Marrying a Rich Bum

SECRET AGREEMENT

"I'm going to the bathroom." Mariana put the glass, stood pushing the chair using her thighs.

"Do you want me to take you?"

"I'm a granny!" mariana said, then walked to the bathroom quietly. Bima stared at Mariana's body which looked more round, until the woman disappeared in the corner of the turn towards the women's toilet.

"Oh!" cry Mariana, when the toilet lights suddenly go out. He opened the toilet door, his gaze met the figure of a woman standing with a sinister smile right before him.

"What do you want?" mariana asked flatly, although anxiety made her hands reflexively holding her stomach. His small actions caught Sarah's eyes which immediately grinned savagely.

"Whose son are you carrying?" ask Sarah coldly.

"Bima's son, of course," replied Mariana, not cold.

"Tell me the truth."

"Are you going to believe that I'm telling you the truth that this child is Bima's son?"

"Give me a reason I can trust."

Mariana advanced, her head looking up at Sarah who was one head taller than her.

"Let's go with me to the hospital now and you'll find I've aborted my baby before I get in touch with Bima. You can ask Bima when she touched me."

The flames were burning in Sarah's eyes. Hatred was clearly on his face. His eyes stared at the bitch.

"It's just right that Bima takes care of him a lot" Sarah sighed hatefully.

"of course. How not, if what's inside my stomach is his flesh and blood!"

It was a mistake, because as soon as the word was said, Sarah pushed Mariana's body into the toilet wall.

"Let's!" shouted Mariana restrained. The hand with the clenched fingers and long fingernails was now clutching her neck, making Mariana's face slowly paled.

"I didn't hurt a pregnant woman and I didn't kill a baby unless you didn't stay away from Bima. Just so you know, Bima has abandoned her child that I bear and I gave birth to with great difficulty. He never touched her at all. She hated. He had killed the boy for being abandoned and cold!"

"I-I-I don't know. T-but please take it off. I didn't b-i-sa b-er.. na-fas." Mariana shook her head slowly between Sarah's clutches.

Seeing Mariana's face turning blue, Sarah let go. The pregnant woman coughed.

"Tell Bima the child is not her child, and go away from her."

Mariana returned Sarah's gaze, her originally defiant face turning soft.

"Bima never hated your son. Maybe you misunderstood, Sarah."

Sarah nodded firmly. "No. He hated our baby, because he was doing a great career. He doesn't want the scandal between us to destroy him."

Mariana frowned. "Are you willing to tell me who Bima really is? Because all this time he's been behind the mask of a jobless man who doesn't have a house."

"What would I get if I told you?"

Mariana thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I will go from Bima and take this child away from her."

"Whose child is in your stomach?"

Mariana shook her head slowly. "To be honest, I don't know. But first I wanted to ask you, do you know why I married Bima?" ask Mariana.

"I've been finding out the truth because I'm afraid Bima tricked you like she did to me first."

Mariana smiled. "Then you know the child in this womb is not necessarily the child of Bima?"

Sarah nodded.

"I knew I was pregnant with that son of a bitch, a few weeks after we got married. I know he's not Bima's son, because we never had a relationship. Our wedding was on paper. Then I had a hemorrhage a while before my relationship with Bima improved. A few weeks later, we got in touch. So I don't know whose child is in my womb, but believe me, I don't want to contain the rapist's seed in my womb, so let me take it as the child of Bima."

Sarah was silent, looking at Mariana with a judging look.

"I'm not lying. Like Bima, I'm sure you can tell if someone's lying, even if I don't know how."

"Yes, you're right. I-i can. But you're a little harder."

"Why?" ask Mariana curiously.

"You'll never understand it. Now, are you sure you want to know Bima's past, at the risk you promised?"

Without thinking Mariana nodded confidently. His curiosity about who Bima really is, made his mind blind.

"But we're not going to do it here. Soon Bima will come to see you because you've been here too long." Sarah reminded.

