To Mutia

You.. liar!

"Can I shut up and sit down. My eyes can squint, if it keeps following Aa's movements."

Azril turned to his sister-in-law who was sitting side by side with Mutia in the front waiting chair of the ER room and threw a sharp gaze.

"Who told you to follow my movements?" sewot.

"Well, Aa was pacing back and forth in front of me, so automatically my gaze would follow Aa. Mutia too." turning to Mutia, Ghifar asked for support. A second later her lips were drawn symmetrically when she found Mutia nodding her head.

"See? It's better for Aa to sit down, calm down, before Mutia gets dizzy and ends up vomiting."

The pregnant woman scowled as Ghifar made her an excuse.

"How can I calm down, Ghi? My wife is in there and until this moment I don't know her condition. If you were in my position, you would definitely behave the same as me." then Azril approached the chair beside Mutia and sat his body there. Both of his hands moved rubbing his face violently.

Ghifar glanced at Mutia. Suddenly Mutia's shadow was in the ER room and she waited anxiously, making Ghifar shudder at once. Shaking his head, Ghifar tried to remove the ghastly shadow from his mind, before responding to Azril's remarks.

"If Aa forgets, Lamia Tea is my only brother. I'm also worried about her situation, A'. Don't think I'm silent, which means I don't care about Lamia Tea. In such a situation we should be calm. Panic makes our brains conjure up negative thoughts."

Once again Azril rubbed his face violently, this time he also restored his hair, then nodded slowly. Looking at Ghifar, he looked at his sister-in-law with my eyes. "Have you told Mama and Papa?"

"Yet. I don't want to make them panic. Later, once we know what happened to the Lamia Tea, it will be either me or Aa who told them."

Azril nodded in agreement, then leaned back and closed his eyes tiredly. Waiting for the doctor who examined Lamia's condition to come out of the ER room, felt so long. In the blink of an eye, Azril recalled the incident a moment ago, before Lamia was finally rushed to the hospital.

"I? Selfish, you say?" diluting the distance, Azril stared right at Lamia's soot bead. "Seven years, Lamia. For seven years we've been married, have I ever forced you to do what I said, like today? Ever been?!" roughly, Azril jerked Lamia's body, making the woman stagger and take two steps back.

"A'..."

Ignoring Lamia, Azril flipped over, turned his back on his wife and returned to take out the grunts that had been in his heart.

"I always give up and be patient with you. I let you do what you want, hoping that someday you'll realize that there's me who needs you too. But to this day, you remain stubbornly defending your job and ignoring my desire to soon have a whole family. Is there anything I've done so far? Now I ask, who's selfish, huh?!"

No sound of Lamia was heard, but the sound of something falling down quite hard hit the tile. Azril turned around only to find his wife lying on the floor of the room with a deathly pale face. Moving fast, Azril approached Lamia. Stake his wife's head and occasionally give a light pat on the cheek.

"Lamia, this isn't funny. No kidding! Pretending to faint won't change my decision." There's still no telling. And now Azril started to panic. "Lamia, wake. I don't like you making this a joke."

Unresponsive, Azril yelled to Ghifar and Mutia. It was not until five minutes that the two arrived at the room and looked at Lamia with a surprised look mixed with worry.

"Aa hit a Teteh?" accuse Ghifar, after he crouched in front of his sister-in-law.

Azril cast a sharp look. "Don't just talk! All my life, I've never hurt women. We did argue earlier, but I didn't have my heart open to Lamia."

"Then why did you faint? No way, without a direct cause like this."

"That's the truth. When we were arguing, just know he'd passed out."

"Where's mung..."

"Aa, sir, we'd better get Teteh to the hospital. Argument will continue later." Mutia interrupted, without turning her anxious gaze away from Lamia.

A light pat on his arm drew Azril's consciousness from his daydream. Sontak Azril turned to Mutia who had just patted him, while raising an eyebrow. Ask without speaking.

"The doctor's out, A'."

Azril followed Mutia's gaze and found an early forties man with snelli wrapped around his body, coming out of the ER room. At once, the three people sitting in the waiting chair came to the doctor.

"How's my wife doing, doc?" Azril represented Ghifar and Mutia to inquire about Lamia's condition.

"You're her husband?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can we talk in my room?"

"Good, doc."

The man in his early forties asked his assistant to accompany Azril to his room, while he walked first.

After the doctor died, Azril did not immediately follow him. The man instead directed attention at Mutia who was standing beside him. The pregnant woman's face looked pale, a sweat the size of a corn seed adorning her forehead, while one of her hands held onto her waist.

