into the arms of a black-headed demon.

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