"Oh. You're right. What am I supposed to say?"

"Just tell me your stomach is heartburn. I'll see you tomorrow at this address. Go alone." Sarah handed out a business card with an address and phone number, then disappeared into the toilet cubicle to coincide with the lights on and the door swinging open.

"Marina...." Bima's voice rang out right as her head emerged from behind the door.

"Oh, am I taking too long?" mariana asked, looking at Bima with a spoiled look.

"T-So my stomach's constipated. Looks like the ravioli are too spicy." Mariana.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"How do I tell you, if I'm in the toilet and you're sitting at the dinner table," Mariana wrestled in Bima's hand, bringing her back to their table.

Bima stroked Mariana's head, shuffling her hair in a fit of anxiety.

"But I'm hungry again."

"What?!" bima asked holding back the tickle.

Mariana nodded confidently.

"What do you want to order?"

"I don't want to be here. I want your homemade soup cream at home."

Bima smiled, muttering Mariana's waist took her away.

Sitting in the car, Mariana's eyes catch Sarah's heaviness getting into the red sports car at the end of the parking lot, then sliding away.

"Did Sarah bother you in the toilet?" ask Bima suddenly.

Mariana looked in shock, quickly shaking her head. "No. He didn't even go to the toilet."

"Did you just come out when I peeked in?"

Mariana nodded in disarray.

"Why?" ask Mariana.

"No. But he was in the middle room when I came in. Maybe he doesn't realize you're in there. Thankfully."

"How do you know he's in the middle room?" mariana asked, shrinking suspiciously.

Bima smiled. "I knew. But I can't tell you. I'm really sorry," Bima said.

Mariana smiled, replying to Bima's apology with a nod of understanding.

"I knew. Not everything that happens in this world is necessary for us to know. Sometimes, being stupid and choosing not to want to know is better, right?" ask Mariana.

Bima nodded. "Yes. That's better. Thanks for understanding."

The car stopped in front of the main door of Bima's house, Mariana went down. Bima took him in.

"Do you still want soup cream?" ask Bima.

Mariana shook her head. "It seems I'm sleepy. I'm gonna go to bed."

Bima smiled again, nodded, then took Mariana straight to the room.

Mariana went to take a shower. Twenty minutes later the woman looked fresher with after pink pajamas pictured brown bears and wet hair.

"You want me to dry your hair first?" ask Bima.

Mariana shook her head. "don't want. Hair dryer makes me sultry. Just look at this."

"But your hair is wet."

"It's okay. M... Bima, can you bring me some milk?" ask Mariana.

Bima nodded. "Of course."

As soon as Bima came out of the room, Mariana grabbed the phone from inside her bag and took out the business card she had hidden behind the casing. Mariana copied Sarah's phone number, labeled her Mom and Baby Spa. Then Mariana hid the business card behind a pile of shoe boxes, after writing the address listed there into the office address field on the contact data.

Bima came in, carrying a glass of warm white milk.

"Thank you...." Mariana received a glass of milk, sipping it slowly until the toilet was whole.

"Sleep. I'm gonna put a glass down and see Boggy for a second."

Mariana nodded. Boggy, the giant dog that Bima last week helped on the side of the road when her leg was injured, who now inhabits an iron cage behind Mariana's house.

After Bima died, instead of sleeping, Mariana again pulled out the phone.

Sarah, it's me, Mariana.

Don't call me at home. Bima can't be lied to. He'll know you're hiding something. Just delete the message. Sarah's reply came in less than a second.

Panicked, Mariana deleted Sarah's message quickly while glancing at the door, hoping Bima was still in Boggy's cage. Then Mariana curled up in her bed, leaving the phone in a dead position on the nightstand.

Bima opened the door a few minutes later, when Mariana was already curled up asleep. Bima put a blanket over Mariana and kissed her forehead. The woman did not move.

When she was about to pick up her phone, Bima looked at Mariana's phone lying on the nightstand, the screen was off.