SPARE WIFE

Episode 3

Her name is Rahma Raihana. He's 24 years old. Single child who is used to being independent. His father was a company driver and his mother did not work. Only housewives always take good care of their children. Both of her parents died in a traffic accident as they were about to go to attend a wedding invitation of one of the neighbors in the settlement where they lived. At that time Rahma was still in high school.

Since Rahma was in junior high school they have settled in Bali. A job as a hotel guest driver was preferred by his father. Bali is a friendly city, they are comfortable living there. Simple, but rich in love. Forget the frenetic capital and the assumption of the family for marrying without family blessing. More precisely, the rejection from the family of Rahma's mother.

Rahma did get worse when both of her parents were declared victims of the consecutive accident. He really felt alone at that time, lucky that his house was close to an orphanage so that it made him feel no longer alone. The people in the orphanage received Rahma with open arms.

Following in the footsteps of her father, Rahma is always active at every opportunity to help the orphanage. His father always told me that those who live in the orphanage are also still given the opportunity by God to enjoy life. Circumstances may not be on his side, but there is no harm in us helping.

Rahma still remembered the father often brought some items, such as blankets and cleaning equipment that are still feasible but not used anymore in the hotel for the purposes of the residents of the orphanage. In addition, there are many more light assistance that is always given by the father to the orphanage.

Rahma herself now only works as a cashier at one of the minimarkets near Kuta beach, considering she only graduated high school. There is no cost to continue higher education. There is nothing interesting in his life. Rahma only learned to enjoy and be grateful for what she had obtained without being too ambitious to achieve something that was difficult to reach. Not someone high optimistic. Be happy today, looking forward to a better tomorrow.

As a neighbor of a social orphanage, Rahma always visits there. Being one of the children's playmates is really fun. Rahma felt like she had a family she once had. In addition to feeling lucky because of the abandonment of family. It's just that Rahma is luckier, she knows why her parents left her for good. While many residents of the orphanage were abandoned from the beginning for no apparent reason.

“Mother, how is the condition of the children's study room? Can it still be fixed?” Rahma is currently in an orphanage. The Holy Mother of the parlour owner was indeed close to him.

“Not yet, Nak Rahma, I've asked for help from donors but nothing is liquid.” The Holy Mother looked sad. Most caretakers are over half a century old. A few are young. Rahma is a young caretaker who sometimes needs her energy.

Rahma always remembered her parents' messages to always pay attention to the orphanage. “If Dad has a lot of money, I'd love to tidy up the parlour. Make the building there beautiful. Making those who have no one smile proud of their place. You should never forget them, yes!”

If Rahma had the money, she wanted to renovate all the buildings in the home. But what is the power of the money is just enough to support daily needs without being able to save a meaningful. That's because it has a pessimistic nature. Sometimes ambition for the future is necessary.

“I promise, Mom, I will definitely find help renovating this parlor.” Rahma hugged the Holy Mother warmly, like hugging the parents she missed.

“Father and Mother left a large family in Jakarta because they wanted to find our own happiness, while the residents of the orphanage were left behind because they feared their existence disrupted the happiness that existed. We are asate just another place.” The words of his late father always ring in Rahma's head. The orphanage is his family, as much as possible Rahma will seek help. Even if it is still in capacity.

***

Rahma sighed while patting both cheeks so that this boredom disappeared. This afternoon was really hot and he was still reluctant to get out of the minimarket. Seeing the bright view from the outside from the inside alone made him squint. Maybe later in the afternoon before he will stop at Kuta beach for a moment. It felt like he had not played sand for a long time while waiting for the sun to set. Some time he was busy helping the mother of the home looking for renovation funds. Some help, but not the maximum. Rahma sat back in the front seat of the cashier. Boring, if he were to become rich. It was easy to make sure he had money.

Rahma stood up again when the minimarket door opened. Looks like there are customers entering the minimarket.

“Good day,” said Rahma as usual.

“I need strawberry-flavored lip vitamins, any?” A tall beautiful woman pointed behind Rahma.

“This?” asked Rahma reassured again. The woman nodded and they looked at each other. It seems like they know each other.

