Married The Man Who Tainted Me

The Part 13

The Part 13

I don't know what Mother-in-law said to Juragan until her son came back to me. Uh, exactly on all of us. After that Mother-in-law put her arm around Bu Sri's shoulder and invited her out. Her first daughter-in-law said. Before leaving the place, Bu Sri turned her head and looked at me cynically. His eyes were like sending a message.

"Please understand, yes. Actually he's good, really" whispered the woman who had introduced herself as the nephew of the Juragan. Name's Mirna. It seems that his age is not far below mine. I just nodded with a smile as the beautiful woman whispered.

"Well, we're eating again" asked a woman I forgot her name. Invite the woman to hypnotize others to continue the original activities. They seem to forget what just happened.

After a day of gathering with the Juragan family, I immediately took care of the scattered dishes. Is this how they are? Unlike my family, we will work together. Except for the official events we invited.

"Eh, Son. Put the plate down. Let Grandma do it." Suddenly an old woman appeared from behind me. He walked over and took the plate from my hand.

Whose grandma? I asked in my heart. However, it seemed like this Grandma could hear. "Call me Nek Darti. Grandma who will accompany you in this house," he said while putting a dirty plate on the sink.

"Eh, not just nemani, you know. Grandma will also serve Nak Maya," he added again while reaching for the broom I had held. Then, Nek Darti led me. "Son Maya is sitting here. Can't move much. Later Nek Darti was angry with Handoko. Especially the Ningsih. Could be mad at him."

"Mbak ningsih's? Is he ready, Grandma?" I scrunched my forehead.

Nek Darti laughed at my question. "Yes Handoko's mother. Your in-laws. His name is Hartono. Grandma calls Handoko's mother's sister. It's like family. Hehehe ...."

I must have heard Nek Darti's explanation. "I help grandma, yes," I asked unkindly to give the parents all the work.

"Don't. Later Nek Darti was angry. Ibu Ningsih if angry serem too, you know."

Can you get angry too? Thought.

"Why angry, Grandma? Help grandma work," I protested.

"Hm ...." Nek Darti shook off some of the money taken from his pocket. His smile was full of happiness. He explained that the money was given from the family that had gathered.

"His family is so, do not want to know the affairs of the house, but not stingy. Anyway if they have come Nek Darti harvest money. Hehehe ...."

Nek Darti also shared Mother-in-law's concerns with my pregnancy. Mother-in-law did not want anything to happen with my womb because it was too young, still vulnerable to be brought to work. Fear of being dangerous. Do you care about your mother-in-law?

"Your mother has long missed grandchildren. That's why he cares about you so much" continued Nek Darti, sliding the table into place. While telling stories, one by one Nek Darti's work was completed.

Is the mother-in-law's treatment the same as that of the Juragan? Everything he did was not for me, but the child in my stomach.

Something tickles me in my mind, are parents or Juragan family not against my pregnancy? I'd love to ask you something very personal with Nek Darti, but it feels too early. I also know Nek Darti. Not understanding his personality.

*****

"How's he sleeping tonight, son?" Early in the morning, my mother-in-law came to see me. I who had just come out of the room was surprised to find that my mother-in-law was already sitting on the sofa in front of my room. His smile is very friendly.

"Yenak ...," I'm still awkward to call her Mom. Not because it's new, from the age I deserve to call her grandma. Just a slight difference with Nek Darti. It's just that Mother-in-law looks fresher and cleaner. All the economic.

My mother-in-law told me to sit next to her, "Here." His hand was patting the empty side. I also according.

"Sorry, last night Mom and Dad couldn't help you sleep here."

I nodded with smirking lips.

"Tomorrow your husband will be here. As your second wife who is patient, yes, son. Understand your brother who has not been able to accept the situation."

The sister? Miss Sri I call brother? Inner shocked. Again, the thing that makes me uncomfortable when asked to be patient as a second wife. I want to argue because this is not what I asked for. But I could do nothing, for in their eyes this was a fact.

"Today I'm going back to the village. We leave at seven. I will often nengokin you. Here too there is Darti who takes care of you."

I've heard that the village of Juragan's parents is in Medan. It takes 12 to 13 hours to travel.

