Married The Man Who Tainted Me

Part 12's

Not even reached by the phone I offered, I decided to take the call Bu Sri and push the loudspeaker button so that Juragan would listen.

"Where's my husband. Why is the phone dead?" The voice from across directly attacked.

"Sorry, Mom. Now the Juragan is also my husband. How nice to replace with our husband." Scroll of the Scouts with my eyes. He lowered his head. Like there's a feeling of being wrong.

Honestly, the sentence I just said was something I didn't want to say. However, it must be if Madam Sri still humbles me.

"I don't care. Until whenever Handoko is only mine. Where's she. Why yesterday his phone died. I want to talk."

"Can it be a little polite, ma'am? When I was with me the Juragan was mine. No one can bother me, including me." Playing like this I feel nauseous.

"Don't be so rude!" Rampage. Like someone on a rise. Next lined up an unsightly sentence that he frowned at to vent his anger at me.

Tired of serving, I gave a flat object that I held to Juragan so that he who cleaned his unethical wife.

Despite his hesitation, Juragan finally spoke to his first wife. "Hello, Sri?" ask the Scouts slowly.

"Han, why is the phone turned off? What happened last night? You seduced him, huh? You touch him. Ha?"

I am ashamed to hear what Ms. Sri said. Also with the Juragan. He looked at me with a bad feeling. Because it concerns the relationship between the two of us that actually nothing happened.

"Listen, Han! I never wanted you to sleep with that filthy girl, yeah!"

"Sri, what are you talking about?"

"less clear? I don't want you to sleep with him. Don't you touch him. Hear it? Or maybe .. you already ...."

"Take care of your words, Sri." The draughtsman tried to stop a sentence that could be guessed where it was going. Next he asked Bu Sri not to call him if he only talked about things like this.

"You're bad, Han. You have heart!" I heard the emotion of Bu Sri. His voice sounded like roaring. What if he's there himself? Suddenly I was worried about him.

"I'm sorry my wife" he said slowly, propping up my phone. He decided to call unilaterally.

I just kept quiet. Confused what to say. Bu Sri's words have been outrageous, on the other hand I understand how painful it feels to imagine a beloved husband with another woman.

Right now I hope he gets out of my room quickly. To me he's still a stranger who makes me uncomfortable with just the two of him. Expelling it was impossible, so I left.

"I want to talk" Juragan said as I was about to get out. Stalled steps.

"Sit down" she asked. Seeing me just sculpting, he preceded sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat by her side but was a little far apart.

"I'll rent you a house. It just so happens that next door to my house is being contracted. Sorry, simple house. It's only a while before I wake up the house for you."

The house next to the Juragan? Simple said. For me it is very good and big even though it is not comparable to the Juragan house surrounded by a fence. Especially just alone. I'll feel lonely.

"I just want to be here" I protested without looking at him.

"You're my wife now. All your needs and whatever happens to you are my responsibility. You have to do what I say."

I looked at him not like. As if he was going to behave arbitrarily. "I don't need a house. Don't over-treat me. My heart won't be able to accept you, Juragan." Trying to resuscitate. So that he does not do things that will be in vain.

"I'm not doing it for you, but my son."

Dugm!

Instantly it was like someone had slammed my heart. His words made me confused. My eyes caught him glancing at my stomach before I finally turned my face.

Damnit damnit! I'm stuck with my own arrogance. Intentionally or not, Juragan's answer left me feeling cornered. But I don't want to lose, still give up on the reasons I have.

Juragan agreed, he will watch over his wife so as not to bother me anymore. And, will send one housekeeper to accompany me so as not to be lonely. More precisely, looking after the baby. So said.

Every time the scribe called 'my baby' to my pregnant fetus, it felt like my blood flow was flowing faster and creeping to my face until it felt warm. He was so sure the child I was carrying was his fetus, even though his wife had reminded him that it was impossible!

Right, it is only the Scribe who touches me so that my faith will not waver. Even a storm that brushes the facts. On the contrary, the Magistrate knew very well that he had snatched away my crown. He could feel how much I groaned in pain at that moment, and the blood patch that stuck to the bed sheet became evidence and a witness for his barbaric deeds. That's why he never argued.