Rahma researched further the apparition of the beautiful woman in front of her. Obviously the way she dresses is very different. Rahma has always been modest wearing jeans and casual clothes. While in front of him wearing a beautiful mini dress, and do not forget the makeup that is so charming. Anyone would be fascinated to see it.

“It looks like we know each other?” she rebuked the woman to Rahma. “You Rahma?” sure that woman. Rahma nodded awkwardly, she also tried to remember what the name of the woman in front of her was.

“I Rissa. Marissa.” Rahma walked out of the cashier area. Approaching a woman named Marrisa. The woman smiled kindly waiting for Rahma's memory to return.

“Rissa? You're Aunt Lily's son?” Rahma screamed a little. It was clear that he did not believe, this woman in front of him had a blood relationship with him. Marrisa is the niece of her late mother. Marissa Claudya, Rahma remembered. When they were young when they attended family events, they were quite familiar.

“Iya, I'm Marrisa,” answered Marrisa then pulled Rahma's body. Cuddling each other releases longing. Marrisa remembers, Rahma was a very good brother. He was always sweet with anyone.

“You still live in Bali?” ask Marrisa. For a moment he was silent, since he was busy trying his luck in the model world, Marrisa was rarely interacted with a large family. He rarely comes and intervenes.

“Sorry when you grieve I didn't come. But Mama came, right?” ask Marrisa. Rahma just nodded without any problem. He had already begun to accept that the extended family of his mother did not pay much attention to him. And also from my father's family.

Since settling in Bali, you could say Rahma's parents like to stay away from their respective families. As Rahma knew, the father did not have many relatives. Her father is an only child and both parents have long since gone, while the other extended family Rahma does not know.

Meanwhile, Rahma only knew Aunt Lily as her mother's sister, Laila.

“I'm fine. Already can accept, but I'm glad we finally get to meet again,” replied Rahma firmly. Just meeting Marissa made him happy. This means that he can still know someone who has a blood relationship with him.

“You work here?” Marissa scanned the whole room. Rahma nodded without shame. He does work here and need not be discouraged. Little considering, the Marrisa family is indeed quite wealthy. Rahma knew because her father had worked as a driver for several years in the family office of Marissa's father, Ramana.

“Still long?” Rahma silently digested Marrisa's sentence.

“I mean, you're still long home from work?”

“Oh, I'm until afternoon.” Marissa nodded happily.

He looked at the chair in front of the minimarket.

“Yes already, I just wait in front of you after you finish our duty of sightseeing. I still miss.” Rahma nodded. He's back at the cashier's.

Marrisa is ready to pay for lip vitamins that she previously ordered, also taking fresh drinks available at the minimarket.

***

“So you are now a famous model?” asked Rahma enthusiastically. They were sitting in a cafe on the beach. Waiting for a dear sunset to be left behind.

“Not too famous, the proof you do not know,” ledek Marrisa trying to familiar with Rahma. Not meeting them long enough makes them a little awkward.

“I rarely see entertainment world news,” honest Rahma. “But, Riss, dear dong, your lecture is still neglected?”

Marrisa nodded while looking at the blushing sky. “Risk, I chose to focus on the model world. My mom and dad still want me to go to college. Therefore I always resigned when asked when to graduate, until finally those who resigned because I had forgotten the same responsibility of college.” Marrisa giggles when she tells a story.

“They are willing I did not become a scholar.” Rahma laughed lightly. It was fortunate that Marissa could get what she wanted. Even abandoned easily the opportunity, while Rahma had to resign from college because it had no cost.

“If you think about it, so you're good, Rahma. Live alone without anyone setting.” Rahma shook her head quickly. Life without parents is not good. The foundation in the heart is like it's not safe. Easily collapsed. “You're lucky, Rissa, still got a whole family. Even noticed.”

Marrisa smiled sweetly looking at Rahma. Beautiful and natural.

Rahma also looked at Marrisa while giving praise in the day. It's beautiful, Marissa. Like women, Marrisa is a complete package dream of men. Especially from clothes and make up that must have an expensive logo. Happy for his life, while I?

They looked back at the sky with their own thoughts. Marrisa again glanced at Rahma to research.

