My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Chapters 19. Pov Mas Bram's

After driving Raisa to Mama's house, I immediately returned to the rented house in Tanggerang. In the Room, I lay down my body to release the fatigue of body and mind. Still ringing the figure of Raisa who has now met her husband earlier. 

Ah, Natalia ... Raisa ... fortunately she called immediately, and luckily I was in Jakarta. So without taking long, I was able to pick her up.  

While on the way to Bogor Square, I had no intention of using the opportunity in a narrow way to him. Even though he has stated that he wants to be my wife, and certainly he really wants to be invited to sleep together at the hotel.

But ... don't! If you just need to fuck a beautiful woman, I can get it anytime. I really love him and have no heart to him, so there is not the slightest intention of the heart to dirty him. I have a moral agreement with her husband.

Oh yes, my name is Bram Syahputra, called Mas Bram by Raisa. My home city Surabaya. Now my status as a widower, after divorcing a wife I still love in Banyuwangi. He's suing for divorce, because I owe a lot to his brother. He said he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his extended family.

“We'd better get divorced, Mas!” my mother said the children at that time.

“Why should the solution be divorced, Ma? Give me a chance to improve. Remember, we already have three children, about my debt is strong pay, wait for my efforts to rise again.” I asked her not to get divorced. However, his ego was high, we eventually divorced.

Until now I was very traumatized by divorce in a household. Maybe for couples who do not have children, it will not be too heavy to divorce, but if you already have it like me, divorce is a heavy step in this life.

I admit it's too rash to go into debt for a speculative venture. But, what I regret, it is more concerned with the dignity of his extended family than the wholeness of our small family. And the decision to divorce is more emotional than rational. Of course, because of the divorce, the victims are our children.

Ah ... never mind. He may not be my soul mate. Most importantly I am still responsible for the debt to his brother, and every month I still give a living to his children.

Since the divorce, I have decided not to marry again. I just feel sorry to see the children will have to call Mama to another woman who is not her birth mother. Let me live alone until old age. Because, tired of building a household; all the power to match two different souls, unite different thoughts and desires, uh, suddenly had to divorce too. 

However, after I met Raisa, the desire to build a household grew. For some reason, Raisa's face is similar to my ex-wife when she was the same age as Raisa. Not only his face, but his prayers were equally diligent.

I must admit, the love for the ex-wife has not faded. But when I saw the figure of Raisa in the Massage House of Sister Irene, the passion of love in me blossomed again.

At first I was just curious about him. How can there be beautiful young women still wearing a hijab in a place like that. And I was surprised even more, how he still prayed diligently. After I talked to the owner of the Massage House, Ms. Irene, then I know a lot about who Raisa who uses the pseudonym Nanda.

“That innocent chick still exists, Ma'am?” I asked Irene at the time.

“Oh the Nanda? Yes, there is, Bram. But his son still prayed in his room. Want to massage with her again, Mas? Not kapok?”

“Ngak Mbak. I'm curious about him, Ma'am. Is it a husband or a widow?”

“Many customers are curious about him, Mas. If she says Diah, she's just left with her irresponsible husband ... Poor him too Mas.”

“Oh so ... ”

“Nanda ...! Cepetan prayer, is there a customer who nyari? If you pray, it must be long. Patient yes, wait for him!”

At first he I lured by giving him 400 thousand money, but he was not interested in me coming to him again. She was indeed different from other women who measured me only from the material alone. 

As a result, I often miss him. At least once every week, if I am not busy working, I would like to meet him at his PP Irine's place.

I think she's the kind of girl I find easy. It's not that easy, Fergus!

As a Surabaya man, my speaking style was outspoken. I expressed this heart intention unabashedly to him.

I offered him that he quit his job at PP, I would rent a nice house, and every month I took responsibility for his living expenses.

But apparently he misunderstood, and was deeply offended. Though I only worry women as beautiful as him if too long there can fall like the others.

I was too naive to judge her as a helpless woman against the plus-plus currents in the Massage House, but, after I investigated, I did, it turns out she is a tough woman who does not want to submit to the wishes of customers who ask for plus-plus services from her.

