The Winged Angel

19. Fall Sick

Tired of crying. Tired of struggling. The noise of rain falling on the roof of the car. It made me drown myself in that man's arms. Can only lean on his shoulder. There was a mouthful of people stifling in the chest.

The scent of perfume emanating from his body was like an intoxicating opium. My eyes closed. Feel the fingers gently rubbing the head.

"You're stil the one that I love .... The only one I dream off ....You're still the one I kiss good night ...." He whispered a song in my ear as he sobbed.

My subconscious is ripped. There is a warmth that feels flowing throughout the bloodstream. Peace, quiet, humbling. His embrace then loosened because I no longer thrashed.

Time feels slow.

"Who are you?" hisisku.

"I'm Henry Santoso. The man you love" he said hoarsely.

My face looks. Our eyes are locked together. Saddled look. I scanned the face inch by inch. The distance of our faces is only a short distance.

"You know me?"

"Of course I know you, honey. You're my wife. Your name is Niken Amalia not Miss."

"I'm your wife?" My eyelids are widened.

"Hm." He nodded.

"What evidence? Can you show us our wedding photos?"

"Emm." His face suddenly turned frantic. "Many of our photos besides wedding photos."

He threw a flat object in front of me. Sliding screen.

"These are our pictures." The phone was placed in front of my face.

He's correct. In the photos on the screen that have a lot of photos with me. We looked so close. The friendly pose. Full of smiles and hugs.

"Where's our wedding photo?" my question is to slide the screen.

"We don't have any wedding photos, Non."

My eyebrows cringing. My eyes probed that handsome face. He's really handsome. But that doesn't mean his good looks can make me blind.

"You lied, right? If we ever got married we'd have a wedding photo."

"Good, Ken! We don't have wedding photos because you don't want to have a reception" he said.

"Cannot be. That could be you."

I pulled my body from him.

The man scooped up a riled face.

"Some one confessed to my parents. Now someone's claiming to be my husband." I smiled bitterly.

"Go back with me, Ken! You read our marriage certificate at home!" His voice began to sound angry.

"No! I'm going home to the boarding house." I snapped his hand which held my arm.

"Please, Ken! Don't torture me like this! I miss you."

Face brightens.

"I'm tired. Go home."

"Go home with me."

I'm shaking.

He breathed a rough breath. Closing my eyes as if thinking hard. "OK, Honey. You can go back to the room today. I'll drive it inside."

The man who claimed to be my husband took off his jacket. Out the door. Walk around the car to open the door next to me. The rain is starting to stop. Remaining drizzle thin.

"Let's get off!" he said while developing a jacket over his head to paddle.

We walked side by side into that narrow road. Laying a jacket. I silently looked at the face of the tall man beside me. Recorded every curve of his face. His attitude was so sincere to me.

"Till here!" my door.

"Which are you bored?"

I pointed to the second floor part of a house that was still several tens of meters away from us standing. The doors of the house seemed to be tightly closed due to the cold and windy weather.

"Go home. Take good care of yourself!"

"Gum."

I continued the steps.

"I will take care of you" said the man again.

I ran away small and left him. In front of the building I looked back. He was still standing under the drizzle looking at me. I then walk through the front door. Afraid of mom kos.

***

That night in the room. My body is restless looking for a comfortable sleeping position. Wandering thoughts. Remembering my meeting with a man named Henry Santoso.

Is that man really my husband? The pictures he showed proved that we were close. But not enough to prove that he's my husband.

"So this afternoon Mister Sam met you at the inn?" asked Roro with a position down beside me.

"Yes. I almost passed. Fortunately, I saw it from far away. So I ran away," I said.

"Our message is looking for you doesn't exist. I know to go home first. Hoaaah ...." Ayu who was lying by my side spoke while yawning.

"Ck .. ck ..ck." Roro. "Can't fuck me, Non. If that's Mister Sam can chase you."

"The good man is always helped by God" said Ayu with closed eyes.

"Thankfully, someone was saying it." I lay on my side towards Roro.

"Who?" asked Roro while confirming the location of the glasses.

"Babang Siwon," said kalem.

"Tell me clearly and in detail, Non!" Roro also followed Ayu, set the position ready to listen.

"So serious anyway?" I gave a smile looking at them alternately, then sat on my bed.

"Yes eelah. I didn't see Siwon in his room. Uda belain gosrek closet until scuffed." Roro deliberately woke up demonstrating the movement of brushing the closet with his head turned.

Ayu held her stomach. "That's a closet gosrek, what's rocking the tiger trio, Ro? Ahhaha!"

I also looked up to see Roro's hilarious behavior.

"Your ridicule is not smooth, Ro," ledek Ayu again.

"Dad." Roro ruffled his own hair with a squint-made eyeball.

"She was the afternoon when I came home," I told her, after I could ease the laughter.

"Hooh ... continues?" Ayu's eyes flickered.

"I .. need your opinion."

"He has a crush on you, Nope? A brush!'" guess Roro spirit.

"Not."

"Damf. Make curious." Ayu looked at me anxiously

"She said ..." Sentence hangs. Swallow.

Both my best friend's eyes waited patiently.

"He said he was .. my husband."

"WHAT?!" Again they were surprised.

"Maybe not?" many weak.

"Maybe it is. But why did you get separated?" Ayu held my shoulder.

I'm shaking. "I didn't give him a chance to say much."

"Due ... Kesian Babang Siwon," said Ayu with eyes glaring.

"So she has proof that she's your husband?" Roro went back to bed.

"Photo-photo. But, there's no wedding photos."

"Buckoo! That I, Non. Probably not possible, directly *****. No business." Roro advancing lips.

The plot! "Awuch!" Roro's head was hit by Ayu's big hand.

"You don't have any behavior!" Ayu Umpat. Roro just misses being treated like that.

"Ever meeting someone like Mister Sam makes me not easy to believe" I complained.

"Yes already. Look at it later. Get to where he can prove that you're really husband and wife" Ayu suggested.

****

"Geng .. try this here!" Roro sat squatting in front of the room door.

Ayu and I who were still lazily in bed were lured closer. It's still very early morning. Mandipun I haven't.

"Wheel! The door across from us opened. It was empty for a long time. How come there's a guy?" Roro pointed to a room door that was right across from our room.

"Ma ...." Uncompleted Ayu spoke, a man came out from the door of the room standing in front of his guardrail.

"Siwon Branch?" Ayu's mouth is rounded.

The three of us were amazed to see the man smilingly waving his hands towards us.

"If it's true he's your husband, Non. He must be a romantic guy."

"Crazy .. so handsome, Non."

"Belain ngekos also deket here."

"Feel the Korean drama of your life, Non."

Roro and Ayu spoke.

"A quick reply to his hand, Non!" Ayu moved my hand.

I blushed noticing the man staring at me.

Holy hooch! I held onto the hair that had not yet worn the hijab. Maybe this is the cause. I immediately hid behind the clothesline.

***

On the advice of Ayu and Roro. I didn't go to work today. Fearing that Mister Sam would come back to look for me at the inn.

The whistling from across the street made me look. Still a few more pieces of laundry I have to arrange on the clothesline.

He's the man who confessed to my husband. Holding a large cardboard paper.

OUR MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE IS ON OUR WAY HERE

He wrote again on the paper with a big marker. Show me.

YUK STREET!

I bite my lips. Doubtful what to answer. If he wants to do evil. He could have done it when he was in the car.

PLEASE! One more writing.

I'm nodding. He jumped up happily while holding a fist in the air.

Seriate