Not a Savings Woman

Badly presumed

It had been almost a week that Ainaya had a fever. Even if Haris doesn't see him. The man only twice sent food and vitamins upset Ainaya. 

As of this moment, Ainaya could only remain silent. Waiting for the arrival of porridge purchased online. Let alone to cook, to walk he is not able because his body is too weak. 

The sound of knocking on the door blew away Ainaya's daydream. He staggered open the door. It turned out that the porridge seller was coming. 

"Thank you, ma'am," said Ainaya with trembling lips. 

"Sama-sama," the woman replied then passed. 

Ainaya closed the door. Back to the dining room. Opening chicken porridge. Since hearing Ida's words, he could not calm down. I'm actually imagining what happened. 

I wanted to ask Haris, but he never came to his house. 

"If this continues to pity my son." Rubbing stomach. 

Clear circles dripped from the corner of his eyes. The shadow of his parents flashed as if giving strength to be able to stand upright. Challenging the problem that is getting slapped. 

"I have to call Haris."

This time Ainaya called Haris. Whatever the man's response, he will remain at the home of his uncle and aunt. 

"Hello, what's wrong? Didn't I tell you not to call me often. I don't want my wife to know" Haris said in a sharp tone. 

Ainaya did not care, bodo very much with the disgrace of others. What he needs now is comfort to live. 

"Sorry, Mas. I'm just saying that I'm going home to my uncle and aunt."

"Who, Honey?" A woman's voice behind the phone. It was confirmed that it was Sura Haris' first wife. 

"not nobody. Please make me coffee," replied Haris. 

Jihan left Haris still sticking a flat object in her ear. Execute the man's orders. 

"Don't go where, I'll come." Haris closed the connection. Approaching Jihan who almost boiled water. 

"Not so, honey. I'm out for a minute on important business." Tidying up her slightly tangled appearance, kissing Jihan the sign of goodbye. 

Ainaya let out a long breath. Trying to swallow the porridge, though it was difficult. For the sake of his son he was willing to eat bland food. 

Fifteen minutes into Haris's arrival at his home. The man entered without knocking on the door. Approaching the indifferent-looking Ainaya. 

Not a gentle greeting like a husband to his wife, precisely Haris showed anger by pounding the table. 

"How dare you get out of here, huh?" Haris gripped Ainaya's chin firmly. His eyes lit up with hatred. 

Ainaya remained silent in order to endure the pain from Haris' sturdy hand. Her tears kept flooding her cheeks. Not weak and unable to resist, just that his body was too weak to move. 

"I'm ill. I can't live alone like this." Both of Ainaya's hands trembled as she touched the husband's arm. 

Haris took off Ainaya's chin violently. Turned body. Ainaya. 

"No way, you can only go after the child you bear is born" Haris stressed, but he was a little soft and not scary. 

Ainaya tries to understand Haris's wishes, but this time he can't do anything alone. 

"Then accompany me for a day" Ainaya's pinta fished. 

Not wanting to be near Haris, but trying to test the man's concern for his own biological child. 

"Alright, but I can only be here two hours."

Ainaya lowered his head. A little hesitant to say what has been awkward. 

"You said your wife couldn't get pregnant, but why did your parents tell you she was pregnant?" Ainaya said straightforwardly. 

Did he accidentally meet with mommy sd an papa. He would dare to break everything. 

Haris is back in wrath. Staring at Ainaya again with a sharp look. 

"That's none of your business. Now you better shut up. Or I'll destroy your family" Haris threatened seriously. 

Haris left the dining room. He sat in the living room. Occasionally turned to Ainaya who had difficulty swallowing food. 

When did he meet papa and papa? Is this just a shits so he can be with me? 

Haris closed his eyes. Even though her body soul was in Ainaya's house, her heart remained in the house along with Jihan. 

A smile rose at the corner of Ainaya's lips when he heard Haris' snoring. This was not the first time she had seen her husband fall asleep, but there was something different about him. 

Ainaya who was very weak now can do his activities, even he went to the kitchen and cooked for Haris. 

"What is Haris' favorite food?" ask Ainaya to yourself. 

Ainaya made simple food. Didn't expect Haris to like at least he could serve like any other wife. 

The clock showed at four in the afternoon. However, there was no sign of Haris waking up. Ainaya who was in the room could only pacing back and forth without daring to wake up. 

"But if it's not built, it's angry." Ainaya came out of his room. Walk slowly towards Haris. The first thing he did was rub the man's arm. 

"Wake up! It's afternoon. He said you wanted to go home" Ainaya whispered. 

There was no answer, Haris' breathing sounded regular. It means that the man is still drowning in his dreams. 

"Did I just let him, but what if he got angry?"

Ainaya reawakens Haris gently, not wanting to make the man blame him. 

"It's late afternoon, sir. Wake up! He said you wanted to go home" Ainaya said in a higher voice. 

Haris squirms opening his eyes slowly. Collecting his life that was still scattered then looked at Ainaya who was standing on the side of the sofa. 

"What are you doing here?" Haris massaged the base of his nose. Trying to remember what happened before going to bed. 

"I've prepared food for you" Ainaya said without hesitation. 

Accepted or not she also wants to carry out her duties as a wife. 

"No need, I can eat at home." Without saying goodbye, Haris walked out of Ainaya's house. 

Disappointment is certain, but Ainaya never regretted forgetting Haris' cold and haughty attitude. 

Arriving at home, Haris immediately walked towards the dining table. His hand stretched open the hood of the serving that was on the table. 

However, all was not as expected, there was not a single food presented there to make Haris upset. 

"Jihan.." cried Haris staring at the tightly closed door of the room. 

Not long after, Jihan came out of her room to approach Haris. 

"What the hell is it, Mas?" screeched Jihan while confirming her eyebrow fur that was almost loose. 

"Aren't you cooking?" ask Haris lirih. Holding his stomach hungry. 

"Good, why? I thought you were eating out" Jihan said casually. Not feeling guilty made Haris angry. 

Haris chose to go to the room. Harboring emotions that almost filled his crown. 

"If you know this, I will eat at Ainaya's house. Unknowingly, he remembered his second wife.