Safaries
Safarah 4's
Safarah 4's
" Come fast! Before you change your mind." Mas Virhan pushed my body until I became shrewd.
After I managed to get in, Virhan closed the car door and immediately ran into the car door. Virhan is by my side.
The car engine was turned on, the car drove away from the yard of the mother's house.
We stayed long enough. Playing with each other's minds. Every now and then I glanced at Virhan, my handsome husband who could not dwell under the mastery of mama.
After a long silence, I opened up a conversation between us, "why take me home, mas?"
" Because you are my wife, Safarah. A wife who needs to be kept safe.
Tolong! Jangan bahas itu lagi!" Pintanya sendu.
Mas Virhan did not take me back to the cafe, but to a hotel.
" Why go to the hotel, mas?"
Instead of answering, Virhan smiled at me.
Virhan ordered a room. Hotel receptionist, smiling also probing.
Maybe we thought we were a cheating couple who wanted gymnastics in bed.
Fuck up!
The hotel room door was closed and locked.
Virhan pulled me into a white bed.
" We need to talk to both. Without anyone." Said Virhan while wrapping his hands around my waist.
Not to forget his lips started to sniff my hair.
Just like a cat, mas.
The longer, Virhan's hand gets more active. Like a wild lion ready to pounce.
" Kangen." Whisper with a loud voice.
I'm shaking Virhan's hand. Not a good time to fuck. Our household is on the far end of the tan" Not now, mas."
" When then? Almost a month you never gave me my rights."
Ckck.I shook my head.
Still thinking that way. Though various problems spilled into one.
" Sorry, I can't." Refuse me smooth.
Mas Virhan cupped my face, "i love you, Safarah."
I sighed, "huft... Love is not enough, my. Love must be fought for..."
" I fought for our household, but.. You chose to step down, then where was my fault, Sarafah?"
" You're not wrong, ma'am. I was wrong. I was wrong..." Saying ashen.
Always our housewarming ended in tears.
Mas Virhan hugged me for a moment, and I spilled my cry on his fielded chest.
Soon this hand will hold the hand of another woman. This body will also give warmth to other women. Soon.mas Virhan will share the blanket with another woman, the woman of his mother's choice.
***
We chose to go home, and now we have arrived at my cafe.
" It's fine here, yeah. Take care of your health." Message from Virhan.
" Yes, too, my mother. Take care of your health, too."
After Virhan disappeared from sight, I rushed into the cafe that I now make home as my shelter.
" Just.cie..." Nadia teases.
" What the hell?" Sahutku shy.
" Dianterin is it?" Ask Nadia kepo.
" Ehm.. tell me not?" My God to the young girl who always looks charming.
" Tell dong mbak..." Spoiled whine.
" Kids are forbidden to kepo." My heart as it sauntered away from Nadia.
" Huh.basic!" Nadia screams at me.
I closed the door to my simple room.
I turned on the fan in this narrow room.
The luxury bed at Virhan mas house must be changed with a small mattress. Even the cold room Virhan mas now also have to change with a mini fan. Eight know used to luxury and spoiled by Virhan mas, now slowly have to change. Yep. Everything changes from zero.
When the heat stings like this, my body feels itchy. Now it's growing prickly heat.
Oh, my God, I can. The spirit!!!
***
Far away, Virhan pondered in the car. He deliberately pulled his car over. Looking for a lonely corner. Ignited a cigarette, sip it slowly and exhaled white smoke from cigarettes.
His bad habits are back. He could spend three packs of cigarettes a day.
The household built with Safarah will soon be destroyed.
Virhan feels like the head of a failed household. He didn't manage to be fair to Mama and Safarah.
Virhan also regretted not being able to build Safarah's dream palace. If asked about finances, of course he can afford.
But. his promise to papa, made him not bear to leave his mother at home alone. Just for the reason of filial piety and keeping a promise to papa, if Virhan will put mama first rather than his own wife's feelings. In fact after he loved Safarah, the promise felt heavy to be about.
Not that he does not know, if mama did not like Safarah long ago. Even he knows if the presence of safarah in this house makes mama rivaled. Mama who never wants to eat if Safarah who cooks. It's weird, but it's my mom.
Even Virhan deliberately closed his eyes, pretending not to know the crime that mama did to Safarah.
Uh. It is fitting that Safarah ask for a divorce from me.
Eight years he suffered with me. Eight years he lived under the pressure of his mother. While me? I just always told him I had to be more patient with my mom.
In fact, my mother's behavior is getting bigger. Until Safarah felt tired, Safarah could not continue living with me. The patience of the Safarah is over. Safarah can't stand beside me anymore.
Safarah.the little girl I met when she was feeling upset because her papa was caught cheating. Her mother chose suicide.
I once promised myself that I would keep Safarah until death came to pick me up. But the fact is, only a few years ago, my woman had given up on facing my mother.
The absence of a baby in our marriage made mama angry. Often blamed the Safarah. Not infrequently call Safarah barren.
Stupid me! Never reprimanded my mother, though my ears clearly heard her swearing at Safarah, my wife.
Can I live without Safarah? Although sometimes I love him, but one hundred percent of my love is only for him.
I opened my wallet, there was a picture of Safarah there. I intentionally kept it. Safarah's old photo before her hair was covered in hijab.
Safarah.my wife who is black sweet, nose bangir and on both cheeks there are dimples. What if you smile will cause a trough on both cheeks.
" safarahs... I miss... Miss holding you, miss chatting in our room, miss your chatter when I carelessly put a wet towel.
Safarahs... I know that you are so happy when your mother is not home. Uh. Safarahs... My tears almost always fall when I remember you.
" O Allah.If you trust us, trust me and Safarah to hold a baby, maybe you will rethink to match me with the woman of your choice." Reveal my conscience.
" God.give me your guidance..."
