Married The Man Who Tainted Me

part 16's

The Part 16

"Then?" My curiosity is growing.

"Handoko used to marry a young girl. He's a student ...."

"Keep, Grandma?" I was curious to raise my head from Nek Darti's lap. It turned out that with me was the third marriage. And Bu Sri was not the only woman in her heart.

"That's not Handoko's will. She forced her mother to marry the young woman to have children. Handoko also does not take it for granted. He asked for his blessing from Sri. But, Sri's jealousy is so excessive that it's like a stressed person."

Oh, so. I've misunderstood. Why is Madam Sri so bucin? Didn't he have so much money that he could forget his heartache by doing whatever he wanted. It's like shopping, or walking around like most rich people I know when her husband's double.

"What ... is his young wife not pregnant, Grandma?" If it is true not to get pregnant also after marrying another woman, it is appropriate that Ms. Sri was so kutueh said the baby I was carrying was not a child of Juragan.

Nek Darti shook his head. "No" he answered briefly.

I can't hide my surprise from Nek Darti. If the second wife, Juragan Handoko, also can not have children, then what about the child I have?

It is fitting that Ms Sri was so strong in her belief that this was not her husband's child. He has been preached but still faithful. It's only natural that Ms. Sri is possessed every time Juragan Handoko is with me. He felt his loyalty was not appreciated.

Suddenly a feeling of compassion and salute became one in my heart. Bu Sri is a great woman. I myself am not able to accept that fact.

"Why haven't I heard this news, Grandma?"

"Yes that. It's hidden until it really has a child."

Oh, murmured my heart while the mangosteen.

*****

The more days my stomach gets bigger. My drunk is gone. Eating no longer needs to be fed. And no longer need the presence of the Juragan to eliminate the feeling of dizziness and nausea.

Nek Darti also often advises, if the womb is nearing labor, then diligently brought to work so that it is not difficult during childbirth.

I often helped ease Nek Darti's work, such as sweeping the yard, inside the house, mopping up washing dishes.

"Don't do the job, Maya. Later Nek Darti ngerjain what?" jest. I laughed too.

Since my hangover disappeared, I became more active at home. I'm also getting more and more familiar with Nek Darti. Nek Darti is a loving figure, it is worth keeping working here. And Nek Darti is also well needed, the Juragan family is also royal, that's why it feels at home working in this family. Nek Darti knows the ins and outs of this family.

I have also rarely met and communicated with the Magician. Our house is next door. However, it is restricted to a high wall fence. The Juragan house is not large and the courtyard is spacious and fenced in walls that become a barrier to my house and the Juragan house. So that just going into the house is not visible.

Every now and then the Juragan sent me a message asking only my circumstances, but I never replied.

But, Juragan always monitored me through Nek Darti. Am I okay? Giving more money to spend on nutritious fruits and vegetables for me and my fetus.

Herbs, fruits and vegetables spent must be as Juragan ordered. He said it was good for the fetus and his mother. Any idea where he's from? Did he search on Google?

Ah, surely Ms. Sri is happy now. After hearing Nek Darti's story, I became sorry for her. A strong woman and stay faithful. So bucinkah?

"You want to go to the market?" asked Nek Darti with a shopping cart. I'm shaking.

"Yaudah, Grandma Darti go first, yes."

During my stay in this house, I never left the house. Just a morning walk I was around the yard.

Though I really want to go out even though I only go shopping to the market. But .. I wasn't ready to meet the neighbors.

I'm still embarrassed. Especially with a stomach that has bruised, will add to the gosipan ingredients of the neighbors. Let them be curious about my news for never seeing me.

I haven't opened a Facebook account in a long time. If you remember, ever since the abuse happened to me. Since then I have had no spirit. Become quiet. And all the apps that connect the conversations I deleted.

But, Mother was never sensitive to my changes. Just asking what or why never. Mom just demanded we as kids have to get up early, do that and this. "Girls can't be lazy." So Mom said if I and Aini get up late in the morning.

"Sickness is not to be inflicted. Brought motion let the sweat come out," said Mother if we complain of not feeling well. Though every midwife treatment must say, "Enough rest, yes." And when buying stall drugs also often there is the inscription 'rest'. I don't know where Mom's theory is from.

But, it all had a good impact on us his two daughters. We are not lazy girls who wake up during the day despite the school holiday season. We cook whatever we can. Even a new recipe is easy. Because it already knows the basic taste of various kitchen spices.

There's nothing more I can do. All the homework is done. Nek Darti is on the market. I picked up the phone and fell on the couch playing it.

One WhatsApp message came in. My forehead frowned so knowing from the Magician. I clicked a message from him to read it all.

[While you don't need me? Can I accompany you again?]

I ignored that message. Move to another app that is more fun for me. The facebook! I haven't been active in social media for a long time.

Kuscroll my homepage. See photos of friends together during school first. Suddenly a longing spread in my heart. It was beautiful at the time, I thought.

Re-entering a message from Juragan. [Do you still hate me until you keep ignoring me? After our time together, do you still not know me?]

I took a deep breath. Then type letter by letter to reply to a message from him for the first time. [Don't I ever tell you, don't over-treat me. Even if my heart is empty, there will be no room for you.] Undeliverable.

Directly tick two in blue. He seemed ready to wait for my reply.

[Can't my kindness and attention be a consideration for you?]

[Didn't the Scribe ever say, everything you do is solely for your child who is in my womb. Not me?]

[So hard is your heart?]

[Yes] I answered briefly.

Seen in his chat field typing, then lost. Typing again and then lost again until a few times. Is he looking for an alibi? Until it finally seemed he was inactive again.

It's still noon. The sleepiness has attacked. As a result of just falling. Can't bear to finally close my eyes.

Just shut down, my phone rang again. The distinctive sound of the green app forced me to open my eyes. Definitely Juragan, my thick heart. I don't know why my heart is so big. Curious about the message I was waiting for. What words he had difficulty putting together to shake me.

Without thinking, I immediately opened the phone and headed for the application that connected our device.

I scrunched my forehead. It doesn't seem to be a Juragan. A message from a no I don't know yet. Without photos. I clicked directly.

[Maya, it's me]

My heart was pounding so much reading a new message that I didn't know from whom. One name is so strong in my mind. It's just that I don't dare to mention that name. 'Is that you'? my question is in my heart.