Safaries

The safarah 9

" Mama's going to Jogja? To eyang's house?" Ask surprised.

" Yes, mommy wants a month there."

" Got long? Then Virhan how's ma?" Many confusion.

" There is Fatimah? I have a wife who is still confused." Mom's mouth is angry.

" Remove change!" Mom's orders.

I went into the room, there was Fatimah who was also going to get ready. Shamelessly Fatimah took off her negligee in front of me.

White smooth skin plastered real in front of my eyes.

As a normal man, again my eyes did not blink looking at him.

Ah... Fatimah..What is on your mind right now?

Fatimah and Safarah are different.

Even though we were married for eight years, I still remember the first time I brought her to this house. Although Safarah and I were married, she was still shy to wear the clothes in front of me.

Then I was faced with a fatimah bar-bar.

My brain suddenly slammed, probably because it had not received energy transfer from a woman for a long time.

" Why are you standing there?"

" I-I'm gonna get some clothes." Crazy, why am I nervous?

Fatimah smiled closer towards me.

Suddenly, cup! Fatimah's lips landed freely on my lips.

What the fuck? Why was I being harassed?

Still not satisfied, Fatimah******my lips. Very agile Fatimah, very different from my Safarah.

If with Safarah, I am the control, but why with Fatimah I like a geeky child?

" Vir..Fat. "mama's call stopped our lip gymnastics activity.

" Yes, ma." Fatimah Sahut.

Fatimah laughed as she looked at my face. He's too good at teasing me.

Fatimah gave me clothes and pants. Afterwards she put on a headscarf and came out of the room.

" O God...." Mumamku.

***

We were on the road, and again I felt strange. When did you sit in the second chair?

When I was with Safarah, my mom always sat next to me when we went out together. And with Fatimah? Mama without a fuss immediately sat in the second chair. What's wrong with my safarah? Pity my old Safarah... Not getting justice from my mom.

Without feeling like we had entered the airport, I waved at my mom, "be careful ma'am.."

Mama came in, Fatimah and I decided to go home.

We walked towards the parking lot, without hesitation Fatimah holding my hand, struggling spoiled.

I'm not used to the aggressiveness Fatimah showed.

***

We've arrived home. I still choose to sit on the terrace. Sipping a cigarette. Not forgetting Safarah's face was playing around in my mind.

Safarah.the sweet girl who snatched my heart. What the hell is he doing? I tried to call, but until now my number is still blocked by my woman.

One store is up, I want to rest in my room, but I doubt it. What if Fatimah was more aggressive?

I laughed to myself. It's funny to me, grown up, but still worried.

Krieet...!!

I opened the door, sure enough. Fatimah was already waiting in seductive official clothes.

Sebinal what is Fatimah to be able to lower her self-esteem?

" Daddy?" Call Fatimah in your voice.

But what Fatimah did was not wrong. We are legally married.

I nervously approached 0ada Fatimah.

For the second time, I got back a woman's virginity. That's sign... Fatimah is a good girl, if she teases me after marriage, of course it is a natural thing. Because we are legal in the eyes of religion and the state even though there are injured parts.

Fatimah smiled at me, "Fatimah, thank you for keeping your chastity for me. Are you sincere?" My toot.

" Why thank you, Mom? This is your right, you should have." Said Fatimah while hugging me and swayed spoiled.

"Aduh Fatimah.do not until there is a second round..." My mind is storming itself.

***

I was still in this narrow room. Fight between death and life. Before Virhan got married, I was never like this. But when my husband's lips chant the qabul ijab over another woman, my world collapses. The hope I had been hanging fell on myself. One lesson I learned is never to hope for anyone except Allah SWT.

The thing that bothers me the most is that Virhan has a bedmate. They shared blankets together, bathed in sweat together, and all things were done together.

" God, I can go crazy thinking about all this." Shouted jester.

Pulling the hair as hard as I could, I no longer felt the pain. Even my heart hurts a lot more at the moment. If I wasn't religious, I might have chosen a shortcut. Suicide for example. But that act is one of the great sins. And I don't want to do that.

Tok.dok...

" Sir..." Call Nadia.

" Sir, we eat yuk..." Again Nadia persuaded me to eat.

Since coming home for Virhan's wedding I've only locked myself in my room. Not eating also does not take a bath, even the taste for urination and defecation is lost.

I just lay down, occasionally sitting, staring at myself in the glass. My confidence was lost in the earth.

" Sir..."

I opened the door because Nadia did not stop calling.

" Sir..." Nadia was crying and hugging me.

I also cried in Nadia's arms. It turns out that only he cares about me.

" Nad.." I cried as much as I could.

" Sir... So pale-headed. I eat a bribe.."

" Mom's not hungry, nad." Reply weak.

The next second my view was blurry... I leaned softly against the bed wall.

" Sir.... Maud... Wake up..."

I still had time to hear Nadia's scream, but the sound was getting further and further away.

***

" Auw.." I feel pain in the hand.

Already attached infusion on the wrist. Nadia was sound asleep on the sofa in this room.

I was already in the clinic.

Is my situation worrying enough that Nadia intends to bring me here?

" Suppose you know how bad I am." My tears are melting again.

I was alone without a sound.

Kriet's...

The clinic door opened, I wiped my wet face. I still turn my back on the door.

My head feels rubbed.

I turned around, to my surprise I found Virhan standing near me. So the one who rubbed my head was Virhan mas.

Mas Virhan was sitting next to me, "don't fool Safarah."

" Don't hurt yourself just because.." The sentence hangs unsustainably. Virhan looked sad.

" You deserve to be happy, Safarah. Continue your life. Soon I'll take care of our divorce papers. Find someone who truly loves and loves you. Look for a man who is not afraid to oppose his mother. Forget about a guy like me who can't make you happy."

I could only cry and cry lamenting my love story.

" Mad, get out of here.your wife's waiting at home." My ink is weak. Although my heart and mind are not in line, but our relationship has run aground since Ijab qabul mas Virhan and Fatimah.

Virhan rubbed my head and then turned away from me, leaving me in a weakness that had no edges.