Not the Forbidden Miss

Five - My son is sick

I didn't expect Safarah, was Farah whom Mas Azril last night called her name. She's the one, the woman my husband has loved all this time. How could Mas Azril be so calm, there was no nervousness, awkwardness, and guilt in such circumstances. Mas Azril even seemed to be relaxed once facing him. Does he not know how I feel?

I am getting powerless to hold back my tears, it really hurts when I remember the incident. But, I must be strong, I must be fine in front of Mas Azril, I don't want to look weak. I'll prove to her that I deserve to be loved.

Until my house still imagined the incident earlier. Why not tell me that Mas Azril still had relationships with other women when we first met? Why say he has no relationship with anyone? If you say from the beginning, maybe I can refuse this matchmaking? Maybe there won't be a heart hurt like this? If it were like this, not only would I be the one who was sick, but many would bear the heartache. Mama, Papa, Mother, Father, and even Mas Azril himself will feel hurt because of his own actions.

Until night, I was sitting alone in my bed. I didn't cry anymore, but I was still thinking about how I would answer when Mas Azril decided to get married again. Should I allow it? If I allow it, is the same as bringing misfortune into my household? Otherwise, I'm afraid Mas Azril is doing something bad out there. Moreover, I saw that they were so close, that I saw Mas Azril kissing Farah without hesitation, even though in public, and in front of his guest Farah, who was none other than me.

I heard the sound of Mas Azril's car coming home. I fixed myself, I immediately washed my face to look fresh, I set my breath, I should look fine in front of Mas Azril. It should not be weak, and it should not shed a single tear. Let it be, I want to see how my husband's facial expression looks when he sees me fine, after the incident.

I came out of the room, I pulled my hair apart, and then I greeted my husband who had just returned from the office. No, not from the office, but just met Farah's parents, to ask permission to get married.

I welcome my husband who just entered the family room. I kissed her hand, as usual she kissed my forehead. My chest was rumbling, my blood was boiling, I wanted to be angry, but I did not want to show my anger in front of my husband, which would make my husband even more irritated, and it could be that it would speed up to marry Farah.

“Mas already ate?” my many.

“Have you eaten?” he answered while asking me.

“Already, Mas,” answered me. After coming home from the restaurant and meeting Farah, I went straight into the room, not eating at all. My appetite is gone, I don't feel hungry at all.

“I prepare warm water, huh? I haven't had a shower, have I?” my many.

“Ehm .. mas already took a shower earlier,” he replied.

The deg!

A shower? Where's the bath? Ah maybe at Farah's parents' house. I can't think of anything. I'm sure Mas Azril won't do that far with Farah.

“Oh yes already,” my word.

I took Mas Azril's briefcase, I put it in the usual place. I also put it neatly in its place. I smell the perfume that Mas Azril never wears, somewhat like a woman's perfume and soft once smelled. I'm clutching a no-no mind. I don't want to think anymore. Let's just how it will be.

Mas Azril's phone rang, he immediately saw who called him. He picked up, after knowing who called him.

“I'm going to the hospital right away, you are calm huh, dear?”

Like being struck by lightning, Mas Azril said the word love to the searcher. He rushed to get his car keys. Then leave.

“Mas where to go?” In a hurry I ran after Mas Azril who did not answer my question.

He stopped his steps, then turned to look at me. “You already knew that this afternoon, right? I'm going to see Farah. Our son is sick!” the answer.

“A—anak?” my many.

“Come in, it's night, tomorrow I explain with you,” he said.

I don't want to know, I have to go after Mas Azril. I don't want to know right away. Mas Azril's son with Farah? How could she have children? Wasn't she single when she married me? Oh Allah ... what else is this?

I took my headscarf, face mask, helmet, and I took my motorcycle keys, luckily I asked the house guy to pick up my motorcycle, because I needed to, when I wanted to go short distance, I need a motorcycle. I have to follow Mas Azril, but Mas Azril is still pulling the car out of the garage. Fortunately, I put my motorcycle in the garage to put the bike and motorcycle, so I quickly took it out from the inside.

Mas Azril did not see me, because I passed the side door connected to the garage where the bike. I was in front, while monitoring Mas Azril who was nervous to get the car out of the garage, let alone the garage was already in the lock, and had to take it again to the lock box inside. I saw Mas Azril's car just sped out of the house. I immediately start my motorcycle engine, I pull my motorcycle gas. I'm running at high speed. Fortunately, I often ride motorcycles like a racer, so I do not hesitate to drive the speed of my motorcycle. I follow Mas Azril's motorcycle. I continued to pray, calling the Asma of God, asking for protection, and asking for the opening of whatever Mas Azril covered up.

It looks like Mas Azril got in front of a simple house, maybe it was Farah's house. I turned off my motor, I stopped on the street, in front of the fried rice vendor in front of Farah's house. Let Mas Azril not suspect. I put my motorcycle on the side of the tavern, so there's no sign of my motorcycle cop number. After all, there was no way Mas Azril would ignore him, because he looked so panicked.

“Mbak, what message?” ask the fried rice seller.

“Nasi fried spicy one yes, sir? Eggs are separated,” I replied.

Mas Azril was inside the house for quite a while, I waited for him while watching the house.

“Pak, whose house is it, huh? Last time the car was very fast,” asked me to the seller Nasi Goreng.

“Oh it's Mr. Azril's car, who owns the house, Ma'am. That's him out the guy, the same wife, Ma'am. His name is Farah. Why the Sefi Deck? Is he sick again? Did you just get out of the hospital yesterday? Could Mr Azril have been there until last night? Usually go home to his parents, because they are a couple who are not approved by Mas Azril's parents, so they married secretly, he said married siri, Ma'am. But, Mr. Azril is the one person's responsibility. Salute them, absolutely loyal at all,” he explained.

Do they really have children? Already married siri? Because it was not approved by Mas Azril's parents? Why did Mas Azril hide all this? Oh my God, if so, I'm his second wife? No, I'm a legitimate wife! The fried rice seller said they married Siri, so I won, not Farah! But, he has a son from Mas Azril, while I?

“Bapak already memorized once like him? Have you been selling here for a long time, sir?” my many.

“Wah it's been a long time, Ma'am. Even when Mbak Farah was still Junior High I have sold here,” he replied.

“Pak, here's the money, I'll go to the mini market for a while, huh? That front there is a minimarket, I want to shop first, Sir,”, I said while giving a hundred thousand money to the seller of Fried Rice.

“Oh yes, Ma'am, please,” he replied.

Soon I'll follow Mas Azril's car again. I'm sure they want to take the little boy to the hospital. It seemed like the pain was a little severe, so they looked panicked once.

I got to the hospital, I saw those who were panicking waiting for the Doctor to check on their child. I want to cry to mourn myself, but I can't be like this, I have to be strong, I have to get proof, even I want to talk to them, what happened before. Before Mas Azril married me.