SPARE WIFE

Episode 11

The rooster may be tired of waking up humans at this time. The sky is very bright on the face of the earth. Humans had started to get busy passing by on the street, but these two humans were still busy dreaming in their mortal realms. Ibra and Rahma still enjoy sleeping.

Sleep so comfortably.

Ibra opened her eyes first. Look at the direction of the wall clock that makes it immediately sat down. Late working. Never mind, later he will call his assistant and give instructions.

Ibra looked to the side. The sweet lady was still asleep. A smile was present, before he re-attached his body to Rahma. “Wake up, Amma, it's eleven noon!”

“Amma Darling, wake up! Since when did you become lazy gini? I'm hungry, make me food!” Ibra stroked Rahma's delicate cheeks.

Even Ibra has dared to claim the word ‘sayang’ for his second wife. Given the last night's activity, Ibra felt brave to call Rahma with a different, more friendly call.

Rahma squirmed slowly. His eyes were reluctant to open, his hair looked chaotic. Natural look that does not disturb Ibra. Even he was lucky for being the only man who could act intimately with Rahma, at least until this point. Rahma's innocence and inexperience last night made her feel like the luckiest man. Men and all their selfishness.

Aware as Ibra continued to stare, Rahma pulled over the blanket they were using. “Hey why did you master the blanket?”

“Kan, the story is shy.”

Ibra. Rahma is always light when speaking.

Ibra does not feel heavy to accommodate his vocabulary.

“I've seen all, even I know where your birthmark is.”

“Emang is where?” Rahma started with endless questions. This time Ibra will follow. What a beautiful day for Ibra.

“Where do you want?”

Rahma looked at Ibra's astonishment. “Why ask back?”

“Loh, behind the question how, confused me?” Ibra puts on a death grin, she starts to tease Rahma.

“You're weird, Ibra.”

“Any rich what, Amma?”

“Why be gini, anyway?”

“What's this, Amma?”

“No idea, ah.” Rahma sneered in annoyance, Ibra laughed seductively.

“Why not know?” Ibra laughed as she looked at Rahma, she was happy with the little things they did with the meaningless act of asking each other.

“Kalo gini weird no?” Ibra suddenly carries Rahma to the bathroom. Rahma did not refuse and looked at Ibra's face. His wife even put her hands around Ibra's neck.

“We want to take a shower?” Rahma blushed.

“Look at it,” replied Ibra.

Maybe they are enjoying this period, because in reality they are newlyweds who are being overwhelmed with happy passion. Trying to forget for a moment the ban they have made. Promise not to wear feelings, then do they wear feelings this time? It could be because of a stifled lust. Only they know

***

It did not feel like two months had passed since Ibra's domestic relationship with Rahma, they were like a married couple who had just sailed the household ark with a happy romance. Just like a normal couple like most.

Rahma really positioned herself as a wife who is in full responsibility for her husband's home and needs. He controls the kitchen and its contents. As when Ibra came home, Rahma served Ibra as her real husband and spoiled Ibra with the healthy food menu and spoiled treatment that every husband needed.

Simple actions that make every husband crumble. At home and unconsciously want to go home immediately. Not infrequently Rahma gave a gentle massage on the shoulder while Ibra was finishing work in the workspace. Not flirting, just making Ibra comfortable over his presence. The natural treatment of a wife's duty always Ibra gets from her.

No hypocrite, Ibra began to drift. They both lie to themselves if this situation must be stopped. At least the limits they have to keep are really implemented. No one has ever expressed feelings of love or anything like that as long as they are close.

Instead of speeding up results, that's why they stay friendly. Secrets if each other starts harboring feelings they keep. To date, no one has dared to reveal.

The first month, Ibra was washed away by Rahma. Especially Marissa who is difficult to contact. Previously Marrisa had indeed given news if in that time he would be difficult to give news. One week ago, Ibra managed to communicate with Marrisa again. Ibra can temper her forbidden feelings with Rahma.

As forcefully as possible, he pulled Marrisa back up into his heart. Many say meetings will often continue to be a feeling of belonging. And he realized Rahma's existence was starting to get dangerous. It had even entered his heart, sitting parallel to Marrisa. Ibra began to struggle, at least Marrisa's voice and attention should be there, so as not to outwit her heart.

Ibra's emotions are increasingly uncontrollable with Marrisa's words when they are communicating.

Rahma how? Are there no signs of pregnancy?

The voice was very unnatural to hear in Ibra's ears. That is not what Ibra wanted to hear when the longing for Marrisa was very high. Ibra needs encouragement to increase her love for Marrisa. Disappointed, but once again this is a game he has agreed to before. Marissa's main career.

And Rahma? It was precisely from him that Ibra got all the things he dreamed of. As a normal man, Ibra was hard to resist. Ibra even stayed in Rahma's room every night.

“Why go home fast? Said you wanted to meet a friend?” rahma asked confused. He hasn't made dinner yet. This morning Ibra got permission to meet her friends and co-workers.

“If I see, you have a few close friends.”

“I'm lazy, Amma, looking for friends. They're just friends with me because we're a.” job Rahma sat down beside Ibra while giving her a fresh drink.

“You're too stiff, anyway. Hence they prefer to go with their respective girlfriends,” ledek Rahma.

Ibra pulls Rahma's ear. “Sok know. My two friends are weird. One is evading being forced into marriage, and one is shying away from his other girlfriend.”

“Yes already, you are busy just like me, your wife,” tease Rahma unknowingly. Ibra welcomes Rahma with a kiss on the cheek. It is not hard to like Rahma.

Ibra looked at Rahma's face. “Is it true that you have never had a lover before?” The sentence was thrown out of Ibra's mouth. Rahma's arm made Ibra giggle.