“You're married?” marrisa asked suddenly. Rahma shook her head without shame. “Boyfriend just doesn't have.” They laugh.

“You alone?” ask Rahma back. Marrisa is silent given the status of her relationship with her male friend. Ibra's shadow appeared on his head. The status of his relationship with the man was what he did not know. Marrisa realizes, Ibra loves him and has proposed to him many times.

Do not forget the tempting offer to get the freedom to focus more on the model world. An offer on the condition of marriage and descent, with Ibra of course.

“Rahma, if you come with me to Jakarta would you not? Working with me continues to earn a lot of money.?” marrisa suddenly. It seemed Marrisa was serious, her facial features were not playful. Did ya? But they just met after not seeing each other for a long time. No problem, right? They have family ties.

Hmm ... Interesting offer. I might be able to send money to the parlor if I make a lot of money. The Holy Mother would definitely have no trouble repairing the already increasingly rickety parlors.

“Hmm.” Rahma muttered involuntarily. As if self-conscious because of the type of work Marrisa is opposite to him. Totally different.

“I'm not talented as a model, Riss. Body bantet gini.” Marrisa looked at her face carefully. Then Marrisa asked with a visitor next to them.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mom. I want to ask, my sister does not look like my face?” What questions? Embarrassing. Rahma could not believe the strange question was thrown from Marrisa's mouth. The inner Rahma answered, clearly different. Rahma felt unworthy of being compared to Marissa.

“Minik Mbak, her sister is naturally beautiful, very similar to Mbak. Later if it is smart dance, her brother will lose.” The mother answered honestly. Both Marrisa and Rahma laughed lightly. Then Marrisa again examined the appearance of Rahma as a whole. Their faces are similar. It's just that Rahma is less short and full. Not fat, just not as straight as Marrisa.

Feeling noticed blatantly makes Rahma a little clumsy. What is he thinking, huh? Ah, so nervous yourself.

“OK, tonight I want a fashion show, you come, yes! After that I'll talk business with you. Seriously, thankfully there will be a lot. Want no?” bring Marrisa enthusiastic.

How, huh? Lucky much? Can make a renovation of the house for sure.

“What work?” Rahma began to wonder. Lately, he has been tired of looking for donors. An environment that is limited to friends of one profession does not allow rich donors.

“Later I tell you at the hotel where I stayed, here is not comfortable and there is no privacy.” Rahma just nodded, maybe Marrisa was just making small talk. Have you not met for a long time and offered a job with a lot of profit? Rahma did not want to expect too much.

Marrisa pampit after the two exchanged mobile numbers. Marrisa also said she hoped Rahma would come to see her later. Rahma once again nodded, though her heart was made curious. What will be discussed later.

And this is where Rahma, waiting for Marrisa who is cleaning up after the fashion show. Inner Rahma was envious to see the lifestyle of Marrisa.

“You've eaten, Rahma?” marrisa asked while drying her hair, very beautiful without makeup, although her body is thin but she has a sexy body, no wonder because the profession of Marrisa is a model. Again Rahma researched and envy began to creep in.

Rahma continued to speak in her heart. Remember what the cafe visitors said this afternoon. Similarities between himself and Marrisa. Impossible. Marrisa is a model, while you are ordinary. His clothes alone look elegant even though Marrisa only wears a satin-style nightgown. It's so fancy. Money can change everything.

If Rahma had a lot of money. Rahma shook her head while giggling to herself. Daydreaming just from seeing Marrisa and her nightgown.

“Why smile on your own?” marrisa asked confused. “Rahma! You asked if you ate and daydreamed?” search Marrisa.

“OK, direct to the point only, well.” Marrisa was already sitting sweetly beside her while smilingly looking at Rahma who was ready to listen.

Flowing the story of Marrisa and her dreams in the world of modeling. Marrisa and the freedom she has not yet fully gained. Marrisa is confused by her parents' intention to introduce herself to an established man. It does not rule out the possibility of continuing into a more serious relationship. If that happens, it is certain that the main dream of Marrisa will stop halfway. Marissa has not gone any further. But things don't seem to be on his side. Not to mention his intention to agree to a contract of employment as a model abroad. Marissa must make a decision.