I am increasingly in love and love with him. 

Whenever I come face to face with him, this heart always rumbles. Want to quickly bring her to Surabaya and marry her.

I continued to try to get along, though helplessly persuaded to accept my love.

Every day I contact him by phone or meet him in person at the Massage Station where he works.

I could not bear to see his hard struggle borne alone. Therefore, I try to relieve it by transferring money to his account every month.

Not much anyway, nominally, because he did not ask for much.  But that I mean that he gets stronger against guests who ask for a plus-plus massage.

For me, just to see him smile, laugh and be able to joke, I am happy and have enough to treat this heavy longing. I waited patiently for his heart to open for me.

When I met her, I always slipped the words, "i really love my sister!."

Every time I leave him, I always say, "Dek Nanda. Think of my sincere intentions for the future of you and your son."

Ah .. I think he's Nanda, it turns out that Nanda's name was given by the sister of the Massage parlour. Her real name is Raisa.

I really hope Raisa wants to be my wife. I even told my mother in Surabaya that she would soon have another daughter-in-law.

“I might get married again to a woman from Bandung, Buk. Pray, yeah?” I told my mom through HP.

“ Yes ... yes ... Ibu do’ayakan soon get your soul mate again, son. Hopefully she can be salihah's wife.” He said he hoped I would get another wife.

For his own good, I did not dare to contact him.

A day, two days I still strongly resisted longing for him, although this jealousy always erupted in the chest cavity. Especially when night falls, I am always restless, unable to sleep imagining Raisa being rubbed by her husband who has returned to her.

A few days later, I got a call from a man who claimed to be her husband Raisa.

"Hallo .. is this Mr Bram's number?"

"Yes, right. It's who!"

"Raisa's husband!"

The deg!

I was shocked to hear that she claimed to be her husband Raisa. Darimama he knows my HP number.

"Father don't tease my wife anymore. Raisa is still my wife."

"Have you not been 10 months away from Raisa?"

"It's not your business. Raisa it's my business to watch out if you keep teasing him again;"

"Well, where do I meet you. Let's solve this problem."

I urgently need to settle it immediately with her husband Raisa. I fear that if I am not ready soon, I am afraid that anything will happen with Raisa.

Finally I met her husband Raisa at a restaurant in Tanggerang.

"By religious law, you're no longer Raisa's husband."

"But by country? I'm not divorced with him!" answer with my eyes.

"But Raisa's not coming back with you...That's the problem. are you going to force him to want to?"

He lowered. My words were like lightning striking his heart.

"I met Raisa at PP where she works. I don't think he's married. If she had a husband, she couldn't work there."

I see Raisa's husband still silent. It seems he is feeling sorry.

"Then why do you want to go back to him, after all, he's been stuck in a massage parlor that serves plus-plus?"

"Because .. I still love him Mr. Bram!"

"Then what would you do if Raisa still did not want you at all."

He fell silent. Then he told me about his quarrel with Raisa until he left her.

Exactly what he told me was very similar to what I experienced when fighting with my ex-wife. Slowly my feelings soon changed empathy for her husband Raisa.

"This is not why I don't want to go home. But I didn't dare before I could pay the money."

"Now do you still love him?"

"Very ...Mr ... !"  Her tears fell.

Ah, I don't have the heart for him. I felt guilty about taking Raisa out of her hands.

"What do you guarantee if Raisa wants you back?"

"I'm responsible, sir"

"If you run away from that responsibility again?"

"will not. Sir!"

"You want a signature on the stamp?"

"You sir."

"The concept if you are not responsible anymore, Raisa I bring to Surabaya.!"

"Yes sir, ready, sir!"

So is the story of my meeting with her husband Raisa named Rahman Akbar. I can't bear to see it. He should be given a chance once again. And Raisa must accept her husband back. For no man is perfect, neither is he, with all of us.

A month after Raisa and her husband returned home, I often visited Mama's house as a cure for my longing for Raisa. Sometimes 2 once, sometimes once a month. But I warned Mama not to tell Raisa if I often come to her house.