SPARE WIFE

Episode 7's

“Why close your eyes?” asked Ibra while giggling. Rahma who covered the nervousness by closing her eyes felt embarrassed because she felt played with. He felt a big head, guessing Ibra would kiss him.

“Soaring!” Rahma pushes Ibra's chest. The man laughed even more. It's mortifying.

“Quiet, Rahma, you like you never make out,” said Ibra still sneered. While Rahma was silent, feeling shunned. Ironically, he has never had a dream. Having a lover is never. After all who would approach a woman like her? Just an ordinary minimarket guard. Nothing interesting, she's not a model.

Feeling unheard, Ibra looked at Rahma again.

Unafraid, Ibra pulls back Rahma's ears.

“Haduh,” ringis Rahma. Why does this man have a hobby of pulling ears?

“Do not daydream!”

Rahma rubbed her ear. Lazy to reply to Ibra's words.

“I want us to talk seriously. Listen don't cut!”

Rahma nodded. He lowered his head, conscious as if Ibra's gaze was making his concentration disturbed.

“You know for sure right, the goal is we get married?”

Rahma nodded. Yes, so that I may get pregnant and her child for you.

“And so that you get pregnant, you must also know, how and how?”

Rahma nodded again. You're a bitch, this is a shame. You idiot!

“But among us no one should get carried away.”

Rahma nodded back. Kali fruit flavor. Hopefully strongly resist this sense. Hold Rahma!

Ibra kept staring at Rahma's movements. His wife had just nodded and was lazy to look at him. “Consider this the needs of fellow adults, okay?”

Rahma nodded slowly. It's mortifying. Adult what? Marrisa, your husband is weird. Uh, my husband too, anyway. Focus Rahma.

“After pregnancy, you can not go anywhere.”

Rahma nodded. Anyone who wants to walk in Jakarta has no friends. It is very sad for you Rahma.

“Everything for you is now my responsibility.”

This time Rahma nodded quickly. Yes, you are, my husband. Husband? Uh, again you're big head. Listen to him again, Rahma! What else does he want to say, anyway? Untatled.

Ibra is getting curious, Rahma still survive not willing to look at his face. “As long as you are not pregnant, you should cooperate with me. Understood, right?”

Nope, huh? Ah, it sucks you, Ibra. I nodded again. Marrisa, your husband really sucks.

“You can ask me anything as long as you crave. If I'm not around, Bi Mirna standby is with you.”

Why am I nervous to hear the word ‘ngidam’? Being nervous. Focus Rahma!

Rahma was getting nervous. Ibra kept paying attention. “Don't panic, this is what you've been thinking about, right? Don't be like a layman who doesn't understand.” Rahma did not care. It seems like Rahma is getting to know Ibra, the man is always talking.

“You heard no?”

Rahma nodded again.

“No need to nod constantly, I'm dizzy,” ketus Ibra. “You understand, right?” Ibra asked while pulling back Rahma's ear. Looks like it's going to be Ibra's new hobby, for some reason, she doesn't feel guilty.

“Sick.” And sure enough, Rahma immediately raised her face without fear. Ibra giggled at Rahma's funny face. Tight and unfriendly, but adorable for Ibra.

“Sorry.”

“Enak really apologized,” cynical Rahma, but Ibra's reply was unexpected. Ibra smiled sweetly at him. A very sweet smile.

Note it! Very sweet. Making Rahma focus on looking at a face that seems capable of bewitching the view. That smile he had just received from Ibra.

“Include, I am Abraham Sarha, call me Ibra.” Ibra still smiled, then raised Rahma's chin. Stare at each other in silence. Seeking safety in each other's eyes.

Rahma soon realized. Immediately put his face away. “I Rahma Raihana,” said Rahma held back the nervousness that never went away, even stronger when the eyes of Ibra really did not take off her gaze.

Ibra also realized, it seemed too long to look at Rahma. There was something strange from Rahma's eyes, as if explaining the loneliness there. “Alright, we better talk about the agreement letter.”

