My Husband's Rose Is Getting Married Again

Rose's Presence.

Yesterday when the new Rose came out of the hospital. Rose wanted to order a taxi, but abandoned her intentions.

Rose PoV.

I'd better call Mas Adit one more time, who knows. I was hungry and wanted to eat with him.

"Who are you waiting for?" scurity asked towards me, I was currently leaning against one of the hospital poles.

"Waiting to pick up the husband sir." answered the smile I forced.

"Please sit down Ma'am" the security gave me my seat to sit in, maybe pity to see me standing on a big belly.

"Oh very nice of this man" my inner.

"Thank you Sir"

"Sama-sama" Ma'am"

I sat down near the receptionist, pressed a button, called my husband but not picked up.

I was upset, finally I decided to walk to a small stall of rames rice sellers. I eat, pity my son lately I'm often late to eat.

After being full I finally made the decision it was better to go first for a while to calm down. Apparently Adit can no longer be invited to deliberation. I then ordered a taxi.

He is always busy with his own business. If he works why he's never been in the workshop every time I visit.

If he had kept his promise of course I would not be reckless like this, I know if the Wife went from home in view from any point of view remains wrong, but am I wrong if I just want to entertain myself.

If he had come I would have taken him to a meal and the momentum would have been used as best I could, heart-to-heart speaking.

Where to take this household. And also I want to ask for an explanation why he will marry again to the Malaysian girl I read in the invitation yesterday Aisyah Nur Azis.

If I remember that, I'd give up. I will end my household, even though I have fought hard to survive. I'm just a woman in general who has limits on patience.

"Miss Rose, huh?"

The taxi driver surprised me. "Oh yes sir"

"Before a while" I said to the taxi driver. Then I pay rames rice.

"How much Ma?" ask me to the rice merchant.

"12 thousand only Mommy"

"Okay Ma'am" I immediately pay the nasi rames and then get into the taxi I turn off the phone. Let me teach Adit a lesson, if he'll lose it if I go. After arriving at the destination later I will tell Melati to borrow anyone's mobile phone there so that my family is not confused.

"Non's alone?" ask the taxi driver about 30 years old.

"Yes Sir"

"Don't call me sir, Ma'am, just call me Mas, let me stay young" hehehe. Kelakar.

"Oh yes, I just call brother yes" said I better succumb actually I'm lazy to speak stale.

"By non, just don't call Father."

"Elaah.. non, want to go far away alone, it's so pregnant anyway" said the driver seemed to talk a lot.

"Nothing bang" I replied as if nothing had happened.

"Indeed husband Non, can not nganterin first that? kok very much the same wife" nagging taxi driver.

I don't deny my mind is upset what the hell? this taxi driver is interfering with other people's business.

"When my wife is eight months pregnant, her mood changes sometimes, fox. But I'm happy to get through this moment, whatever he asks me to do." he chuckled maybe he remembered his wife.

I still did not answer my gaze fixed on the sidewalk there was a large pregnant woman walking in her husband's armband. I swallowed saliva if I could be like that. My tears can't stand it. Lying if my mouth speaks not to cry anymore. Honestly my heart screamed.

I slept on my sidewalk hiding my cries to the taxi driver who had been pissing me off.

*****

"Non, get up, it's here." I heard a heavy sound wake me up.

"Heeemm" answered. It was like dreaming of waking up Mas Adit.

"It's up to Ciamis Non" I just realized it was in the car when the taxi driver repeated and called me Non.

I opened my eyes, then sat down and took the phone and checked the clock, it was almost maghrib, meaning the car was almost three hours away.

"Where are we going to Ciamis?" ask driver.

"I have not prayed ashar bang, stop for a while in the mosque in front of it yes" In front of me there is a mosque.

"Both non, I also want to pray, all maghrib yes" he said. The driver pulled over.

"Yes" I answered short, then we entered the mosque not far from the road. After the Ashar prayer I took a short break while waiting for the adzan maghrib. I pray using the mosque because I do not bring anything but clothes attached to the body.

After the prayer I recited the prayer for Mother, Father, and also for my household so that we could still be united, there was no third person. It was hard for me to live it.

"My earrings to the district baregbeg bang, but before stopping by the supermarket first, I want to buy souvenirs"

"Non Good"

I noticed the driver from behind, it turned out that the guy was good, I was wrong to have been upset with him last afternoon. It turns out that the person in addition to the responsibility is also attentive.

"Supermarket on the front is non?"

"Bang bang"

The driver parked in front of the supermarket then bought some souvenirs and also bought some warm clothes. Because, usually in the village of Nini, like cold because it is close to the beach.

"This is for brother" I give a snack also for him to make cool in the car when he returns to Jakarta later.

"Thank you non, thank God. sustenance must be happy wife, she was during pregnancy like snacking" he said.

I am so sorry this driver is so sorry for his wife. "Yes Allah... I want my husband to be like that" I said.

"Bang, we'd better eat first" I said worried he was hungry pity also driving half a day.

"No need non, at most will arrive at the house at nine, at the latest at ten, pity my wife, must wait" he said, I see in his eyes was honest.

I remember Adit, before there was a third man he loved me. Is he still as dear as he used to be? I don't know.

I miss him in truth.

"Here you go bang" I said I've reached the court of Nini's house. Nini is my grandmother My father's mother.

"Oh, well Non, helped bring the groceries?"

"No need to bang, just take it lightly, thank you" I said without waiting for the driver's answer I immediately entered the page.

I saw Uncle Jajang, sitting in the bamboo hall on the porch, still wearing koko and peci clothes. It seems that just coming home from the mosque sitting reading yasin unconsciously my presence.

"Assalamu aleikum"

Uncle looked up at me.

"Girishal"

"Who are you?" ask Uncle.

"Uncle forgot yes? I'm the Mang Rose"

Stunned uncle looked at me from top to bottom, knowing it had been a long time that we had never met. Moreover, I came in a state of great pregnancy.

"Yes Allah... Rose...who are you? where's your husband, where's Entis?" Uncle cling was looking for who I came with.

"I'm alone Uncle" I smiled. I noticed Uncle was shocked to accept the fact that I came alone.

"Experience to the Entis!" Uncle looked angry. Entis calls Father in his family.

"Uncle, don't get angry, I wasn't told to come in? pegel here" I diverted.

"Oh yeah, let's go in son" Uncle pushed the door in a hurry.

"Mom, Mommy. Exit Mak" Uncle excitedly called Auntie.

"What the hell, Abah, yelling like that?" Auntie came out carrying a basket where half-dry fish covered beside me.

Braaks.

Aunt dropped the basket.

"You're the Rose, right?"

I'm nodding. "Yes Bik" apparently Bibi still remembers me.

"How are you, son?" Aunt hugged me.

"Alhamdullilah Bi"

"Eni same Ridwan where Bi?"

"They're having a teen Masjid nak activity"

I'm nodding.

Eni Bibi's eldest child is third grade SMK, I often chat with him. While Ridwan is still third grade Junior High School.

"This is where Bi is"

"In the room, you want to meet up soon? come on, Auntie take it."

We arrived at Nini's room. He seemed to be sleeping. Nini according to the Father has ninety years although still healthy already senile we do not need to wake up for pity let alone tomorrow.

Flashback.