Lately, Mutia often feels back and waist pain, and feels tired quickly. The woman was worried, but the doctor said it was natural. Because the more the age of the womb, Mutia will get tired faster and feel pain in some parts of his body.

"No, A'. I will also stay here to take care of Teteh." Mutia denied.

Ghifar cleared his throat loudly. Attracts the attention of two people who seem to forget his presence. And Deheman Ghifar as well as the sharp gaze of the man on Azril's hand perched in Mutia's hair, made Azril clumsily pull his hand.

Ghifar's black bead stared fixedly at Mutia. "Bas stubborn! To take care of a sick person, you need a strong body. This, your body condition alone is concerning. Later instead of guarding the Lamia Tea, you actually fainted and troubled the two of us. So.. don't argue!"

Mutia inched backwards and bowed her head. Both of his hands hugged the stomach, occasionally giving a swab.

Azril who could not bear to see Mutia seemed to shrink after being picked at by Ghifar, moving his hand rubbed Mutia's back. Making the pregnant woman's head lift and looking at her with alluring clear black eyes.

"Back, yeah. Ghifar will also come home with you." Azril said.

Ghifar rolled his eyes. He took Mutia's hand, then pulled the woman's plan close to him. "You're not a child anymore, who should always be persuaded. Do I need to buy you candy or cotton candy?!"

Mutia shook her head.

"Come, go home."

Without Mutia's consent, Ghifar forces the woman to follow him.

"Be careful, Ghi. She's pregnant."

Azril's warning caused Ghifar to glance at Mutia's stomach, then grunt. "Why is he acting like a father who worries about his future son? It sucks!"

...* * *...

"bu RT's. Come in, ma'am." Ghifar gave way. Both of them approached the living room sofa and took a sitting position facing each other. "Search for Teteh huh, ma'am? She was in the hospital last night. If there is a need to be the same Teteh, say me only, later I convey to Teteh."

"Oh, no. I'm not looking for Lamia, but I want to see Mutia."

"Meet Mutia?" Ghifar. Then when he got a nod from RT, Ghifar immediately shouted to Mutia who was in the kitchen. Before long Mutia arrived in the living room and looked questioningly at Ghifar.

"Sit. Ms. RT's looking for you."

Looking up at RT's mom, Mutia sat down on a single sofa before letting out her voice. "What's up, ma'am?"

"Look, Mutia. I want to ask you about your husband's death certificate. The mothers in this complex kept urging me."

Mutia. With anxious feelings Mutia glanced at Ghifar. The twenty-five man looked indifferent and busy with his cell phone.

"Anu. The letter..."

"A few days ago we received bad news from Mutia's sister in her hometown," suddenly Ghifar took over the conversation, making RT bu instantly nail his attention to her.

"Mutia's house suffered a fire from a short circuit. Some items could not be salvaged, including important files, Mutia's husband's death certificate was one of them. And I know for myself, taking care of those files takes time. So then... Mutia certainly can't show her husband's death certificate to Mom right now. But if you want, I can accompany Mom to Mutia's residence, to meet RT there and ask for a direct statement about the truth of Mutia's husband's death."

"Ahh...it's not necessary, Gus." bu RT smiled awkwardly, then turned to Mutia. "If the letter is done, please show me yes, Mutia."

"Yes, ma'am."

"All right, then excuse me."

"I'm taking you out, ma'am."

As RT's mother moved from her seat, Mutia followed the hijab-wearing woman. They left Ghifar still sitting on the living room sofa. It was not until two minutes, Mutia was back sitting on the single sofa.

"Sir, thank you for..."

"No need to thank me. I'm not that good at helping women who've hurt me and disappointed me in the past. What I did just now was for Lamia Tea. I don't want Teh Lamia to feel so stupid because you've managed to deceive her so raw, when she knows the truth about you."

"I-I mean, sir?" Mutia was attacked with misgivings.

Ghifar upholds the sit. Focusing both elbows on his thighs and linking fingers. His black bead stared fixedly at Mutia. "You think I don't know what really happened? You... liar!"

Mutia's breath was choked.

"To cover up one lie, you'll make up another lie. Just so you know, Mutia. Lies are like time bombs. And one day, that bomb will explode, uncovering all your lies. It will not only hurt you but my family. So.. I want you to solve your problem immediately, or take your foot out of this house." then Ghifar breezed away, leaving the silent Mutia with his head lowered.

Ghifar knows I'm lying. Since when? Then why didn't Brother Ghifar say this to the Lamia Tea?