*****

After being filled with the food that Father and Mother presented, the pamit Juragan will take me home. He stood up and shook the hands of my parents with reverence. Then, from behind him I followed.

My hands are so cold. Long time my forehead stuck in his hands. "Don't cry" said the father. Maybe you feel the clear droplets that wet his hands. Hearing that, instead of easing, my cries were getting broken. I sobbed until my body shook.

My father was my hero, it happened in my life even though not a single drop of blood flowed in my body. However, there had been a lot of sweat falling from his body. He was willing to bask in the hot sun and slam the bones to cleanse me. Although not fancy, but you always try and never complain.

As soon as Aini was born, the affection of the Father did not decrease. We need the same. Until I don't know what it's like to be a stepdaughter. Because of your sincerity, I forgot my real Father.

My left hand rubbed my head. "Remember the message, yes." His voice sounded raucous.

I raised my head and nodded. Sure enough, his eyes were also wet. I try to look strong. However, the tears that he tried to endure so as not to spill have conveyed how he felt.

Mother. I haven't had a chance to grab her hand yet, Mom hit my body first. His hands hugged me so tightly. As if I didn't want to leave.

Sometimes Mom is like a tiger that always roars hard to make its prey vibrate. Sometimes, I'm like a good fairy full of affection. Whatever the role, the mother is the one who wants the best for her child.

"Frequently go home, yes, sister," said Aini after she let go of her embrace. I smiled and rubbed his cheeks.

The three of them led me to the front door. In front of the house was waiting for a driver with a black dashing car. The scout opened the door for me. I entered and was followed by him. Slowly the driver drove the car and took me away from the yard.

*****

Slowly my feet entered the new house. Inside, my mother-in-law welcomed me. A warm welcome with a boisterous voice. His movements are still agile despite his age.

My mother-in-law took me to the middle room. It turned out that there were already some relatives gathered there. Welcoming my presence by breaking the balloon hanging over the top to fall small pieces of colorful paper. Blowing a small trumpet makes the excitement even more palpable. It was exactly as I saw on television. Is this the tradition of the rich?

One by one, he hugged me and congratulated me. I don't know if all is sincere or just theatrical. Because I feel like the third person in the Juragan household. Even though I'm not an actor.

Instead, they introduce themselves. Some are as nieces, cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Sisters. Everything seemed friendly, yet it had not been able to neutralize my stiff body. I'm awkward being in the middle of those very visible people.

"Let's get started" said the mother-in-law. Behind him were two beautiful women pushing a wheeled table. On the table was a side full of food with the main menu rice tumpeng standing in the middle of the other menu.

After the Father-in-law led the prayer, we were both asked to hold the knife together for the first cut. The thing that pisses me the most when there's drama is bribing each other. They compactly asked Juragan to bribe me, and vice versa. The sound of applause and joyful cheering when their request was made. I put on a forced smile.

Everyone seems happy. Fighting over the food on the table. There are even those who do not hesitate to take a chicken that is already on his brother's plate. The excitement I saw was not what I expected. I think they will look after each other's image, always showing elegance under any circumstances. Apparently not.

Sometimes they tease me, invite jokes to photos together. I tried to keep pace despite feeling awkward, but their friendly attitude made me comfortable. I feel welcome in their big family.

Sometimes I catch a stolen Juragan looking at me. His smile described calmness. It was like he was relieved to see me comfortable in the middle of his family.

"Dam!" scream a woman. Everyone who was joking and laughing quietly heard the voice. Then simultaneously turn towards the direction the sound came from. Until a man who is said to be a cousin of the Scout is not aware his mouth is gaping because it will put food into it.

"Your staff, Han!" Bu Sri was already standing in front of the door with her hands ruffled by her waist.

"You all have the heart. What do you think I am?" Now Madam blames everyone. His eyes looked sharp. His face was not as fresh as usual. It seems like she was really depressed with her husband's marriage.

He protested with a small event held by the Juragan family. According to him, this is outrageous. I don't appreciate her feeling as a first wife. Be happy in the suffering of others.

Juragan approached Bu Sri. Followed by Mother-in-law. I don't know why there is a feeling of unwillingness. Because I'm also the Juragan's wife who must be guarded. Whahuh? What's wrong with me?