The Cost of Trust

The Part 288

"Hey, what if we just go here!" said Fai.

"Feel rich who has Lo!" Aziz throws his lips.

"Yey..why boss? Mumpung the moment fit so!", said Fai again. Aziz's face melengos.

"Kanjeng queen, can we please stay here?", asked Fai whose face was pointed at me.

"What's? Kanjeng queen? I am Roro Jonggrang! Yesterday first lady, tomorrow what else??", I replied annoyed. But they all laughed at me.

"Yes yes.nyonya Aziz Abisatya Nugroho, may we all nginep here?", asked Fai again more politely because Mika just pinched her waist .

"But ..You know there are only two rooms here?!", I replied.

"Yes, the people of Adam sleep here!" said Fai.

"Surely Abi can sleep if not the same Uma?", asked Mika.

Suddenly all held back his laughter, including Mika herself. Fai scratched his head which was not itchy.

"Ngga knows Uma.", he replied softly.

Finally our laughter broke, and finally Diaz who had fallen asleep woke up.

"Ssssttt....sadly the mother was shocked huh?? I'm sorry son!", I said patting Diaz's ass.

"Lo the Fa! Yes if you want, you sleep here with us. Let the women in the room", Damar mediate.

"Yes, I tried!", said Fai.

At ten in the evening, me and the others were getting ready for bed.

I'm sleeping with Mika in my mom's room, while Hayu is sleeping in my room with Diaz too.

In the room, Hayu seemed to want to confide in me. But I didn't dare to ask until he opened his voice.

"In...!", call Hayu Lirih who sleeps on the floor mattress with me and Diaz. He said it's not good to sleep in my bed and Aziz mas.

"Do you have any problems mba?", I asked.

Hayu was silent for a while, I admit Hayu is beautiful. His bleseteran face was indeed very attractive to anyone to look at him.

"I'm happy to hear my friends are pregnant."

"Yes, I'm the same!"

I heard Hayu sigh. Then he rubbed his stomach.

"I am pregnant!", said Hayu Lirih. I who was lying down woke up immediately.

"What's? benerannn? Praise be to Allah!", I said excitedly but not to Hayu.

I finally asked again. And Hayu sat leaning against the wall like me.

"Why then, mba? Isn't that happy news? Mas Damar knows, right?", I asked.

Hayu shook her head.

"I'm glad Di, can get pregnant again. Whereas for ten years I was with the late mas Royan, any effort we have done but did not produce results. Though the results of the examination, we're fine."

I pat Hayu on the shoulder, then I smile.

"That means mas Damar tokcer mba. God has his own plan for you. Hence, she was presented in your womb after you married mas Damar instead of the late mas Royan!"

Hayu smiled faintly.

"I feel like I'm a traitor at."

"What kind of traitor is mba?"

"It was as if I had forgotten about my ten-year relationship with Royan, changing my destiny."

"Not so mbak. Maybe this was his destiny like that. Then, why don't you tell me you're pregnant to Mas Damar?"

I heard him breathe again.

"So, before coming here me and Mas Damar to the house of Papa and Mama."

I have not responded to Hayu's remarks.

"Oh Allah.", my hissing. Whereas in the past, prof Handoko, his papa mas Damar was my favorite lecturer. I didn't expect him to have this side of his head.

"What is mba? Is it because you were married before? Not that they already know that you guys have.....!"

"One of them was Di....!"

"What's wrong with marrying a widow? ", many. But Hayu did not answer.

"Sir, why are your in-laws thinking so stale. Though they are both educated people all you know?!", I said a little annoyed.

"Mama did not approve because of my status before her Di. But papa also has another reason?!"

"What about... proximity to lilies?", I asked. I heard Stevan's words back then.

"Yes ..that's one of them at."

"One of Mulu anyway mbak, how many actually?", I tried to reduce the tension Hayu. And sure enough, Hayu smiled a little.

"Papa Damar, wish to have your son-in-law Di!", said Hayu full of suppressors.

"Huh? Hahaha where there is so mba. Ngawur! Kan prof Han knows I'm married. After all, that excuse doesn't make sense!"

"For you it probably doesn't make sense. But not for Papa" said Hayu himself.

"Oh Allah, this is absolutely wrong!", I said.

"I'm not a good woman like you Di. He said Papa knew your college days. How you hang out, how you make friends with the opposite sex. Compared to hearing my dark story and Mas Damar, of course I still lost far below you!"

"Astagfirullah mbak. istighfar! Mba, horrify me!", I confirmed my sitting position.

"Take this as a test for your marriage. Face with a cold head. God willing, there is a way out. And as for Prof Han's words about me, don't be so on your mind. I'm not as perfect as he thinks. Now just focus on the baby in your womb. Damar must know!"

"But Di, do you know our marital status?!" he said looking at me.

"Why your status? You're married, why are you afraid?"

"We haven't legalized our marriage in "

"Yes, legalize it as soon as possible!"

"But both of Damar's parents didn't agree with Di."

"O Allah, let them disagree. What matters is that your actions are not wrong. Who knows, as time goes on after you get married in KUA, your in-laws are devastated. I want to have a grandchild."

"That's also his problem at."

"What are the problems?", I became a hustle myself.

"If my child is born a girl, how will the record be? I don't want my son to be born out of wedlock."

"Oh Allah, why is your mind that far????"

"I'm just thinking about his future."

"Sir, if your son grows up, he will also know. You think it's a distance ah!"

Hayu.

"So, should I tell Mas Damar about my pregnancy?", ask me.

"Yes yes, mbak. Time told her to my husband!", I said manyun. Suddenly Hayu hugged me.

"Thank you, Di, I want to be my best friend and brother at once! Thanks for listening to my curses."

"Yes mba. You welcome! Next time there is a story. Not in the sniffers themselves. What else are you pregnant mbak, can't stress!"

"Yes Di."

"Yes, it's already in the middle of the mall. Sleeping yuk!"

Hayu nodded then joined in laying down like me.

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After this God willing to go to the end.

Thanks in advance yes friends who have been deigned to read the writings of spare change 🤭