OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
NENI THE FOOL
“Aren will be getting married soon.”
WHA!
Hey am I not hearing wrong? Aren's getting married soon? Ck! Where possible. Today, he begged me to be his wife.
“Crazy for you, don't hallucinate.” I said while turning the lazy eyeball.
“See this!” Elin took out a blue letter from inside her bag. I grabbed the object and then looked at the two names displayed on it.
AREN KHAN AND SHIFA ALETHA
The deg!
My heart seemed to break down to beat, my breath choking on the space of the esophagus. I blinked my eyes repeatedly to make sure I was looking wrong.
Aren Khan and Syifa Aletha
Ah no-no! This writing is true and this time my eyes cannot be wrong. I can clearly see the name and date of the wedding on the invitation letter. Why could? How could an Aren who had just forced me to be his wife suddenly give a letter of his wedding reception to another woman? Oh No! It is like a fantasy world.
“No! It can't be Lin.” I said, handing back the invitation letter to Elin. “She is unlikely to marry another woman any time soon.”
“Why don't you believe it? Even you look so shocked.” The one invited to talk also down linked his two eyebrows.
Yes Elin is right. I was surprised not to play even thought that this was just a dream. Aren never told me anything about other women, but why did it all go like this?
“Really this is like a mere setting Lin.”
“Hei hey hey! What are you crazy about, huh? What's in it for Aren if he makes a fake wedding invitation for us?”
“You know who that woman is?”
“No.”
“Where is the invitation letter for me?”
“What Aren hasn't given him?”
“But.”
“Ohya? Maybe tomorrow.”
I don't know. I was like being hit by the waves until it sank to the bottom of the sea. My mind must not guess, if it is true that the man who just declared his love for me will soon marry tomorrow the reception letter will reach my hands.
I spread my gaze throughout nature, hopefully with this my mind will return to normal nature.
“Hai all.” Suddenly a petty baritone invited my surprise back.
Ck it's Neni! It is very common for this woman to make a big voice.
“Halo Kinan.” Elin pinches the cheeks of a puffed-up boy who comes with Neni. It was Kinan, a boy who was the same age as my master's son.
“Huh Neni! Can't your mouth that you brake a little?” I said furious.
“What's the problem?”
“You surprised me and also Pricilia. What if our heart suddenly comes out huh?”
“This is you! It's not that easy to get our organs out of their hold.”
“Already, no need to fight! We'd better get out of here.” Elin took over our debate. He raised his body and then walked towards the lip of the sidewalk.
Among the four of us Elin was indeed a female figure who had long thoughts and was not easy to provoke. In addition, he is also always a mediator if there is a fight between us including this one just now. His wise figure is very make that in fact he is not worthy to bear the status as a washing babu in a bar. And if I think the mother of one child is more suitable to be a state apparatus.
“Where is your daughter Lin?” Neni's voice came back shortly after we reached the lip of the road.
“He was visiting his grandmother's house with my husband. You alone? Why is it only Kinan you brought?”
“Are you crazy? Neni's brother and sister are already big, so where might they want to come back with their mother.”
“Looking at Kinan I remembered Refa, the brat of my master's son. Are you also naughty Kinan dear hem?” I bowed my body to level my height with Kinan. His face is funny, just like the photo of toddler Neni I once accidentally saw in his wallet.
“That nda naughty aunt, tata mamatu or good boy.”
“Ohya?” Hihihi, how funny this one boy is.
“Wah y'all fight often ya.”
“Abangtu nasty! Each ayi oru is torn I stick him.”
Nicky, I laughed amusedly. Such is the suffering of the last child must always be bullied by his superior brothers. If one day I have another child I really won't let Pricilia hurt her sister. Eh my! Conscious stupid Chevan. You're a widow, so how could you possibly have children.
In the middle of my conversation with this sweet boy suddenly there was a woman's hand that pulled her body and carried her into a sling. I glanced at the source and it turned out that person was Neni.
“Hei come Che, our public transport is here.”
On the way I would endlessly take my son Pricilia for a chat. Although he actually did not know what I was saying plus indeed this boy could not speak, but at least when a smile expands on his tiny face will be a remedy for my heart.
Maybe some people who have known me consider that Chevani Agra is a single widow who can withstand the pain. A woman who is strong in living her child alone. But do they know that every night before I go to bed I always shed tears? My life has been ruined since Hero left. I desperately slam bones for a mouthful of rice, not to mention all forms of KDRT that every day was packed by Bu Farah to me and the request of Bu Lastri who always strangled the contents of the bag.
Huh Heroes! Since childhood even to marry the man I have always lived with a simplicity. But when it all felt beautiful, I was loved by my late uncle and aunt and after I got married I was very loved by my own husband. But what is power? All incarnated into a cursed life after the Hero completely left.
“Hoi daydreams!”
Ck shit! Again the Neni made a stir in my heart.
“Don't like ngagetin people napa anyway!” I hit Neni's back. Let it be, the pain was not comparable to my heart that was twice nearly dislodged by it.
“Ya sorry.”
Public transportation that we were riding continued to shoot up to reach a village not far from the city center. Elin coded the driver to drop us off in front of a whitewashed house. After everything was done we shuffled towards the rocky building. There was no sign of humans here, the atmosphere was so quiet.
Tok to tok.
There is no lawfulness.
Tok to tok.
“Kok quiet huh?” Elin said as he glanced at the lyrics throughout the building.
Dor dor dor!
Dor dor dor!
Dor's!
“Job Neni! You crazy huh?”
“Neni what the fuck are you? That's polite dong when you're visiting!”
“Don't get kicked out because of you we are expelled ya!”
“Ya out? Ga opened-open anyway.”
You idiot! Stupid neni!
He could have banged on the door of a rude man's house these nights. What kind of guest is this one? Feel it! For sure this time he was already full of our scolding.
“We'll just wait a minute.”
Chequek.
“Sorry looking for si-“
“Loh Chevani?”
The door opened and a middle-aged woman poked out of it. 30 seconds had passed after the deadly blow and this time the owner of the building had opened the door for uninvited guests.
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