“No sales,” ledek Ibra, Rahma doesn't care. She recalled her late mother's words to carefully establish a relationship as a teenager, arguably because of the mother's message, Rahma became accustomed to living alone without a lover.

Learning from the experience of Mama and Papa, make sure before getting into a relationship, neither party is hurt. Mama still regretted feeling as a destroyer of people's happiness. Though we were purely in love with each other, neither seizing nor taking it at will.

The memory of the seizure suddenly made Rahma aware. Wasn't he consciously in between one's relationships? No, he's different. It's just a treaty demand.

“Hei,” Slow pull on her ear makes Rahma regain consciousness. Ibra's face was watching. Rahma smiled clumsyly. Remembering the sacrifice of his parents who did not care to get scorn for staying together. Will she be as lucky as her parents? Rahma is even worse, viewed as bad for ruining one's household.

***

Usually after they have a relationship, Ibra always pulls Rahma's body into an embrace. Stroking his delicate back. Inhaling the aroma that always makes Ibra longing while being outside the house. See, this closeness is indeed dangerous for Ibra.

“Ibra, if I get pregnant later you hope our relationship will be like what?” rahma asked in Ibra's arms. His hands formed an abstract pattern around Ibra's chest.

“If you are pregnant, means your working period is finished.” Ibra's intention was to tease Rahma, but Rahma's hand suddenly stopped. Rahma hugged Ibra.

“You don't be afraid. You have a great service in my life. We can be friends after you give birth.” Ibra withheld speech to express a taste. A sense that until now is still confused he explained what it is.

Interested, just like he loves Marissa? Or a comfortable feeling because of the kindness of Rahma during this time who was able to accompany the lonely soul Ibra.

Since that night, Rahma chose to stay away a little and be quiet. Although he never refused Ibra's touch. Something that greatly disappointed Ibra. Something is wrong with her to Rahma. Marissa is guilty. Again, everything is going according to agreement.

“Where are you Marrisa? My love,” sigh Ibra while leaning on the chair. Confine himself in the workspace as usual if he is upset. Shaken of his love for Marrisa, making guilt continue to be a burden on the heart.

Many times he contacted Marrisa, but there was still no news. Lastly while Marrisa was still in Rome, as scheduled this month, Marrisa went to France. Ibra asked one of the acquaintances at the KBRI located in Paris to find out Marrisa. Unfortunately, Marrisa is not registered as an Indonesian citizen who is there.

“Why did you disappear Rissa, my love,” furious Ibra was upset. “Love?” ask Ibra to yourself. Ibra who really needs the warmth of his wife can finally start to turn more.

Don't blame me, it's a law of nature. Even just now Ibra realized, the length of the relationship between husband and wife is still held by Rahma, not his first wife, Marrisa. Ibra's heart once again contemplated, he did know Marrisa fairly long, but Marrisa's status as Ibra's wife and enjoyed it only two weeks since they were married.

As for Rahma, as long as Marrisa was gone she could easily enter the heart of Ibra who nearly ten years of self-fortification so that others could not enter it. Without knocking on the door, Rahma was able to open the door of Ibra's heart.

“Rahma,” says Ibra slowly. During these two months Ibra thought, maybe he and Rahma were the smartest liars in the world. We are like evil actors who use time as a pleasure to love each other. No. gabe. This can't be allowed. How wicked I am to forget Marissa. I need to be able to control myself. This cannot be continued if in the end many parties are hurt.

Ibra got up and prepared to go home. This afternoon when Ibra came home, Bi Mirna greeted Ibra in front with a radiant face. Supposedly Rahma, inner Ibra was a little disappointed. But lately Rahma has started to move away.

“Bi,” greet Ibra politely. Bi Mirna looks radiant looking at Ibra.

“Pak, Ibu Rahma was nauseous in the kitchen. But now it's improved.” Without waiting for Bi Mirna's explanation further, Ibra immediately ran into the house. To Rahma's room more precisely.

Panic, worry, all become one. “You're all right, honey?” Ibra immediately sat down beside Rahma who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed. His face was pale and sweet.

Rahma smiled sweetly, she pulled Ibra's hand slowly. “Congratulations Abraham Sarha, you will soon have offspring.” Like getting a billion rupiah tender, Ibra hugged Rahma's body very tightly and happily.

“We'll have a child, Amma. Thank you,” The greeting was unknowingly Ibra let out. Things not to say.

Rahma took off her embrace. “You and your wife Marrisa will have children,” Rahma said flatly then threw away face.

Hearing that, Ibra felt like he tasted the taste of sugar and the bitter taste of medicine at one time. Everything feels confusing.

The inner ibra is being tested. Marissa? Ibra doesn't even know where Marissa is. Ironic, a husband who doesn't care about the wife he misses. Really still miss? The fact that must be accepted, the presence of Rahma because of the wishes of Marrisa and now this agreement runs smoothly.

What does Rahma mean to me? Why are you cheating on this deal, Ibra? Realize, this woman doesn't love you she does it for money. Ibra, your real love is only Marissa.

Ibra closed her eyes and let out a long breath. All right, I have to act like the beginning of this deal played out. “Yes, you're right, I'll tell Marrisa about your pregnancy, are you okay?”

Ibra stroked Rahma's cheek with a nod and then brushed off Ibra's hand. Perhaps Rahma also began to realize, if their closeness should be limited. The mission had already come halfway through, and remained on the initial agreement.

“Rest, tomorrow we go to the obstetrician.” Ibra stood up and retreated to leave Rahma's room.

Ibra was in her study. His mind grew increasingly chaotic, selfish thoughts coming into his head.

Ibra wanted this child with her mother, but it was forbidden from the beginning. Why is it so heavy now. From the beginning, the game was crazy. I should have realized it.