Somplak Boss

Part 18: Uncle Pat

"If you don't love why marry me?"

"I love you, Zahra."

"Lied!" cut me quick.

Mr. Erwin bit his lip.

"Honestly, sir! What's your purpose in marrying me?"

"Because I want to have you."

"Lied!" answer again.

Mr. Erwin exhaled a rough breath, then sat back down in his chair. "I'm dealing with my wife's divorce papers, Zahra. Soon you will be my only wife."

I was silent to hear his words.

"Is that not enough to show you my love?" Mr. Erwin raised his eyebrows.

"Again the terms of marriage that does not need to be love," he continued while pulling a map from a pile of files.

"Javanese people of ancient times were married before they met. Imagine, boro-boro love, meet yet. The origin of age is directly matched. And, their marriage is long-lasting, the offspring are many until our birth."

"Arabs mostly marry because of arranged marriages. But the divorce case there is a bit. Unlike in Indonesia which civilizes courtship before marriage. In fact, there are many divorce cases that occur."

"Love will present itself after marriage, Zahra."

I pursed my lips. "If without love, when a married couple feels not suitable during marriage how? We've been tormented for life, dong?"

"So Socrates, marry, if your partner is good you will be happy, if your partner is not good you will be a philosopher."

"If he says Shaykh Jalaluddin Rumi, marry him, if your partner is good you will be happy, if your partner is not good you will be a Sufi."

Erwin smiled. "Married is worship. If married for love, after love eroded, the household life will turn bland. If you are planning worship, anything that will be done with your partner will feel fun. One of the famous philosophers said, marry your friend. Because your life's journey needs good friends and partners."

I frowned. "What are we doing?"

Mr. Erwin smiled faintly. "From the beginning we were a good fit, so I'm sure we could be good friends."

"What's the match?" manya curious.

"Same-sama is delicate." The man chuckled.

I pretended to cluck in annoyance, while holding back a smile. Erwin continued his work.

"When did you stop calling me, Father?" insinuations while signing the files.

"Next if you don't forget."

"Hmm." Mr. Erwin glanced at me at a glance. Then resume the activity.

"Sir" call me.

"Yes." Yeah."

I bite my lips. Confused about starting to say where.

"Why?" ask him while putting down the pen. Then fold both hands on the table and highlight them towards me.

"When will you help me seize the inheritance?" ask me while squinting, then looking down. Avoiding the intense gaze of Mr. Erwin.

"When's interest?"

"Quickly."

"Hmm, okay," nodded Erwin. "From tomorrow we'll be staying at your house. While making plans so that they can evict them."

My face immediately shone.

***

I stepped down from the car Erwin was driving. For a few days in my home, I miss this house.

Mr. Erwin who was wearing a white tie shirt wrapped in a black suit came down.

"Come on," he asked, slipping both hands in his pants pocket.

The two bodyguards who followed our car immediately hurriedly picked up the suitcase and bag containing both of our changing clothes.

"Assynnya!" my regards to all the residents of the house. My voice echoed throughout the room.

Mr. Erwin continued his steps while looking up, staring at the interior in my house which was quite luxurious. Her pantofel shoes are ticking on the floor.

"Let's go straight to my room, please" asked me to pull Mr. Erwin to the second floor. The two bodyguards followed behind.

The door was locked from inside. I banged on the door from the outside.

"Yes, yeah, what's the matter?!" sniff someone in there.

Sari's messy face appeared after the door opened. "Why the hell?"

I stared at her shabby clothes and disheveled hair. "I want to occupy my room."

"What?" Eyes rounded. "You want to stay here?"

Hmm, so they just? I shook my head as my brain started traveling.

"Wait around! He said your husband is rich.  Why did you come to live here? Bankrupt?" cibir Sari with a condescending tone.

"Like us dong, this guy is also my home."

Sari direct kicep.

"Quick pack your things. I'm gonna sleep in this room."

"Huh? Not wrong with horrors? It's my room!" Sari's sister is tracking her waist while glaring.

I was wide-eyed as I glanced at the silent Erwin sir with a calm face. "Hallo, this is my room. You're just hitchhiking in this house."

"Yes but you can't dong, you're rich. Why not make your own big house anyway? Why should we live our lives?"

"We tease?" My laughter is getting louder. "This is my house. So, your family's a nuisance about my life."

"It's so bad to be a person." Sari sizzled.

"Pick your things, move to another room there. All these years you've been colonizing my room." I folded my hands in front of my chest. Lifting chin with a haughty face.

"No-nonsense. We're comfortable here. You're in the guest room!"

"Move rooms or are you guys I'm getting out of this house?" I'm raising my eyebrows.

Sari clenched her hands, then opened the door of her room wide. Shows Rustam's brother who just got dressed.

The man whose jaws were filled with feathers just fell silent. Unable to see the presence of both of us.

Mr. Erwin was still frozen next to me, his eyes constantly pointing towards Rustam's brother. Sometimes their views meet. However, Rustam hurriedly turned his gaze in the other direction.

"Beginor!" my lips to Rustam.

The man held back his annoyance, but could only remain silent. Sari's sister who was folding the sheets turned her head. "Who's the big guy?"

"Your husband!"

"Then you?"

"Hadeh, you're too stupid to know your husband's true nature" I said to Rustam's brother, who was busy putting clothes in his suitcase.

Mr. Erwin held my hand. Gesticulating me to be quiet, not to continue speaking.

They both stepped out of the room. After packing their clothes and belongings. Move to the lower room.

Mr. Erwin smiled faintly, when passing by Rustam's brother. I asked for two bodyguards who followed us to clean the room.

"What's this?" ask someone under the stairs. It turns out that Aji's uncle and Aunt Susi just came home from nowhere. They both look good. Aunt Susi carries a lot of groceries in her hands.

"Zahra's? You home?" ask Aunt Susi while looking up.

"Yes, Aunt."

"Your husband doesn't have his own house, is he a rich man?" continued with a satirical tone.

"The house was sold by Aunty for cooking oil" I replied lazily.

"What does a whole lot of cooking oil do to sell the house?"

"Fry Rustam's kak to a charred, savory nyoi!" I chuckled a glance towards Rustam's snarling brother while brandishing his hand.

"Then, why were Sari and Rustam told to move rooms?" ask Uncle Aji while smoking his cigarette.

"Because this is my room."

"Don't Zahra, no matter how your brother is." Uncle Aji started lecturing me. Strangely impressed indeed the next weight policy.

"We're newlyweds, Uncle. Need a comfortable room."

They both still grumble. This is my room, my house. Why are they the ones who feel like they have taken away my property?

***

Mr. Erwin and I walked out of the room for dinner. Outrageous of Uncle Aji's family, the owner of the house has not eaten is not offered any food at all.

Arriving in the dining room. The family just looked at it. Then continue with the food.

"Are there no leftovers for us?" ask Mr. Erwin politely. He rubbed his starving stomach.

Uncle Aji only took a quick glance, then went back to devouring his food. Sari and Rustam seemed unconcerned, not even looking.

"Sorry Erwin, we're just cooking a little. You buy yourself, you're rich."

I growled in anger. "Fright spy, anyway? Don't know yourself!"

"If you laper cook yourself there, Zahra. But the groceries buy themselves, do not take vegetables in the refrigerator. It's ours." Aunt Susi answered lightly.

You don't know yourself! I really lost my patience. Watch out for you, yeah!

INSTRAGAM FOLOW @nurudin_fereira