Not the Forbidden Miss

Twelve - Lunch Together

Let Mas Azril marry Farah. I don't care, but I keep asking her one condition. I want him not to demand that I have a husband and wife relationship again. I don't want to be touched anymore, because it's useless that he touches me not because he loves me, but it's a claim on me, because I'm his wife. I didn't want to leave myself to Mas Azril, after I found out, and I heard myself that if he didn't love me, he couldn't love any woman other than Farah.

“What are the conditions, Mala? Say!” pinta Mas Azril's.

“Terms don't touch me anymore! Let me sin not to be touched by you, for we are also equally sinful, you lie to mama, and I do not want to be touched by you. Perfect fit, right?” firmly answer.

“Terms what the hell is this, Mal?!” madder Mas Azril.

“Yes that's my condition! If you don't want to, please divorce me, and tell Mama, if you've married Farah? Done, right? Please choose which one! Divorce me, or don't touch me anymore!” my firmness.

“Mal, I'll be fair! Your terms weigh me down, Mal!”

“You said incriminate my terms? Then you'll be fair? If it's fair, you love me too! That's fair! Love does not touch, yes! It's really good, huh? Lying anyway? In vain I love my virgin to you, Mas!” my growl.

“Mala, I can't love anyone other than Farah, but I promise, I will try to learn to love you, just like I love Farah!” his speech.

“Learn? You know what it means to learn? Learning can fail and succeed, if it fails? Loss dong? I'm pregnant with your son, and you don't love me? Just love me? How can love be with my son?” my answer.

Azril was silent. Maybe he was digesting my words. I'm cruel, but let it be. It's all because I don't want to drop my pride anymore. I don't want to beg for love with my husband. Let me sin, I'm disappointed too. If you know this, as much as I love Mas Azril, I won't marry her. Yes, I admit, I loved her from first sight. Ever since he was introduced to me.

“I'm tired, I want to sleep! From now on, please you sleep here, I'm in the guest room!” my spoken.

“What the fuck are you, Mal? You want all our assistants to know we're like this? Later they said to mama how?” said Mas Azril.

“You're scared, Mas? Lying for three years you relax, only this is how you've been afraid? You want to marry Farah, that means she will also stay here right?” my answer.

“No, let him in his house. I'll be fair, a week here, a week there!” said it.

“It was like that yes free!” I said as I walked out.

“Where to go, Mala?”

“Sleep, in guest room!” my answer.

I left Mas Azril, I wanted to be alone, I didn't want to see Mas Azril anymore, because if I saw him, I wasn't strong with the look in his eyes. I was afraid of being hypnotized with her gentleness again. I will not give up my body again to the man who does not condemn me, even though it is my own husband. Let me be a sinner, for I do not want my husband to touch. I don't care, God knows what I feel right now.

I realize, polygamy allowed religion, but what was polygamy? Both sides of the family know. From my family and Mas Azril's family must know that Mas Azril will remarry, as well as the approval of Farah's family. Now, did Mas Azril just hide all that from his parents and my parents? Is it according to religion? Even though I allowed it, Mas Azril still did it secretly from his parents and my parents.

If only you didn't have any serious pain, as well as your father and mother who don't have high blood, I would explain everything. I will not cover all this, and I will ask for a divorce from Mas Azril. Let me be a widow, without Mas Azril I can support myself?

Maybe this is my fate, the first time I fell in love, even like this?

I went into the guest room. I'm breaking down my body, feeling very tired with all this. It has not been a day, whether tomorrow, and tomorrow again will be what my life will be like after Mas Azril married Farah.

Mama's condition has improved, after a week in the hospital. My mom also came home. As well as his sons Mas Azril and Farah, he was also cured. I slept separately from Mas Azril for one week. For a week, I've been trying to find my own life. I'm a lot in my place of business, even though I'm there no work, just sitting around watching my employees. I don't want too much at home, because I would feel even more pain if I remembered all about three months ago after I married Mas Azril, it was a perfect happiness, and only for a moment.

This afternoon I went back to my workplace again after visiting Mama for a while at Mama's house. I busied myself with my work, while looking for ideas for the latest dress models. I will forget all that was beautiful with Mas Azril from now on, because the day after Mas Azril will marry Farah.

“Mbak Mala, someone is looking ahead,” said my employee as I was busy pouring ideas for new clothing models.

“Who?” my many.

“Pak Azril, husband mbak,” he replied.

I scrunched my forehead. Azril? Why come here? “Tell me I'll be out soon,” I said.

“Good, Ma'am,” answered.

What'd he want to come here? I've been here all day to avoid him, but why did he even come here anyway? I finished my work, then went ahead to meet Mas Azril. He sat on the sofa waiting for me while enjoying the coffee that my employees served. Indeed, if there are guests waiting for me, my employees must immediately make tea or coffee. I walked up to him, and sat down next to him.

“What's up here, Mas?” my many.

“I want to come here, see where you work,” he replied.

“Oh kirain no need what?” my spoken.

“You've eaten?” ask Mas Azril.

“Already, why?” my answer.

“I haven't eaten, can you borrow some time for a while, to accompany lunch outside?” pinta Mas Azril's.

“OK, I take the bag first,” I replied.

I'll just fuck it. Only invite food, not invite to sleep together? Although I refuse to be touched, does not mean I should also refuse to be invited to eat together? Maybe Mas Azril will also have an important talk with me? Because he doesn't usually take me out to lunch.

I said goodbye to my employees, if I was going out with Mas Azril, then we went to the restaurant.

“You've been busy lately, Mal?” ask Mas Azril.

“Yes, pretty busy, Mas,” I replied.

“We ate with Farah too, huh? We eat at Farah's house,” take her.

I just kept quiet, slowly I nodded my head. This what the fuck? I thought I'd just take the lunch alone, at the restaurant? Uh... Even at Farah's house? I'm sure they'll talk about their marriage. Because the day after tomorrow he's going to marry Farah.