OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
LIONESS
“What? Try repeating again.” Did I hear wrong? Love said? Fixes. Aren was drunk. By the way, it has also digelantur not because.
“I love you Chevani Agra.”
“Hahaha” My mouth is open 5 centimeters. Pricilia who had been a hen in a sling now inched into a rough. Her net looked at my tongue that was swaying up and down. Perhaps he thought that his mother was possessed by a night demon.
“Is there anything funny?”
“Tomorrow if I tell you about tonight's incident again, surely you'll be dyed.”
“Why?”
“Yes is. By the way, you digress. Yes-yes, it's natural that his name is also drunk people right?”
“I'm not drunk Che, really.” Aren's left hand began to crawl through my tiny finger tucked under Pricilia's body. I stared at the flat look, cloudy began to be painted adorning his fat face.
Silent.
“Ta ta-ta.” Clever. This baby is acting at the right time. The atmosphere that had been silent for a few seconds was currently recharged with rants from Pricilia.
“Eh princess Pricil hasn't slept?” Aren turned his face next to the steering wheel of the car. His hand that had originally squeezed my finger now spread out holding the foot of Pricilia who was hanging without a brace.
“It's bobo om just dengel laugh mama so wake up again deh ehehe.” I imitated the style of the toddler who was talking.
The car we were riding was increasingly slow when entering the Sukajadi village area. A village located in the city of Batam.
“Awas transparency lumah plicil yes om.” I swung my baby arm. Showing off as if he was the one who was talking to Aren at the moment.
The atmosphere of the village was deserted. There were only a few people standing guard at the Kamling post. Here it is prone to burglar, a few days ago my neighbor's property was exhausted unscathed in a masked human.
The car stopped shortly after landing its tires in a three-tiered tenement house. Aren opened the door and welcomed my tender hand. Tonight he looks strange. But let it be, maybe the side effects of alcohol still reign over his entire head.
“Om first yes princess Pricil.” Aren's hand-welding ends our encounter tonight. Then I immediately went to the green house that has a number 24 engraving on the front.
“Asaalamu’alaikum.” I pulled the doorknob from the outside.
There's no answer. The ticking clock felt very loud because the house I was currently tracking was silent without a sound. I crossed room by room from that building. There is a room whose door is not closed.
Curious why the nightly door was always clenched, I raised my head and swept my eyes across the street. An elderly man was asleep with a blue blanket covered all over his body.
That's my in-laws. Mother of Hero, my ex-husband. Actually after the death of the human-bodied Devil I really want to leave here considering that the 65-year-old grandmother is very cruel in treating me. But what power. My heart would rather endure and defeat my current logic. There is no other reason that keeps me here except the wonderful memories with Hero. I remember very well when she was willing to rain until sick to buy me fried rice in the village next door, I happened to be pregnant with Pricilia. Then he also almost cut his own veins because I never apologized for the mistake that he accidentally did. Hero is a loving, gentle and loving man. But I don't know why one day I caught him making out with a woman he had out of nowhere. I was in shock and then left this house for a few days. But after I intended to return, I was suddenly rewarded with a divorce letter from Hero, the man I love so much.
Something even more bizarre and unexpected happened. After our divorce back then, Hero never returned to this village of goods once. Let alone to see me or his future son, to ascertain whether his biological mother is still alive or not he is reluctant. To this day I don't know where he is. Whether he was happy, miserable, even alive or dead. It was like being swallowed by the earth.
“Pity you son. A young child has also suffered from problems sourced from your parents.” I noticed the Wisdom Pricilia. His face that is very identical to Hero makes me always full when looking at him. The clock has been aiming at 2 am. I should rest myself quickly because there will be a lot of burdens that I have to go through tomorrow.
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The rays of the sun began to spread its rays enveloping the earth. The walls of the originally dark building are now gradually bright as the light spreads, changing tasks with the moon.
I stretched the net watching the clothes I had just hung on the wire clothes. So tired. Early in the morning I had to wash my own clothes, Pricilia and also the mother of Hero aka my in-laws.
“Chevani open the door!” The loud sea from the front messed up my daydream. Which human being this early in the morning has banged on people's homes with disrespect.
“Sebentar.”
Chequek.
Door opens. In front of me stood a blonde woman with a fan that was shaking in her right hand. He put on a sinister face, his lips that advanced several centimeters like it was no different from a woodpecker.
“What is this?” Not to mention that I spoke, my in-laws had already appeared from behind. Seen from the look on his face he also seemed to be disturbed by the presence of Bu Sumi, the owner of the rented house we currently live in.
“Pay money rent!”
Huh!
Did I not hear wrong?
“Mmm sorry mom, instead of due five more days huh?” There's-there's this woman. Is he in an economic crisis and asking for his rights before the time comes?
“Iya is right. But I again need and need money fast. It's only five days different also kok.”
“Yes but can't be so bu, should-“
“Please exit if you do not want to pay!”
No day without problems, trials and frustrations. I do have a bit of money in my pocket. But that's the ration for Pricilia's milk and the treatment of Miss Lastri, my mother-in-law. If I use the money there is still the rest but just a pass to eat today. What about my son and mother-in-law? Uh! My head feels so cramped.
“Yaudah just pay aja kok hard.” Lastri bu Sahut seems to support the wrong actions of the piti addict. Since the beginning of marrying Hero, my mother-in-law has indeed shown her dislike towards me. I also do not know for sure what the cause, which I know at that time he was very jealous of the Hero who every day loved me more and more. Actually there is nothing wrong if a husband gives more attention to his own wife, this elderly woman alone is very excessive.
“But this money for mama and milk treatment Pricil.”
“Hallah have no trouble gluing at you! Where's the money here? Mama gamau yes if we get kicked out of this house. After all, do not you love very much the same all the memories with my son in this house?”
Yes Ma yes.
I honey.
Even with all that nostalgia, I was willing to crouch with a lioness in this house.
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