And, in the end Ibra's offer he told Rahma. I know no place. Marrisa talks honestly about a man named Ibra who is very obsessed with her. Even silly offers the idea of getting married and having children with him. With the guarantee of his freedom of career.

Impossible for Marrisa because in the employment agreement, Marrisa is forbidden to get pregnant. But he was interested in Ibra's offer.

Rahma still faithfully listened to a series of reasons Marrisa. Until one sentence spoken by Marrisa makes Rahma silent can not answer.

“What if you are pregnant with Ibra's child? Remember our faces are pretty similar?” marrisa's silly speech is still difficult to digest Rahma. And Marrisa unceremoniously went back to explaining.

The man named Ibra was willing to marry and live a normal household. Including the process of getting children, he wants to have offspring. Not the adoption that Marrisa offered.

Initially Rahma suspected Marrisa would borrow her womb to carry their child, but it turned out that Marrisa's idea was even more ridiculous. Crazy, to be exact. “I want it your only child with him. For now I have not thought of becoming a mother.”

Rahma shook her head and held her breath many times. What dreams did he have last night to get into this weird conversation. Do you realize that Marrisa is playing with marriage? The feelings of her husband, and even worse the fate of the child.

“After you give birth I will say that the child is my son and Ibra.” Rahma kept shaking. He was normal enough to refuse. It's insanity.

“Please, Rahma! I know it's crazy, why don't we just reckon? I really need an offer Ibra.”

“And you think I also need your offer?” Rahma shakes. It's freaky.

Marrisa was all her might holding back the anger. It is only natural that Rahma would refuse. “Listen, as I said this kind of work. I'll give you the money. Reply services.” Rahma was still digesting the sentence after sentence that Marrisa threw. Is it that easy to play with marriage? Marriage should be done by those who love each other. Where does love mean?

“You don't love him?” asked Rahma curiously. Marissa smiled calmly.

“I don't need love to accept someone's proposal. Supporting each other and understanding is enough. And Ibra wants to understand my dream.”Rahma massaged her head. You weird human beings.

“Good. I think you need to think. I won't interfere.” Marissa walked up to pick up an envelope in her bag. He gave the envelope to Rahma.

“No.” Rahma knew it was some money.

“No offense, I just want to give it to you. The delayed transaction. Come ... if you refuse to give to those in need,” woo Marrisa. “Are you not neighbors with the orphanage. Give it to them if you refuse.” Marrisa knows Rahma's simple thoughts.

“Alright, I received this for the parlor. Because the parlor needs him at this time,” honestly Rahma. Marrisa nodded with a smile. Wishing she could seduce Rahma into accepting her proposal.

“You can get more money for the parlor from me Rahma.” Marissa will not give up. “Contact me if you change your mind! My phone's always on and I need an answer as soon as possible. I'm still here one week. You know where to meet me.”

“I go first, thank you.” Rahma walked slowly, on one hand, her mind grew tired due to Marrisa's strange request, but on the other hand the hope of helping the parlour grew. If Marrisa can fulfill her request to help the parlour, can she accept the job?

Rahma left with a feeling of worry. All memories are mixed into one. Like a re-broadcast that never finishes.

“Papa would like to help this home. If Papa had the money. Papa wants to be useful to those who are left without feeling. They seem destined to be useless. Poor.”

“Rahma, Mom worried about the safety of the children's home. The building of this house must be repaired. If you much help is coming...”.

“I'll give you money. Reply services.”

***

Upon arrival at home, Rahma was still pensive to think about Marissa's unusually reckless request. But he needs money. When will he be able to realize his late father's dream. If there is a chance why it was rejected. In addition, having children is also not a problem that is too heavy as long as it is in the right status. But the child that will be born is his son and the husband of Marrisa later?

Rahma shook her head. Really tired of thinking about various but and but.

Rahma finally walked out of the house. As usual he spent time every day with the residents of the parlour.

“Holy Mother, why? Any problems?” The newly arrived Rahma was a little confused to see the face of the Holy Mother, the caretaker, who looked lethargic.

“So the roof of the study room was destroyed. It's time maybe well, Rahma?” The Holy Mother smiled weakly looking at Rahma.

