Pasung Tuan Muda's

13. The Universe Is Talking

Time passed, and I stepped out of the room. Right in front of the door, both eyeballs turned their heads back. From the verge of vision, the wife was just crying but no longer shouting like that.

Feeling very guilty, I finally proceeded to get out of the room immediately. Arriving at the sofa chair, I stared fixedly at the watch in my left hand. Formulating the question that came in many ways from inside my head, as if I could not explain it.

A few minutes later, I turned towards the crystal cupboard on the right. From behind the glass, look at the photos of memories when Marissa and I got married first. Saying ijab kabul, while performing traditional wedding rituals. Now all is gone, there is only a deep wound does not want to be brimmed.

"Master ...," call someone who is a female tone of voice.

I got that figure who was sitting cross-legged while putting on the face of melas, it was Bi Ira. The housekeeper who was at once an advisor when I was hit by a storm of ordeals, but this time he was very seriously staring. Tears coming out of the curve of his cheek also started a speech to say.

"Bi, stand. Don't sit on the floor like that" tell me to look at her face. Instantly the door of the heart was knocked violently, then he stood up and looked at this face carefully.

I also shifted my sitting position, so that the interlocutor would like to talk more deeply about the contents of his heart. "Bi, sit here, what will Auntie say."

He followed these words, sitting very gracefully he took a few breaths.

"Mr ... Aunty wants to talk about Madam."

"Yes, what happened to Marissa?" I asked him while looking beside his seat.

The middle-aged woman again gulped. "So gini, sir. Aunty just wants a message that Madam don't put it in that way, pity ...."

"Bi, I did it for his own good, nothing more."

"Good for a woman is not in such a rude way, try in the heart of a mother when you first. She had laboriously given birth, raised, and suddenly her son shackled the angel." Bi Ira also preached, it was like he was opening a pulpit on Friday.

Without a word, I ended up getting it wrong. Using both hands, I pressed my head very tightly.

"Bi, from now on. Don't talk about Marissa in front of me, you take care of her there. Feed me every morning, if you need to bathe."

From the side of the seat, the woman who always tied her hair with but the raffia swerved. "All right, Master! One day God will open the heart of the unjust to his servant, even heaven is haram for the husband who must abandon his wife."

Duars!

As soon as the sound of lightning was heard loudly from outside the house, the universe seemed to guarantee the prayer of the middle-aged woman who was currently saying with a vow. Then, Bi Ira got up from the sofa chair and walked slowly while wiping away the tears.

"Bi ...," call me short.

The owner of the name was silent, he turned his head towards me at this moment. "I'm sorry, Bi," I said as I lowered my tone of voice a little whining.

"Master! I know why you would treat Madam like that, it must be because Non Siska is pregnant with your son, right, a man with no conscience."

"Enough! Bi! You don't bring Siska into this matter, I treat Marissa like that because she has gone too far."

'Yes, Lord .. What am I doing tonight? Once I treated Marissa like that, my mind said.

***

The morning had come, I opened my eyes slowly while staring at the beautiful garden behind the white hordes. Out there looks the chirping of birds humming cheerfully, along with the scorching sun that hit and the light penetrated the glass of the balcony of the house.

I got down from the bed, walking very slowly towards the second floor balcony. Both eyeballs turned the garden below, flowers looking very beautiful blooming.

Because today is on holiday, I deliberately crouch. A few minutes joking along with the beautiful horizon of the universe, the leaves scattering down collided with each other.

Carefully, the vision was only fixed on one red rose, one by one the petals fell and threw away the beauty.

The gaze was extremely shocked when it saw the fallen petals on the green grass. The red crown of the rose flower turned into like a flowing and liquid middle blood around the stem area.

I also broke the daydream. "God! What I was thinking, there was no way that the rose petals would turn to blood" I said, shaking my head to dismiss the ridiculous thought.

A few minutes standing, boredom ambushed. I set my legs out of the room, because my stomach is very hungry and since yesterday it contains nothing.

Arriving in the living room, I saw Bi Ira passing by while opposing a plate of food and a glass of drink. He walked with great strides, without looking left and right. Seeing him passing by, I placed the body on the wall of the house, so that he did not see my whereabouts.

Out of curiosity, I finally followed the middle-aged woman from behind. Walk slowly while looking to the right and left. A few minutes later, I reached a basement where Marissa was being shackled.

Bi Ira will feed Marissa. Yeah, nevermind. What I've followed so far, a waste of time. Mending me back to the kitchen and looking for food, inner talking.

I was in the kitchen. Right on the table, there is a toast complete with jam and also white milk as usual. Although Bi Ira was busy caring for his wife, but he did not forget his duty as a domestic assistant.

Eating two pieces of cake, then Bi Ira came while carrying a plate and a glass.

"Where are you, Bi?" ask me for a moment, the position of the body is still sitting on a chair without looking.

"I'm feeding the cat outside, sir," he responded, then he put the dishes and glasses in a normal place to wash.

You don't think I know, Bi. If you feed Marissa. Yeah, never mind, why take care of that crazy woman. Because soon I will marry Siska and have a child with her, I said in my heart.

After breakfast, I headed back to my room and passed the living room couch. Both eyes again glanced at the sight of a white-coated letter on the table, the right and left legs running backwards.

Out of curiosity, I picked up the letter and stared at the writing. The initial temple looks ordinary, over time looks very extraordinary. Romantic greeting from a new wife candidate named—Siska Veronica Anastasya.

The feeling becomes very flowery. With wide strides, I carried the letter towards the room and sat down non-stop. Hearts feel in love again, although in the second woman but Siska is my ex-boyfriend when sitting in high school.

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