The Former

CAPTIVE

"Assalamualaikum! Ms. Iyem ..." cried Maya calling Ms. Iyem.

Maya enters the hotel first. The box contains food for Ms. Iyem also He who brought. Maya searches for Bu Iyem to every room on the ground floor. Realizing that there was no Bu Iyem below, Maya immediately went up, to Bu Iyem's room. Bu Iyem's room is to the right of Maya's room.

"Tok tok tok" the sound of knocking on the door.

"Mrs Iyem ... Ms. ..." call Maya to open the door to Ms. Iyem's unlocked room.

Maya dyed looking for Bu Iyem in every corner of the room. Niente. Iyem's mom doesn't exist either.

'There's no kok? Where's Miss Iyem?' maya's mumbling worried.

Maya's coming down. He half ran down the stairs. In a hurry. Maya was afraid something might happen to Ms. Iyem. An old mother whom he considered to be his own grandmother.

"Bune ... Mother ..." cried Maya who was down the stairs.

How surprised Maya who was anxious suddenly saw the figure he was looking for earlier. Ms. Iyem was chatting with me in the living room. Maya gawks at us.

"Mr Iyem .. How do you know here? Where's Miss Iyem from? I'm looking to know!" ask Maya a little grumble.

"Well .. Where does Maya neng nyari mother go? Mom was in the kitchen. Make sweet tea angel. Do not know if Neng Maya nyariin Mother" said Bu Iyem explained.

"Kirain. Nih Bu Iyem, eat first. Must be Miss Iyem hasn't eaten. Yeah, right?" said Maya handed the lunch box to Bu Iyem.

"E-eh .. Bu Iyem has not eaten. Thank you Neng Maya." said Bu Iyem with the lunch box has been moved into his hands.

Ms. Iyem looks pretty ravenous. The cuisine at Sundanese restaurant is indeed delicious, feels right on the tongue. Not much different from Bu Iyem's cooking. Everyday our tongues are used to being spoiled with the taste of Bu Iyem's cooking. Iyem, who is good at cooking, really enjoyed the food we brought for him. Especially we who in fact live to eat.

*****

Not felt, our vacation has entered the third day. Exactly Monday. The plan will be to return to Jakarta on Monday afternoon. But Vino has an office business that can't be left behind. We immediately packed our things. After everything was done, we went straight to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. In this restaurant, almost all the menus are there. Make visitors not confused about what to eat.

"Bun. No rush, is it Bun?" asked Maya who was eating a piece of cake that had been presented at our dining table.

"Engga. Just relax eat it, do not rush." I said as I scooped the fried rice on the plate in front of me.

"Means you can dong stop by the souvenir place for souvenirs. Make my school friends Bun." said Maya pleaded.

I nodded with my mouth filled with food. Vino and Bu Iyem were only seen listening to my and Maya's conversation.

"Bu Iyem's. If anyone likes it, take it. Make the children and grandchildren of Bu Iyem in the village. It can be sent via expedition. Tuh, the clothes are also good." I said pointing towards the row of clothes that hang neatly on the hanger stand.

Miss Iyem sumringah, pleased with my offer. He also began to be busy choosing what gifts will be given to his grandchildren in the village. I just took some bolpoints to give them to my office friends. While Vino, just pay attention to Kami while occasionally looking at the souvenirs that are nearby. Satisfied with getting what we wanted, we continued our journey.

*****

Jakarta.

Once at Home. Vino changed clothes and left again. He's hustling.

"Bun. Sorry, I went straight to the office. I've been waiting for others there." said Vino gave his hand to kiss me. Immediately I grabbed him and kissed the back of his palm.

"Greet Maya, I'm in a hurry. You are also fine, immediately rest so as not to get tired. Yes, Assalamualaikum." his valour kissed my forehead affectionately and said hello.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Ati-ati Yah nyetirnya." I said to return his greetings. Vino also nodded.

I don't know why. My feelings are bad. Not as usual. Like something big is going to happen. I shake my head not to think about bad things that are not necessarily going to happen. I busied myself arranging the clothes in the suitcase into my wardrobe. Tired approached. I fell asleep with my clothes and Vino.

I don't know how many hours I've been asleep. When I woke up, the pile of clothes near me was no longer there. I opened my closet. It's been neatly arranged. I smiled, very much knowing who it was. Who else if not Miss Iyem. I'll take my little bag. Seeing my phone in the bag, I immediately patted my forehead.

'God ... I forgot to turn my phone back on.' I said in my heart.

I never played my phone at the hotel. But strangely, Vino did not ask that. Makes me wonder. Vino, who never paid the slightest attention to me, was silent when I was never seen playing a cell phone at the hotel.

'Ahh .. maybe because He is enjoying the holidays too much.' My mind is trying to be indifferent.

I turned on my phone. Not waiting for the perfect active phone, I immediately rushed to take a shower. I look at this body through a mirror that is deliberately installed facing the shower pipe. My body is crazy, solid, and white. I was crying like that. Under the water that covered my crying. Crying regretting and condemning my actions all this time.

Soon I saw my phone after I finished wearing my shirt. There are some incoming messages. Ku scroll's. There's name. I opened the message first.

['Your husband, Vino. I know about our relationship. I've been telling all our love stories for two years. I also sent a video of our martyrdom when we sold it in Jakarta. He's stupid! He pretends not to know in front of you! I thought He'd divorce you right away. But what I see He wants to make you happy! Stupid husband!! I swear to God, I'll make you a widow!']

Rey's message was sent to coincide with the day and hour when Me, Vino, and Maya were at the Sundanese restaurant. It turns out what I saw was him. I closed my eyes. I pulled my hair with both hands. My chest felt like it was being hit by a sword until it pierced through my back. In the shadows, Gimana broke Vino's heart at that time. But he could resist pretending he didn't know. Putting his ego aside for our holiday to run perfectly.

'What kind of wife am I? Oh Allah ... What a heart I am! Betrayed Vino who was very sincere in love with me.' My mind cried with tears so heavy.