Married The Man Who Tainted Me

part 8's

"Hello, you heard me, right? Gus ... Listen, right?" No word yet, I'm looking at the phone once again, still connected. My heart became anxious.

Again, I called him and said that I was still waiting for him. Expect it. Begging him to arrive soon.

"I'm sorry, Maya." Tuout. Phone disconnected. My mouth has been gaping but has not had time to say, Agus has decided the phone from across there. Without giving any reason and not giving me a chance to ask why.

Collapse is my hope. My knees are weakened unable to support my body which is also weakened. I fell to my knees. Agus, he gave the rope of hope, he decided. My wing has broken next door. Can no longer fly in pursuit of happiness.

Get angry! Wanted to be angry at him. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. In this old house. The place he promised. That will be the starting point of my and her journey.

The scribe approached and sat down to meet me with one knee bent. I let him take his phone out of my hand. "We go home, yuk," he gently persuaded. I wiped my tears with tissue. Helplessly brushed that hand.

"Same father I must be worried."

I don't mind his words.

There's no other choice. Surrender and surrender to a destiny that I cannot change.

"What did he say?" My eyes were empty ahead.

"Just say, pick you up. He asked me to take care of you."

"How could he leave me to a depraved human like you." I looked at him. Instantly he lowered his head as my eyes stared intently at his eyes. As if ashamed of his actions.

"I'm sorry, Maya. Let me take responsibility for what I do. I'm not that kind of person."

"Then, what kind of person?"

"I'm khilaf."

"The philaf?"

"Please. Let me take responsibility as his father."

"Are you barren?"

He was silent for a moment. "Let's go home. Don't let your parents worry." Soon he stood up and took my bag of clothes and took it to the car. Without coercion I followed him from behind.

*****

"Sorry, Sir, Mom. I took Maya out without excuse" Juraga said, courtesy after we entered the house. I can't believe that man saved me without being asked. Like I didn't run away from home.

"I saw it outside the house. Then take him out just a walk and chat to get to know each other. To reduce the awkwardness between us."

"This, Sir. Maya said it's my favorite." Juragan offers Egyptian martabak. He asked me what my favorite food was while on the road. He seems to be the kind of person who is good at taking hearts.

"Thank you." Mother represents Father taking martabak offered by the Juragan.

"Next time do not repeat. As long as she's not your wife, she's my responsibility." Father Message.

The scribe nodded his head. "Once again I'm sorry, sir. It's too bad to take him without excuse."

Apparently, besides being good at damaging women he is also good at protecting women. Put my mistakes to him. Though he could have taken advantage of this situation to make me worse. But, he didn't do that. What the hell, why do I praise him? No. .. no!

After a little talk, Juragan immediately excused. I'm actually comfortable that he stays here. Not because I was starting to put my heart down, but I was afraid that there would be a fiery outpouring of anger. Who was arrested earlier. With the oracle, the rampage would not have happened.

"Take your pride" said the father before entering the room. The look on his face illustrates the annoyance. As expected, Father and Mother know the truth.

"Thankfully you didn't go with Agus. Otherwise you'll regret it." Mother tried to dampen emotions by clenching both hands.

I expressed my intention to ask about Agus. Free. The reason is not far because Juragan did it and is ready to take responsibility.

"Out there are many who demand responsibility. You want to run away, instead. You idiot!"

"Why not just report it, ma'am?"

"Lha, first why don't you report it." I asked her back, a question that made me feel cornered. I lowered my head. There was shame in my heart.

"There are no witnesses, ma'am," I replied quietly as I tried to hold back the tears that were ready to spill.

There really are no witnesses. But that's not the reason. Besides disgrace, I was sold to pay off a debt that was used for hospital expenses when I was treated for my stomach acid relapse. I was thinking, let it be if the hospital fees are burdensome to my parents. So, in this way I bear it even though the mind does not accept it. And it turns out, it was all Juragan slander for Father.

"So, how do you say you want to report? Wear this ...." Mother tapped her forehead with her index finger, while the other hand rattled her waist.

"If reported, we may be the ones who report. He demanded back because he had been slandered. Huh ... stupid!" aspersion Mother. Viewing me as an enemy. After that, I entered the room.

My attitude is cold again. Not only that, the words that came out were like daggers. Always heartbreaking. Really, my feelings mean nothing. As for my wishes, no one would understand. All forced me to live this destiny.

*****

In the morning blind Bu Sri called, invited cooperation in exchange for which I was very tempting.

"I will obey everything you want. I'll help you smooth your relationship with Agus. How's it?"

I, who was still lying down, got up to pull up the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed. My fatigue from lack of sleep instantly turned to spirit. Suddenly Bu Sri transformed into a good cooperation friend. Ms. Sri will help get me off the rope that holds me. And she, will not share a husband with me. Equally beneficial.

"What should I do?" many enthusiast. I put on a good ear. Closely placed the phone on the right ear. Listen carefully so that no sentences are missed.

"You made a confession that my husband wasn't the culprit. All this time you deliberately accused my husband because the person who impregnated you ran away. Agreed?"

Whahuh? My inner squeal. My spirit's shrinking. My body is sluggish. Put the hand that still holds the phone on my right.

My world stopped turning. My heart stopped beating. Empty views. For a moment I forgot to breathe. Until I realized my gait was ringing again. Kulirik, still the same number. Number that has not been saved but I already know him once just look.

I'm slow to get that flat thing. Push the green button. Then, put it back on the ear.

Ms. Sri has urged an answer. "Where? Not a hard thing, is it?"

My brain has a hard time working to digest what my sense of hearing captures. The question was just swirling around in the head. While the sound of Bu Sri is still noisy in the ears. Along with that, there was something slipping in the chest. My breathing cavity can't breathe air perfectly.

Again, I realized when Ms. Sri called my name. Demand approval from me. "alright. I'll wait for you later, yeah."

I didn't answer a word. Ms. Sri was so enthusiastic. He taught me that this was good for me.

After the conversation ended. I took a deep breath. Then exhale back violently.

How could I admit this wasn't the work of the Juragan? I'm not an academy break-up artist, who's already given a report and then retracted the report. The cooperation offered by Bu Sri, who actually benefits the most?