Me, Dama & Rania

Burned Jealousy

It was a pretty exhausting day for me. Sitting in the park waiting for the promised time. He called me this afternoon and promised to pick me up.

30 Minutes past what Dama promised. Up to 1 hour never come or give news. I thought positively, maybe he was stuck in traffic. And time is increasing, 2 hours of waiting. Disappointment is starting to come.

He seems to be just playing me. All right, I better go home by myself.

Walking out of the campus.

Kuraih my phone in the bag, planning to order ojol, but my phone battery is low and finally dead. The sky that was already cloudy, now dripping little by little water, it rained quite heavy. I ran to the shop terrace in front of my campus. I opened the bag looking for an umbrella, apparently nil. I forgot to bring it. Clothes and veils are quite wet, making it feel cooler.

"How do I get home? it's magrib time, angkot no one has passed through here. The rain is getting heavier. If you know this, I went home by myself from earlier. Ouchhh. Laper, haven't eaten yet. O Allah.." Disappointed, sad, hungry and cold are mixed together.

Ttin Ttin

The sound of a white sedan car horn was right in front of me. I remember whose car it was. The man got out of his car with an umbrella.

"Andini.why here?" The Word asked me.

"Shade prof" I replied as I was.

"Yes I know, but it's night. Why are you still here?" The Word asked back.

"Em.I was going to order ojol but lowbat phone prof"

"Ooo. Where's yourhouse?"

"In the Kemuning area prof"

"OK, we happen to be in the same direction. Come on in the car, I'll take you. Here it's lonely, not good beautiful girl alone. Later to be kidnapped" Word pulled my hand toward his car and opened the door for me. I dare not refuse, because he is a lecturer in my campus.

His age is still young, guess the age of Dama 30 years and duren aka duda cool. All students are interested in the Word and willing to be stepmother Mentari, a beautiful little girl aged 4 years.

His wife died giving birth to Mentari. His love for his late wife seems to be deep. Until now, Firman is still at home caring for Mentari with the help of his parents.

"Wear this!" Word took the jacket in the back of his car.

"Do not prof" I refused because I hesitated.

"Your clothes and veil get wet, you'll get sick"

I nodded then immediately put on the jacket that the Word gave me. The masculine scent immediately smelled in my nose. The jacket is really nice.

Ooo gini smells duren (cool widower)

I didn't realize I was smiling.

"Why smile at your own smile?" Word was surprised to see me smile after smelling the scent of his jacket I was wearing.

"e e.gak papa prof" I replied embarrassedly and our gazes met.

"If it's off campus, call it a name"

"Huh??" I scratched my head which arrived itchy.

"Oh prof, I can't call you by name"

"I allow it, call the Word"

"Em..mas How's the word?" ask me because I am really ashamed.

"Okay, good too" the Word agrees.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" the question that confused me was what to answer.

"e not mas"

"Ooo..great" I immediately frowned I don't understand. I'm honest that I don't have a boyfriend, but a husband. Husband contract.

Soon Firman's car entered the elite housing, where the house I lived with Dama.

"You live here?" The Word asked as if it would be a wonder I could stay in a place like this.

"Yes mas"

"This one?" Firman pointed to a modern minimalist style house with stone walls, white paint, trees in the front and wooden floors. Typical tropical nuances of Bali.

"Yes" I nodded. Word stopped the car right in front of the house, opened the car door for me. Things that Dama never did.

"Next time I can stop by, right?" a difficult question for me to answer.

"OK.I don't feel repotinated. Jump in a warm bath yes, you can get sick because of the wet rain earlier"

"i am yes"

"I'm going home first, right? see you tomorrow on campus" gives the sweetest smile that can make a girl clamps.

"Yes, my heart is on the way" I waved my hand. Then get into the house.

chequeleked

I opened the door and entered the house slowly. Living room, living room, dining table, kitchen, back garden empty no Dama.

"Alhamdulillah" I stroked my chest, grateful not to meet her. I'm lazy, I'm disappointed and angry at his false promise.

I climbed the stairs one by one slowly, I was grateful to return because the door of the room was closed. Maybe he's asleep.

I opened the door slowly, entered the room, turned on the light and...

"Astaghfirullahaladhim..." I was surprised to see Dama sitting on my bed with his hands folded in front of his chest. From the look in his eyes he looked very angry. Butwhy? I should have been the one who got angry because he broke his promise.

"Where have you been?" Dama asked in a loud tone, making me startled to the point of reflex holding my chest.

"From college" I answered briefly.

"Sure from college?" Dama's like he's introgasin' me. Walking closer to me, lowered his face staring straight into my eyes.

"Yes, I'm from college" I answered honestly.

"Who are you going? Whose jacket is this?" he must have seen the Word drive me earlier.

"e e e.." I became angry because Dama looked very angry.

"ANSWER!!!" Dama yelled and pulled my chin rough.

"Ahh..mas sickt" I tried to take off Dama's hand grip on my chin.

"ANSWER!!!"

"Ma-s Fir-man, she's a professor on my campus" I replied with my chin still squeezed roughly Dama.

"WHAT??? Mas's? you call him mas? what kind of professor does a night like this have a wife?"

"Before mas, akhitt" my chin felt hot and sore. I stepped on Dama's foot hard.

"Aww.are you brave?" Dama was about to slap me but I immediately shouted to challenge him.

"Slap me mas..tamparr!!" I pressed my cheek forward to Dama. Dama held her hand in the air.

"Remember, covenant number one. It is forbidden to interfere in each other's personal affairs!!"

Plaques

The slap landed on my cheek hard, until the corner of my lip hurt a little blood. I held onto my sore cheek and stared at Dama with anger and disappointment. Wanted to cry but I held him strong.

"Am I wrong?"

"You're my wife, remember that!! can you cheat after a few days of marrying me?"

"Who cheated on me? he just drove me. I waited for you for hours until I was rained down, my phone was dead, public transportation was no longer passing in front of the campus" finally my defense broke down as well, crying as it became.

"I'm disappointed in you! You promised you'd pick me up. Butwhat?? you..."

"Mhmphhh..." Dama kissed me violently, with full of emotion. I hit him in the chest, pushing with all my might.

"Ahh.sak" my lips bitten by Dama until it feels sore. Dama continued to kiss me forcibly, ignoring me who kept thrashing.

"Ahh.." I bit back on Dama's lips to let me out of her tight embrace.

Plaques

I slapped Dama's cheek. My breath was puffing, my vision suddenly blurred and dark.

Brucks

"Andini.andini.wake up. Andinis.." Dama kept calling me, patting my cheek.

Seriate....