"Perfect mother's granddaughter is fine." Distressed, his hand caressing my stomach. If this marriage was based on love, it might feel different. I will feel like the luckiest son-in-law to get a father-in-law like him.

*****

Slowly I opened my eyes. Feels heavy. After it opened perfectly, I realized this place was different. Although I haven't occupied my new room for long, but I already know her. This is not my room.

The hospital! A unique room that is easily recognized by anyone. But ... It looks like this is not a public hospital that has ever visited. From the contents of this room to the bed I slept in, it looks like this is a VVIP room. One room with only one patient reinforces my guess.

I found my hand attached to an infusion hose. Why me? Trying hard to remember the incident before I was finally treated.

There was a sound of coughing not far from where I was lying. From my right side, Juragan was laying on a sofa by the window. Seen from behind the glass window flickering lights out there. Still night? Mumbles.

"Sorry," he said. "Aren't you sleeping?"

I didn't answer the question. "Don't touch me!" I said, throwing my face to the left.

I know she's just worried about the baby. But I don't like the touch. His touch will remind me of that fateful event. The events that led me to this marriage. A marriage I never missed.

"Go!" I expelled.

"I'm just looking after you, Maya."

I don't care about his attention. I threw him out again. And he also stood by his stance.

"If you want this kid to be okay, go. I'd be better off if Nek Darti took care of me."

"It's still night. Poor Nek Darti. Let him rest. Tomorrow he'll replace me."

Reasons I can't shake. If I force Nek Darti to come tonight, I'm selfish. But if Juragan continues here, I'm the one who shills.

"As long as you don't allow it, I won't touch you Maya. But, I won't be able to keep quiet if I see you as weak as this. Soften your heart a little."

Until I'll never let you touch me! Mumbled heart.

"I can understand you hate me, but .. let me care about you, my son who is in your womb." Voice weakened. I want to come so I understand it.

Satisfied with his words. I tightly closed my eyes, regulating the chest-stifling breath. My lips trembled as I tried hard to hold the clear crystal that had dripped from the corner of the eye.

"Don't doubt my faith. That's my son."

"What about Madam Sri?" I doubt his wife. Quickly my face turned around and looked at her so that I forgot my wet eyes that I had previously hidden from the Magistrate.

"That's my business."

"It's my business, too."

"Let me take care of."

"Until when? Until when did Ms Sri stop calling me a dirty woman?"

The juragan lowered his head and mutely. Makes me even more angry to see it. I turned my face to the left.

There was the sound of a chair being pulled near my bed. He took a rough breath, his voice was clearly heard in my hearing.

"You knew? the first time I heard about your pregnancy from my father, my feelings were mixed. On the other hand, I am happy to be a father. On the other hand I feel guilty for destroying you. And, on the other hand I ... I ...." His voice began to heavy. I wonder about the story being interrupted.

"I feel so guilty about my wife for desecrating our marriage. I've betrayed him." He sobbed. I can't believe an authoritative man like him can cry too.

Slowly I turned my head to face him. The scribe was leaning his head against the iron fence of my bed with his hands becoming his forehead pillow. Before Juragan realized it, I immediately turned my face in the direction it was going.

Her crying sounded bitter. But more heart-wrenching. His guilt towards me was no greater than his guilt towards his wife, Bu Sri.

My fingers shook squeezing the mattress for enduring the pain. Apparently, the pain that I felt when my crown was forcibly snatched away was no more painful than this feeling.

My growing disgust for him. To her, I was nothing more than the mother of her baby. Right, her care and attention is only for her baby. Not for me.

I took a heavy breath. My tears were unstoppable again, flooding the mattress under the cheeks.

"I have injured two women" he added, still sobbing.

Suddenly he pulled my hand making me quickly turn my head. Both hands squeezed, grasped tightly and then kissed her so that my hands were alkaline exposed to her tears. "I'm sorry, Maya. I beg you to forgive me. I won't hurt you."

Our eyes stared at each other. The same eyes wet. Two pairs of eyeballs that describe each other's feelings.

"I'm sorry, Maya." He repeated the same sentence.

The sound of the door opening. Together we looked towards the voice. Bu Sri's. He was standing at the door. His eyes stared at our hands together.

"Sri ...," Juragan said, letting go of his grasp.