Replacement Ribs

1. After Akad

Kirana let go of her danger after the wedding ceremony was over. Her status has now changed to Tristan Pratama's wife and mother continued from Mentari. 5-year-old girl who became one of his students at the school where he taught.

"Miss Nana will not be a Mentari mom," Mentari's tweet one day turned out to be 3 months later. Or rather today.

Kirana did not expect that even the Mentari oma secretly had the same intention. Until two weeks ago Kirana was proposed by Mrs Ratih to her son. A 32-year-old man with the status of a widower of one child. His heart was too weak to refuse. The application was finally accepted by Kirana because Mentari was already close to him. And the little girl had also stolen his heart.

Kirana was aghast as the room door suddenly opened. He re-buttoned his newfound danger of missing a few buttons.

"Couple your things! We're going home now!" A voice full of decisiveness rang out from the man standing at the door.

Kirana nodded slowly. Highlight Tristan's eyes managed to make him submissive and obedient. He couldn't argue even with body movements. The soul of his body had been handed over to the man ever since the ijab qabul was spoken. Kirana had to obey every word of the man who had legally become her husband.

Kirana packed her things. Then followed Tristan out of a room that had been decorated like a bridal room.

"Where are you going?" tanya Bu Ratih saw Kirana dragging the suitcase.

"Go home, Ma" said Tristan.

Madam Ratih sighed softly. " Wouldn't you stay here first?" said Bu Ratih later.

"No, Ma. Titip Mentari, Tristan pick you up tomorrow."

Tristan with his stubborn nature, his mother was the first to understand the nature attached to his son. Mrs Ratih can only let Tristan go to take Kirana. It was not why the bridal room he had prepared was left just like that. Maybe Tristan needs privacy to adjust to his new wife.

Kirana says goodbye to her mother-in-law. Then followed Tristan who had arrived outside the house with a panting handle while dragging a suitcase. The fabric worn slightly made it difficult for her steps. But Tristan doesn't care. Even letting Kirana put her own suitcase into the trunk. The man also did not protest as Kirana chose to sit in the backseat. Not like a couple.

While on their way to Tristan's house, they are caught in silence. No one opened the conversation during the thirty-minute mile. Kirana is still very awkward with her husband, and Tristan is reluctant to invite his wife to talk. Until they arrived in front of a minimalist two-story house in a residential complex.

Kirana was still pensive in her seat until the sound of the door slamming resuscitated her. The 25-year-old woman rushed out of the car and grabbed her suitcase.

Tristan went inside the house after unlocking the door. He left the door open. Kirana followed him and closed the main door. Her steps came to a halt as her husband climbed to the second floor. He was worried about where. The owner ignored it.

Doubtfully, Kirana walked down the stairs while pulling her suitcase. There are several rooms on the second floor of the house. Kirana tried to open one of the rooms. But the door is locked. He tried to open another door. And easily the door of the room opened.

"Excuse me!" he said before entering the room.

Empty, there's no one inside. The lights lit up so brightly that Hanna could clearly see a jumbo-sized frame hanging on the wall. The photo of the couple with happy smiles expands. Kirana smiled blandly. Elita is so beautiful. It's only natural that Tristan has trouble turning around. Three years old, the man had no intention of approaching another woman.

Kirana gave a rough breath. He dragged his suitcase in after being convinced it was Tristan's room. However, her status is now Tristan Pratama's wife, it is not wrong if she is in a private room owned by her husband.

The connecting door of the room and the open balcony caught Kirana's attention to peer out. Tristan sat pensively on the chair. His gaze glared as he exhaled the smoke he had just inhaled from a cigarette in his hand.

Their marriage was not based on love. So Kirana does not know how to deal with her husband who looks very chaotic behind his face that remains calm.

The woman moved from where she stood. He opened his suitcase to get a change of clothes. But Kirana was surprised when she saw the contents of her suitcase. Clothes disappear. There are a few satin pajamas and evening dress in bright colors. Everything looks new.

"Whose work is this?" muttered.

He also took a satin pajama with cream color. Also new underwear and all according to size. Tucked a greeting card between the clothes.

'Happy unboxing's. Do not forget to use the perfume so that Mas Tristan more klepek. Nabila TTD.

Kirana's lips thinned after reading an absurd remark from her college friend who turned out to be Tristan's cousin. He put down the greeting card then rushed into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Tristan had not yet entered the room when Kirana had finished her bath. The woman ventured to her husband who was still pensive on the balcony.

