Not a Savings Woman

Accident

It has been two days for Haris to go to Bali. Even if he didn't tell Ainaya. Out of curiosity, she opened the husband's sosmed account. Seen some photos together in tourist attractions on the island. They look friendly and make everyone envious. 

"And it was I who originally wanted to come to this place, Mas. But you're just taking Jihan."

Remember when he wanted to go to Bali but was rejected by Haris raw, even consider it just pretend. 

Ainaya picked up the bag and walked out of the room. She felt bored and wanted to see the beautiful scenery outside to eliminate the annoyance of her husband and Jihan. 

''I came to aunt's house. It hasn't been there for a long time either." Stop the passing ojek. 

Since moving house, Ainaya had never come to the aunt's house, he only occasionally asked them by phone. And this time want to visit and ask for prayer to be launched during childbirth later. 

Just getting off the ojek, one of the residents called out to Ainaya from a distance. 

Ainaya turned towards the source of the voice while stroking his stomach which continued to twitch. 

"What's up, Mom?" ask a woman who approaches him. 

The woman did not answer, her eyes focused on Ainaya's distended stomach and then turned to look at her face with a suspicious look. 

"I'm pregnant, Mom. I got married ten months ago.'' Ainaya dismantles her status as Haris's wife. 

The woman was bearded, but the look on her face seemed to be in disbelief. 

"Where's your husband? How come I never see it?" ask her in a cynical tone. 

Ainaya smiled. He was confused as to what to answer. Because, when married was hidden from neighbors as his fate is now hidden like a mistress.

"Now I live in my husband's house, and he never came here" Ainaya replied lyingly. 

For whatever reason, he didn't want to be in this situation. It's just that circumstances put him in a very difficult and complicated position. 

"Excuse me, Mom." Ainaya left the woman. Avoiding questions that might be difficult to answer. 

Ainaya stood at the door of the uncle's house. It is clearly seen the attitude of the citizens are very different, even from them blatantly mocking and insulting him. 

"It should never have been seen that she was pregnant" concluded a man who had just passed by. 

Ainaya tried to close his ears and ignore their conversation. Closing their eyes not to look at their intimidating gazes. 

Laughter sounded from within. Ainaya who was almost holding the knop paused his intention. Heard the conversation between his uncle and aunt from outside. 

"May Ainaya and Haris remain husband and wife. That way our lives are assured, sir," said the aunt accompanied by the sound of laughter. 

Ainaya could only sigh deeply. It turns out that not only Haris and Jihan enjoy happiness over her suffering, her uncle and aunt are the same. They seemed to want her to continue to suffer under the inner pressure of being a second wife. 

"Yes, Mom. Hope Haris doesn't divorce her until later," the uncle added. 

Ainaya turned her body. Why does he come to a man who wants no presence at all. Better to go find another place to calm his own heart. 

Ainaya returned before meeting his uncle and aunt. He went to a restaurant near his house. 

Ainaya sat on the edge. Right behind the glass windows that connect with the city park. Pensively trace the relationship that occurred between himself and Haris. 

''I suffer because of my own decision. Many times mas Haris said that he only wanted to have children, but I was too confident and loved him. Until whenever his love is only for Jihan, not for me."

"Excuse me, miss," said a heavy voice from the side, blowing away Ainaya's daydream. 

"I–ya, what's wrong?" ainaya replied nervously. 

"There's no place anymore. Can I sit here?" ask the man who is standing with food. 

Ainaya serves every seat. It turned out that all was full only one empty seat in front of him. 

"Please!" tell Ainaya to turn his eyes away. 

As Ainaya stood up, suddenly the phone from his bag rang. He had to sit down again. 

Andik's name twinkled on the screen making Ainaya frown. 

"What's up, huh?" ask Ainaya inwardly. Instantly his heart was racing. It was as if there was a fear that was enveloping. 

Ainaya shifted the green badge of the receiving sign. 

"Hello, what's wrong, Mr Andik?" ask Ainaya doubtfully. 

"Sorry to interrupt, miss. I just want to tell you that Mr. Haris was in an accident" Haris said clearly. 

Ainaya. It was only a few minutes that she saw a picture from her husband's account, and now she hears that the man was in an accident. 

"How is he doing, sir?" ainaya asked with trembling lips. His body was so weak that he could not stand up.

The sitting man was forced to stop his activities and take out a tissue and give it to Ainaya. 

"I don't know yet, Miss. Now I'm in front of the house, you." Andik dizzy looking for Ainaya's whereabouts. 

"I'm at the restaurant. Wait there to arrive soon. Ainaya disconnected her connection. He stood up and left hurriedly. Ignoring his painful stomach, it was important that he had to meet the assistant. 

Just twenty minutes apart, Ainaya had already arrived at his house. She approached Andik and again asked the situation of her husband. 

"I don't know yet, my plan is to go to Bali. Would you like to come?" ask Andik enthusiastically.

Ainaya lowered his head. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to meet Haris, but he was afraid that the man was angry because he was sassy to follow. 

"I will come along," Ainaya replied after a few seconds of silence. He had to make sure Haris was okay. 

Ainaya rushed to the room. He put some clothes in his bag. Andik took care of his departure to Bali. Buy tickets for two people, as well as tell mom Ida and Mr. Indrawan. It was impossible for them to leave together considering that there was an Ainaya.

Ainaya shed tears. Gently rubbed his stomach. 

"Yet your son will be born. I don't want him to be an orphan. Hang on for your son, Mommy."

Haris awoke after several hours of unconsciousness. It was as if the whisper of Ainaya sounded roused to his almost fallen self. 

Some of the doctors in the room were shocked and looked at each other. They immediately put a breathing hose on Haris' nose that looked dazed.

"Sa--- where am I, Doc?" asked Haris in a disjointed voice.

The doctor smiled a little. Tells the story of what happened to Haris some time ago.