SPARE WIFE

Episode 8

Three days later, Ibra stayed home with Rahma. They were still sleeping separately, Rahma in the guest room, and Ibra in her and Marrisa's room.

Ibra was not disturbed by the presence of Rahma. They could've sat down for breakfast together and dinner if Ibra hadn't come home too late. Ibra has even started to like Rahma's cooking. It was three days that Rahma made food for Ibra.

Unhypocritical, Ibra felt like she had a new life. This is just called a household. Loyal wife takes care of husband at home. Wife welcomes husband after tired outside. Rahma began to do it even though it was still limited. Ibra really appreciates it. This is what he wants when he comes up to the stairs.

One thing that makes Ibra more fond of Rahma. His wife always asked back if Ibra was asking. The behavior that sometimes makes Ibra dizzy actually makes their interaction uninterrupted. Like now, when Ibra was enjoying breakfast.

“Why are you eating breakfast bread? While I, you make fried rice?”

“There is a ban on eating bread if you eat fried rice?” asked Rahma while putting on a soft face. Surprisingly, Ibra was not upset. Rahma evokes the sense of anxiety Ibra. Especially if you are looking at her sweet face. True said Bi Mirna, Rahma's face is able to make people melt. If Marissa's gaze makes Ibra submissive, it is different from Rahma's. Ibra seemed to be washed away with her adorable face.

“If you make bread, I will eat it too.”

“Yes already, tomorrow I make you bread while I fried rice,” ledek Rahma. Ibra returned Rahma's laughter.

“You are beautiful when you laugh,” said Ibra honestly.

“If you are not beautiful while laughing,” reply Rahma again.

“Pastya. You don't want to go outside?” Rahma immediately shook her head. “Malas.”

Ibra went back to silence and enjoyed the fried rice made by Rahma.

“It's delicious, Amma.” Ibra re-opens the voice. Since yesterday Ibra had wanted to praise Rahma for the taste of her cooking. It can be said to be similar to my mother.

“My mom used to teach me how to cook for my husband. He said let me feel at home,” honest Rahma unknowingly. Ibra gives a sweet smile to Rahma. Makes Rahma clumsy. The reaction since yesterday if Ibra smiled was still the same, always blushing.

“Now reached, right?” Rahma could not believe hearing Ibra's words. His eyes are perfectly round. Beautiful, Inner Ibra.

“But you are not my real husband,” honest Rahma with a funny face. His lips pouted funny, inner Ibra could not give up.

“But, our status is now husband and wife. Come on, just enjoy it for now,” invite Ibra unknowingly. He felt that there was no reason to stay away from Rahma, their situation was already like this. By Marissa's permission.

“I can't. I promised not to get carried away.”

“Sorry, you are right.” Ibra is back. “Which obviously I don't hate you, Rahma.” Rahma nodded. One step better for today.

“Omong-by the way, you live in Bali, well?” ask Ibra.

Rahma nodded. “Iya, I stay there.” Rahma answered quickly without needing to answer her question. At first glance Ibra remembered Marrisa's explanation of Rahma. Maybe Rahma did not want to continue her family story.

“Are you comfortable staying there?” Ibra is still curious. Ibra knows Rahma was an orphan.

“Paited.”

Rahma shakes. “I also just met Rissa when she went to Bali three months ago. In the past, when my parents were still in Jakarta I was close to him. At least my childhood had a big family. Yes, although not all accept. You could say Marrisa accepted me enough to play together. Moreover, Papa had worked as a driver in the family company Ramana.” Rahma looked ordinary when she said that.

“Sopir?” ask Ibra.

Rahma nodded back. “Iya, after Papa resigned and chose to live in Bali, we really lost contact. And time brought us back three months ago, until finally he made sure I'm the business I'm running now with you.” Rahma laughed embarrassedly. Ibra only listened to Rahma's words.

“If not our faces were similar, he would not have forced me. Your wife is weird, she doesn't want to get pregnant by herself.”

Hey, she had a reason why she didn't want to get pregnant, inner Ibra was a little offended.

“If I were him, with the status of a wife of a young businessman, responsible, clever, unpretentious, diligent saving like you, I mah, prefer to be a housewife. Taking care of the house, the child, and what I will not miss, spending your money,” ledk Rahma no matter, Ibra just nodded in agreement in heart. It was also what he wanted from Marrisa, to be his faithful wife. Ibra offers happiness to Marrisa.

“Ngapain busy career, if you have to leave your husband? Later pecked nyesel, deh. If I was Rissa I had tied you up you can't wander.”

Ibra snorted exasperatedly. Rahma's talk makes Ibra miss Marrisa.

“Marrisa really weird.” Rahma still speaks apparently.

“Don't talk like that, he's your cousin,” scolds Ibra.

“Yang said who is your cousin?” Ibra glanced at Rahma, starting to ask again. As if he understood, Rahma just nodded as if he understood Ibra's reprimand.

“Ya already, be careful at home!” Ibra stood up and Rahma followed her from behind.

“Street next to me,” said Ibra. Since this morning, Ibra's call has begun to change. He already does not use the word ‘saya’ for himself. Ibra is getting comfortable with Rahma.

“Whatever can?” ask Rahma. Ibra pulls Rahma's arm to align with her. “Times can't? We can be friends, Rahma.”

“You want to be my friend?” Rahma asked back.

Ibra glanced at Rahma's face. Always asking back.

“Must not be friends with the person who will give me a child?” Rahma spontaneously lowered her head, Ibra was too forthright. To make Rahma come back to her senses about a reality.

“Iya, definitely because of that,” Rahma said slowly.

“What kind of reason do you want?” This time Rahma did not ask back, nor did she answer. He just shakes.

“Alright, I leave first.” Rahma nodded while waving her hand. Ibra retreated back before getting into the car. Approaching face. “I hope you don't forget later tonight our schedule,” whispered Ibra then leave with a laugh.

Rahma, meanwhile, froze in place.

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