Ibra went down. Rahma regulated her breathing. Why it feels so strange to face Ibra. As much as possible Rahma suggested to her, this is what you want and it is only natural that Ibra will be close to you.

“This.” Ibra sat down next to Rahma. Give up some maps. Rahma took one of them, read the contents of the file carefully. Everything is written there, agreements and regulations that Rahma must execute. Rahma is increasingly made distrustful when reading the rules should not be physically related when it is stated to be pregnant. Rahma's face flushed reading it. Husband wife is crazy, and I belong in their madness.

“Someone you want to ask?” Ibra is waiting beside Rahma.

Rahma was a little clumsy when she wanted to ask. “Can the rest of the money be disbursed immediately?” Rahma looked back. Ibra must have judged herself a materialistic woman.

“You need?” There's a mocking tone there. Rahma tried not to be affected by Ibra's assessment now. He's nodding.

“Oke, I will immediately melt.” Rahma knew Ibra sounded doubtful.

“You don't worry, I won't run until this agreement is complete.”

Ibra sighed. “Alright, as soon as I will melt.” Ibra also does not want to be too deep to know what the money will be used for. Not business.

“Thank you.” Rahma really feels cheap now. Cheap, but this was what he wanted. Selling his pride.

The atmosphere was silent, before Ibra spoke again. He remembered Marissa's question earlier. “Have you checked fertility? When is your fertile period?” Rahma did not expect Ibra to return to frontal speech without further ado. He alone still managed the shame that had not faded.

“Marrisa already gave you a doctor's referral before marriage, right?” sure Ibra again.

Rahma nodded. “Iya already, since I was in Jakarta I've been to the doctor. Probably three more days of my fertile days.” A shameful explanation for Rahma. It's gone crazy, Rahma just resigned.

“Good, three more days we are in touch.” Rahma closed her eyes. I can't speak anymore.

If this man before her were really the real husband of her heart, perhaps Rahma would pounce and claw at her. Inviting wife to make love with a stiff invitation.

“Hey, your face is not like that. You want to do it yourself, right?” The rebuke that made Rahma conscious. This was indeed his decision to be among them.

“Iya, sorry. I just haven't gotten used to it. May I ask you one thing?” This time Rahma tried to dare to return. Their eyes meet. “Do you hate me?”

Ibra laughed lightly, Rahma seems unique. There was innocence there, the inner Ibra began to judge. “Do you also hate me?”

Hearing Ibra's reply, Rahma involuntarily frowned.

“Listen, Amma, can I call you Amma?” Ibra takes Rahma's hand. Shake politely. Rahma did not refuse, this will definitely happen. In addition, Rahma was lulled because Ibra called her with a new designation, ‘Amma’.

“Maybe our introduction because this agreement makes us hate each other, but basically I am not a person who likes to look for enemies. Moreover, you are still brothers with Marrisa, the person I love.” Rahma was again aware of her status.

“Although you are my second wife who I married with a certain purpose, but I will also support you.” Rahma continued to listen to Ibra.

His heart cried out in disdain for Marrisa's stupidity. Stupid to abandon a man like Ibra. Rahma could see in Ibra's eyes, the man sincerely obeyed Marrisa's will. If you think about it, it's not just him who is suffering. Ibra is the same.

“I'll give you monthly money.”

“No need, the money that Marrisa had given me was still there.” Rahma felt bad for Ibra.

“Already, later discussed again.” Ibra stood up and glanced at Rahma. “Now accompany me to eat. Bi Mirna said you cooked today?”

Rahma stood up. He still wants to ask. “If this child is born, can I meet him?”

“As per the agreement, the boy will be my son and Marrisa. Later you can read in more detail the contents of the agreement.” Ibra pointed to the direction of the map containing the agreement file on the table.

Rahma stared at the sheet with nanar. “Sorry, I just want to make sure my son is educated by whom.”

Ibra immediately looked at Rahma's face sharply. He seems to have been late in speaking. “Once again I reiterate, he will be my son with Marrisa, not your son.” Ibra walked away from Rahma.

“Huft. Fucking weird. Obviously it was my son,” whispered Rahma slowly, before she went down following Ibra.

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