"Will I take a shower? I'll get the warm water ready, okay?"

Tristan glanced at a glance.Kirana who had changed clothes with wet hair wrapped in a towel. Kirana was without a head covering, only this time did she see it. No more beautiful than his late wife.

"There's no need to prepare anything for me. I'm used to taking care of myself."

"If it wasn't for Mama and Mentari, I wouldn't have married you. Don't expect more than just a status. Because Elita will never be replaced by any woman. Including you." Tristan's words really sliced the heart.

"I know that" said Kirana with the tightness she was holding.

"We'll stay in one room. I don't want to ask too many questions. You certainly know how to behave if you are in front of the Mentari."

"Yes." Yeah." Kirana nodded slowly.

Tristan got up from the chair and passed Kirana who was standing at the door just like that.

"Never change anything in this room. Put your clothes in the next room." said Tristan full of affirmation.

"Good." That was the only answer Kirana could say.

Kirana nailed herself to where she was standing until Tristan picked up a towel and entered the bathroom. He breathed out as if releasing the tightness that had been squeezing him ever since. Both with Tristan did feel so torturous.

Kirana went back down to the first floor. In the middle room earlier he had seen a fan. Things that can help her dry her long hair. Because the hairdryer stored in the suitcase disappeared with his clothes.

Kirana sat back to the fan while watching the photos displayed in the middle room. Small family photo of Tristan. They looked very happy at the time. Their small family journey from marriage to Mentari was two years old. And that happiness had to be lost when Elita had a single accident and took her life. A fateful event that Tristan cannot forget. Too busy working and letting his wife go home alone while practicing in the hospital makes a regret throughout his life.

His wet hair had already begun to dry and decompose. Kirana clipped her hair and went to the kitchen. Since this afternoon, he had been too busy with his thoughts. And not even a single one reminded him to eat. Kirana was looking for something to eat. Or at least food that can be cooked.

Kirana opened one of the cabinets. Looks like he's not lucky because the contents of the cabinet are sugar furniture and and his friends. He looked over as someone opened one of the cabinets. Tristan, he took a packet of instant noodles from inside that cupboard. Apparently the man was hungry.

"B-can I have one?" asked Kirana who replied with a short deheman. He took a packet of noodles from the same cupboard.

"You're made of you, Mas?'

"No need."

Kirana was silent to the harsh rejection from her husband.

Tristan heated the water in one of the furnaces. While Kirana did the same thing in the furnace next to her. Both are waiting for the water to boil. Then put instant noodles into it. It's like a cooking competition. The two quickly collided in order to be immediately free from the very uncomfortable atmosphere. It turns out Tristan is more deft. After a few seconds Kirana followed carrying a bowl of noodle soup to the dining table.

Tristan can be faster, but about appearance, Kirana cuisine looks more tempting. He added the vegetables and eggs he found in the refrigerator.

"Hmm.... yummy!" Kirana deliberately teased her husband as the man glanced at her homemade noodles.

Soon Tristan finished the noodles in his bowl. Ignoring Kirana who looks so enjoy every mouthful of mienya.

"Graft, Mom!" kirana said as Tristan left an empty bowl at the dinner table.

"Tomorrow I'll clean it up myself!" the man said as he walked up the stairs.

Kirana breathed out slowly. Maybe Tristan is just as tired as he feels. He rushed to finish his food. Then wash the bowl and also the used bowl of Tristan.

And having to re-enter the room became something he wanted to avoid at this moment. Although he was sure that nothing would happen tonight, his hands were stiff as he pushed the door.

The man with the pointy nose had gone up to the bed. Sitting leaning against the head of the bed with a view pointing at the box object in his hand. There's still one more reason to avoid Tristan. Cleaning teeth in the bathroom. Kirana is staying there. His feet ached because they stood too long. His increasingly powerful curse attacked him. He also came out of the room. Then take the position of the empty bed. Tristan has installed a bulkhead in the middle. And also a blanket lying next to him. The man himself had already covered the lower half of his body with a different blanket.

"Good night, Mum!" Kirana's speech was ignored by Tristan.

Until a few minutes later, Kirana was still awake with Tristan's back.

"Good night, sweetie." That sentence sounds good.

Kirana turned. But what he saw actually made his heart back in pain.