Married The Man Who Tainted Me

The Part 11

The Part 11

The young woman shook the hand of the Juragan manfully. After that hugged me and whispered with a voice holding sobs. "I'm sorry, Brother."

I pulled her body from my body. Both of my hands framed his face. I looked into her wet eyes. This young lady was Yanti, Agus' sister.

"Where is he?" I still care about Agus. I don't mind Juragan's feelings. Well, there's nothing to keep between me and him.

"Why didn't he come to take me as he promised? Where the hell is he?" my insistence while grasping his fingers.

Yanti turned to Juragan for a moment, then looked back at me. "He's fine. I'm just here to deliver the message to my sister. Forget her. May Maya be happy. That's all."

"That's it?" I can't believe it. Yanti nodded, then left me. He didn't care even though I was screaming his name. Yanti still left me who was forced to stay in the pelaminan.

I looked at Juragan. "Does it have anything to do with the Juragan?" He turned his face.

"Why do you always associate it with me?" Face flat. It's hard to guess what's in his head. I looked at him with a look of hate.

"Be normal, Maya. After the show is over, please do whatever you want. Insult me, curse me or hit me if you want. I'm ready." His eyes were straight at the invitees.

I heard what he just said. My head was trying hard to digest the meaning of the sentence. He asked me to keep my attitude. For my pride, or keeping his pride in front of the invited guests?

Aware of not arguing, choosing silence and pretending to smile at the guests who occasionally see the two of us.

The party is over and it doesn't make me happy either. Increasingly raging. Imagine a room with a man who is not a servant.

I opened the wardrobe. My eyes cast aside everything, sorting out what I'm going to wear tonight. Everything looks foreign. I found none of my clothes. All new. Did Juragan tell Aini to change everything?

I didn't take it all apart, just lifted a little fold of cloth with my finger. Take a pair of long-sleeved pajamas and trousers. Unlike newlyweds in general who deliberately wear open and bright clothes.

But, as Juragan understood, I did not find any lingerie or anything like that in the closet.

Tired of being queen in a day, I chose to sleep after cleaning myself. Don't know where he is. And don't want to know where he is. I wish I didn't have to go into this room. Even if it's impossible!

I'mawake. My eyes are open, my sleep is not perfect. Like a dream with real. Not satisfied with sleep, I guess.

I looked back. Empty, I can't find the Juragan. Where's she? Not to worry about it, just to be surprised by its existence.

"Sleep, I won't touch you." Sound without form. A voice I know very well.

"Where?" my question is in my heart. Of course only in the heart. Though curious I won't ask.

"I'm downstairs," he said. It was as if I heard my heart ask.

"See there's a mat in the corner of the door. I thought it was purposely reserved for me," he quipped as he hugged the bolster. I deliberately got up and crawled slowly to see his whereabouts.

The mat is worn and thin. He must be very cold and uncomfortable. I should how? Dissipated.

"Well," I said hesitantly. A little bit of care arose in my heart.

Yasuda! Whisper my heart. Back to laying down in the original place. Trying to close my eyes. May you sleep well and have a good dream.

*****

The sound of Adzan woke me up. As usual, I got up and made my bed. It dawned on me that I was no longer alone when I saw the mat stretched across the floor that the Nurse had used last night. But I didn't find him there. Maybe dawn in the mosque. Immediately I consecrated myself to perform the dawn prayer.

After that, I went to the kitchen to help you prepare breakfast. "You haven't had a bath, son?" mother asked while peeling onions, while her eyes examined each curve of my body. Especially my hair that is high but dry. That means there was no husband and wife ritual last night.

"Yet. It will be later."

"Last night slept well?" Mom Fishing.

"He'em," I said while busy picking spinach that will be served clear to friends of chicken chili. For us, this menu is luxurious, and usually this chicken menu will be present if there are guests at home.

"You've become a wife, son."

WIFE! New name I don't like. Ridiculous, Mother continued to give advice about the obligation of the wife to the husband, so I continued to concern myself with the work in the kitchen. Washing dishes is the right choice, because the noise of the clinking of plates and spoons clashing against each other when stacked will understand if I do not hear Mother's advice.

Damn, Mother deliberately stood at the door where I washed to give her advice. "The duty of the wife is to serve, Maya. Not just washing clothes, cooking, making coffee ...."

"There's still a dirty plate, ma'am? Let's wash them." Understand where Mom's talk is, I deliberately cut the sentence of the woman who gave birth to me so as not to get there.

It's hard to understand. I still don't think about my feelings. Now, after just last night being the Juragan's wife, it's like she's demanding that I be a good wife because my hair isn't wet. Can't you imagine how traumatic I am? Still vividly remembered how savage Juragan treated me back then. How could I possibly be willing to serve on behalf of a wife?

Not the marriage advice I need right now. Just embrace, care and understanding. If all that I have gained, and there is healing, slowly enter the stage of the seizure.

Mom came back with the rest of the dirty dishes to wash as well and put them on with a kick. "Don't pretend you didn't hear or divert the conversation. It's the same against his name!"

I don't know. Since that incident, she has been sensitive to me. Like an uncertain climate. It's warm, it's cold.

I silently shed tears. Trying to cover my wounded heart. What you say I will not argue. Fear of my defense will make your heart hurt. I don't want to be a bad boy. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if Mom is angry then God is too.

Breakfast dishes have been arranged on mats that have been laid Aini. Usually we have breakfast each with his own take on the table covered with hoods. Except Father, I will not let the head of the household take it alone. If Mother bothers, then I or Aini who presents for Father.

Today is different. Because there are new family members, you invite to have breakfast together. I sat next to the Juragan very forced. At breakfast you don't say much. Your polite attitude towards Juragan is still carried away. Maybe because they are not used to it. Because Juragan just became his son-in-law.

After breakfast I helped Aini clean up the dishes. As my phone in the room rang, Aini asked me to leave this job. While walking towards the room, the corner of my eye caught Juragan also glancing at me. Did Juragan also suspect that the one who called was Agus?

I had not had time to reach for the flat object lying on the bed, I was surprised by the voice of the Scout who turned out to follow me.

"Who?" He asked with an eye. Feeling that anything related to me he must know.

Looking at the number on the flat screen I was astonished, but I put on a flat face to hide the expression on my face.

"Well, pick up!" I put my phone to him. He was also surprised to see the name listed there. In a hurry he threw away that expression. Honey, I caught him.