Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

65. A Message From A Foreign Number

What happened two days ago, hopefully will not happen again. After the incident Sinta apologized to me and told me if suddenly the mother of Mas Hilman came to the house when Sinta was sweeping the side yard of the house. How many times have I been told that Mom and I are not around, but my husband's mother kept pushing in and waiting for us to come home.

"Where are you going?" ask Sinta when she sees me coming out of Mom's room. Sinta asked definitely because I was prepared with neat clothes and also carrying a bag. The pashmina veil I was wearing I wrapped around my neck.

I decided to wear the hijab from yesterday. It's something I've wanted for a long time, but Mas Hilman doesn't like me wrapped in those fabrics, it looks uncomfortable and also hot he said. Pity me, even though I have explained to him that now there are many fabric materials that make the user comfortable all day.

"You go to the police station" I replied.

"Bak so make a report now?" ask Sinta again.

"Hu-um, so now. Faster is better, because Mas Hilman also does not look good at all," I replied again. I had enough patience and waited for Mas Hilman to give me my marriage book. Even my message was just that he read without her retaliating at all.

"Where's mom?" I asked Sinta.

"After, tuh. Again feed the chicken, "indicate Sinta by using her chin.

I walked past Sinta to the kitchen door where Mom was feeding her young chickens, which had just hatched a few days ago.

"Mom!" call me to Mom. Mom turned her head and immediately got away from the chickens and then washed her hands.

"Yes?" Mother now approached while wiping her wet hands on a towel draped in the clothesline.

"Take to the police station first, Mom." I said to Mom.

"Let off now?" taya's mother again.

"Yes, Mom. Afraid to stay there. Mom's okay, is Ayu staying at home?" ask me to worry.

"It's okay. There will be Sinta" said Mother with a smile.

"Then Ayu left now, Mom." Pamitku for the umpteenth time. I reached out to take Mom's hand and kissed her back. The hijab I was wearing dangled down, immediately I put it back on my shoulder after getting up straight on my feet.

"Yes, then be careful, Yu. Don't speed. I pray that your business is smooth there," said Mother with a prayer uttered from her lips.

"Aamiinu. Pray for it, Mom. Hopefully it can be taken care of now."

Mom and I went inside the house and found Sinta making iced coffee. TV on showing the series 'crying'.

"Sin, Ma'am tipped Mom yes. Do not let any stranger into the house again, let alone the one yesterday. If you want to also take Mom to your mother's house," I said to Sinta.

"Yes, Mommy." Sinta nodded and reached out her hand about to take the glass, but lost quickly because I grabbed it first. Seen the look of his face that does not like, his lips conical forward to look anxious. I'd love to pull that lip and tie it with a rope.

"Enak" I said with a winning smile. A slightly bitter sweet cold now overwhelms my senses.

"Yes good, just have a drink" he said with annoyance as he leaned towards me. I just smiled grimacing at him. The remaining iced coffee is half a glass.

"Titip Mommy, Mommy wants to go. Byeahh!" I left there and waved my hand at him. Sinta only raised her hand slightly as her gaze returned on the flat screen in front of her.

The air is quite hot this afternoon. I'm driving in the middle of a dusty road. Yesterday I also asked Mr. RT, if any conditions that I need to bring to the police station.

Three calls were on that screen. I don't know who's calling, but this number isn't in my contact. A few messages were also there waiting for me to open. One of them was from the number that just called me.

We met at the sun cafe on XX street this afternoon at twelve. Write what's on there. I scrunched my forehead, confused by whose number this was. There is no profile picture that allows me to recognize who this person is.

I just typed in to ask, a new message up from the same number. I opened the message.

Hannah.

I was stunned when I saw that one name. Confused that he doesn't usually call me, let alone by using a new number.

I feel confused should I go see Hana? Or am I going to the police station? What does he want? Is she going to be as angry as Mother-in-law yesterday? Or ....

Ah, I hope he brings good news.

The clock on my phone is still eleven. I searched the name and address of the cafe he was referring to. From the distance indicated by the GPS the time to get to the cafe was almost forty minutes. I learned it and I remember the way there.

Forty minutes later, I arrived at the cafe in question. This cafe is big. It was quite crowded because some people were already there. I guess they are people who are in this cafe dominated by college children because this place is not too far from a fairly well-known university.

I took out my phone and contacted him. He only replied with a short message.

Just go in first. I'm still on the road.

I sighed softly, I thought he was already here.

I went into the cafe and found an empty place. It is very difficult to find a seat now because all the places are almost full.

I spread this gaze toward an empty table in the corner of the room. It's a little aloof because it's not strategic enough. Soon I'll go there and sit down.

A waiter came over to me and asked if I wanted to order. I looked at the menu there and mentioned one of the cold drinks.

Ten minutes I waited for Hana, but the woman had not yet come, the drink in front of me was almost half I drank.

I looked with my eyes towards the entrance, but the woman did not look also the nose, which I even found some gazes from visitors to this cafe that made me uncomfortable.

I took out my phone from the bag and typed something on the flat screen. It's not good if I wait for him here lumayna long while he hasn't arrived yet. I sent him a message with the contents I'll go home if he doesn't come.

"Sorry long wait." There was a familiar voice along with the sound of an interested chair rubbing against the floor.

"Have arrived? I just sent you a message, "I said without welcoming her arrival. The woman looked indifferent without guilt, sitting on a chair.

I noticed she's pretty today, wearing blush and lipstick, but I'd rather she's plain without makeup, look like a teenager.

He looks at his bag and puts his hand in it. "Oh, hu-um. Not patience!" he laughed with ridicule.

I exhaled an annoyed breath. Try him so I wait here for a few minutes, alone with the annoying gaze of some other person.

"Do you want us to meet here?" ask me directly without offering him a drink or a meal.