“Mother has been trying to contact a donor every month. Honey, his assistant's taking. Maybe next month will be seen.” Rahma was worried again. If only he had money to help with the renovation. This orphanage is not too big, renovating does not mean remodeling. Rahma can be tasted.

“Rahma promise will seek help.” Rahma gives the envelope that Marrisa gave her. He had already counted at home first. Marrisa gave three million rupiah. Can be allocated to tidy this roof temporarily.

“This is your money?” ask the Holy Mother. Rahma shakes. “So there's a home for you, Bu.” A smile rose on the face of the Holy Mother. Someone he considers to be his own parent. Rahma knew she had to get help right away. Soon it will enter the rainy season.

“Mother pray Rahma, yes!” pinta Rahma is sincere.

And after three days of thinking, Rahma finally got an answer. He put aside all the egos that dwell in the head. Rahma has never had a romance with another type, too lazy and wasting time, according to Rahma. He also did not know the figure who loved Marrisa to be willing to wait for his brother for many years. Crazy man, honest inner Rahma.

While walking towards the hotel where Marrisa was staying, Rahma had indeed prepared an answer.

Marrisa's request will be accepted, on the terms of which he will submit to Marrisa.

Rahma had already contacted Marrisa, according to the appointed time. The door of the room opened, Marrisa greeted with a beautiful smile. Rahma admitted that Marrisa is good at polishing the face with a decent appearance.

“Sign, Rahma! I just finished shooting.” Marrisa was very friendly to welcome Rahma who was walking uneasily.

“Sit...!” Marissa sat down beside Rahma. Waiting for what Rahma will say.

“If I accept your offer, can you give me a lot of money?”

Marissa scoffed at hearing it.

“How much do you need?” ask Marrisa.

“About two hundred and fifty million,” challenge Rahma. Between sure and not, he dared to ask for that amount of money.

“Agree. I'll give you money worth it as long as you want to get pregnant.” Marissa said without thinking. Money is no problem for him. Especially Ibra.

“How?” Marissa waited for Rahma's reply.

“I accept your offer, Rissa,” said Rahma in one word. Marissa gave a smile. It seems like Rahma is easy to ask for help.

“But...,” says Rahma again. If she had lowered her head earlier, this time Rahma looked at Marrisa's face. “I want him to also marry me as his second wife.” Finally Rahma could voice her heart. Marissa widened her eyes. Surprised? For sure.

Rahma herself was also surprised, finally her thoughts since last night were expressed and could be approved, considering the way Marrisa told her if she did not feel love for Ibra.

Close to the orphanage environment makes Rahma know one thing, namely the social status of the child later. The child cannot use his surname if born without a clear status.

One thing that makes Rahma angry, namely the pregnancy program that will be done naturally. In a sense, do not want the way of tube babies or other medical. Marrisa said that the requirement was to avoid problems if it was smelled by the other party. And that means the same thing as him committing adultery. Rahma still knows the limits to this one.

Married to whom, but a pregnancy program with another woman. Rahma sneered inwardly. Condemn the madness of Marrisa and what is certain is the folly of her now.

Aware Marrisa chose silence ever since she voiced out the terms. “You rest easy, I just don't want this kid's status to be unclear. After all, if you are not married, does that not include adultery? We will make a contract until the time I am required to leave, if you do not believe me.” Rahma said trying to calm down.

“Well if that's the condition of giving your pregnancy to me and my husband, I accept you to be my husband's second wife. Remember that! It's just a contractual relationship, my dear cousin!” Rahma did not expect Marrisa to easily agree.

Is it that easy for Marissa to share a husband? Rahma laughed in her heart.

“You will have your needs ready soon! We're going to Jakarta. You take it easy, as long as in Jakarta you will stay in my apartment.”

Rahma nodded then looked back at Marrisa seriously. It was too late, so he didn't care. “You said this was paid? I can ask for his face money.”

Again Marrisa gave a scornful look. And Rahma was no longer worried. This crazy idea has made him lower his self-esteem.

“OK, I'll give you the down payment. Remember this is our secret,” reply Marrisa haughty.

“Deal!” Rahma laughed inwardly, her pride has just been sold.

***