OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
CRAZY IDEA STUPID BIN
As if I was in the sweep of the Sahara Desert I glistened the sweat that had flooded in the expanse of the forehead, dripping profusely and large like corn. Actually it is still morning but the sun does not want to be invited to compromise. The huft! What if it's noon? It could be a burnt-out roast of us all.
I combed through Refa's thick black hair. Bathing it every morning has been my activity since the first. Mr. Reno is here too, the man wearing his dark pentofel shoes was about to leave for work.
He no longer rolled me into the room like yesterday and would not even talk at length today. If I'm concerned, he may be the one who is lazy to chat with his jongos or maybe he is embarrassed because of the incident yesterday morning.
“Papa temalam Mama puyang loh!”
Ow hell!
This gas cylinder is even looking for things. I swear I'm really confused if until Mr. Reno asks me strange questions again. Refa could not keep his mouth, whatever happened he must have told his father.
“Iya Papa already knows.” The man interrupted from the front.
Ooh! So he already knows?
Fix it! Then Ms. Farah told me.
What are they talking about, huh? Why am I the one who pauses this way. Did Ms Farah say that I received Mr Reno's proposal or would she even speed up our wedding reception? Ah, hopefully not because I have not accepted or rejected the invitation of the man of that level.
“That's going to be charged the car again cama Mama.”
“Ohya?”
“Iya Pa's. Atu want to ride mobin cama Deck Plicil kalna tata Mama cebental again Bu Tevani tinggan in lumah tita.”
Omegooooots!
My face is red.
Could be this one cotton swab talking like that! I'm going to be embarrassed. Besides why he had to carry the name Pricil anyway, I was suddenly sad.
“Iya even later Papa will also buy the Deck Pricil car also so you can both play.”
The deg!
“Pa's Swallow?”
“Iya.”
“Dek Plicil tan pelfemale dadi she beyitan boneta aja yaa.”
“Oh yes already then dear.”
I was frozen as if there were chunks of ice covered on the surface of my small body. How could Mr. Reno speak so confidently as if I really wanted to marry him. And strangely enough that he had nothing to look me in the face, I became even more upset. He must be insinuating me right now.
Is there really no intention for the two people to improve the relationship? Is there really no more compassion for Refa as their two children? And is it really a Chevani Agra who will carry on the relay from the wife of a wealthy director? God, it's like being in another world.
They take marriage too lightly and make divorce a commonplace. After all, Mr. Reno is a respected person, so how is it possible that all his colleagues know he married his own maid? It will definitely be a matter of teasing and heartache for myself.
Ahah! I have an idea.
...***...
There is no more work this afternoon. I just sat there waiting for the hour to come home. Refa has also been bathing and eating, at this time the child is busy putting together an animal puzzle on the sofa.
I have a crazy idea that will probably make me lose everything. But really for whatever sake I do this solely so that the fat child does not lose both parents and Mr. Reno and Bu Farah reunited at the time.
I don't know what will be the risk later which is important I just try first. If someday I am hated for causing this riot then as much as possible I try to be sincere because I am sure one day they will understand.
It's not that I'm pretentious okay to the point of rejecting a rich director's invitation to marry him. But I just don't want to be happy above the suffering of others. I was in the position of Miss Farah and it felt better that I died than to know that a man I loved so much preferred another woman to his own wife.
I'm sorry Mr. Reno. Thank you for all the good you have given me. Maybe if there were no you then I'd been kidnapped and executed in the bushes and killed and even my body washed into the river. I promise someday I will repay all your services but not by becoming a mother to Refa. Regardless of true love or just as a clear escape I can not marry the husband of my own nyonyaku.
Without feeling the crystal clear grains managed to escape from the eye fertilizer. I put the distance closer to Refa and then immediately kissed the boy on every inch. Hopefully one day this little boy can really feel the warm touch of a mother. Hopefully the debater talent that has been in him since early became realized in the future. Although there was no blood relation, I considered Refa to be my own son.
“What is tium-tium atu?” The one who was flattened looked at me in astonishment.
“It can't be?”
“Boyeh.”
“Mother hug yes!”
“Iya.”
Bugh!
Emphh is so tender this one child's body. I'm getting worse, sad even gray. I was forced to carry out this stupid bin crazy idea for the wholeness of their family.
“Tomorrow if Mom hasn't come brother shower himself first huh. Can you?”
“Mother is late?”
“Iya because Mother has many affairs.”
“Iya atu bica kok bath cendili.”
“Smart child.” I said while hugging Refa.
We were in such a position for minutes until the clock shot the number five exactly. I went into my room and packed my things there. The clothes that Mr. Reno once bought for me and also Pricilia are still durable in the closet even the wrapper has not been touched. And the fat teddy bear that is often called Refa with Sukinem I put also in the closet so that his body is not dusted by the wall.
Fifteen minutes to go, Mr. Reno will arrive and I can be home soon.
O Lord forgive your servant who does not know to repay those who have helped me.
I promise I will come back someday.
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