To Mutia

Nazril Rashaad

Mutia's reflex flipped over her body, a second later the teflon she was holding fell to the ground violently. Causes a deafening loud sound, while breaking the silence that was created.

Mutia wavered, like a thief who was caught doing the action. When the handsome-looking man with an exotic brown skin color, looked at him with a demanding and impatient look.

"I'm..."

Mutia's speech came to a halt at the tip of her tongue, as her ears caught the ringing sound of a cell phone coming from the pocket of the men's pants before her. His head nodded, a sign of understanding, when the man asked him to be quiet while he answered the call.

"What's up, Lamia?"

"Thunder said, from the field Aa went straight home."

"Yes. And now I'm home."

"Are you meeting Mutia?"

"You mean the fourteen-year-old girl in our house?" his black bead stared at Mutia from the bottom up with one eyebrow raised.

Across the phone Lamia smothered her mouth for a moment, trying to hold back a laugh. "She's not a fourteen-year-old girl, A'. He's twenty-three years old."

"Huh? You must be kidding me. From any angle, she looks like a young girl."

"Believe, deh. I saw his e-ktp, though. Starting today, Mutia's working with us."

"Work?"

"Hoooh. Change it up Jum."

"Where do you know?"

"We continue when I've come home, A'. Now I want a meeting."

"Meeting? It's five and a half hours, I'm not sure your meeting is over in thirty minutes before the hour."

"That's why I called, Aa. In addition to telling me about Mutia, I also want to tell you that I'm going home tonight."

"Again?!" voice rising. Mix tired and angry. While Mutia who was still flinching in place, shook her head in shock while rubbing her chest. "This one week you're home tonight, Lamia. You are not a single woman anymore, you have a husband to take care of. I'm coming home, I want to see my wife, not the housekeeper."

Oh. so this man is her husband Teh Lamia. In his heart Mutia drew a conclusion.

"If you think this continues, don't blame me, if one day I will be smitten by our maid, who is always there for me."

The sound of Lamia's sweet laughter from across the phone, making the man grow furious. "You love me, A'. Especially for me, you need extra struggle and sacrifice a lot of things. So I'm sure you won't betray me."

"As far as you are, Lamia. I'm tired. Go home, instead of looking at the wife, even high blood because the wife is not home. You want to go home, cake. Overtime, cake. Or don't go home, go ahead. I've already told you about a wife's obligations."

Then without waiting for Lamia's response, the man ended the call. Before long the ringing sound of the phone was heard again, but this time the man actually released the battery and put it into the pocket of pants with the phone.

"Hey, you're Mutia?"

The owner of the name is upset because he was suddenly spoken to. Stiffly Mutia nodded.

"I am Nazril Rashaad, her husband Lamia. You can call me Azril."

"Mas Azril, is that it?"

Azril shook his head. "I'm a Sundanese man."

"One hometown is Teh Lamia, anyway."

"Can Mas, uh means A'."

Azril smiled looking at the clumsy looking Mutia. "One to one, yes. Then add a little milk. The milk is in the upper cabinet. You will put it in the family room. I'm gonna take a shower first."

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"So now Ayuk is in Bali?"

After dinner, Mutia picks up the cell phone in the room. She was not sleepy, and waiting for Lamia to come home to open the door, Mutia decided to sit in the family room while watching. While Azril had entered the room with one more cup of coffee to accompany him to work. And for Lamia's sister, Azril said her sister-in-law rarely came home. Most come home only once in three or six months.

"Why don't you go home, Yuk. Take a flight for tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow again, until Ayuk forgets to leave."

Mutia chuckles. Getting off the couch, he stepped into the kitchen. Mutia intended to make a cup of hot chocolate to accompany her. "I think maybe this is how God shows that my destiny is in Bali, not in Medan." and also.

"Hahhh. How else. Where do you keep Ayuk now? Got a place to stay?"

"Yup. I also got a job, although not as expected, but quite good. Don't worry, God willing next month I'll send you money."

"I don't care and I don't worry about monthly money at all, which I'm worried about is Ayuk."

Mutia smiled. Glad to know that someone still cares. Then Mutia's ears caught the sound of the door squealing, when she turned her head to find the figure of Azril standing on the doorstep of the room and looking at her with a worried look.

"Sal, I'll call you back later." After getting a reply from Faisal, Mutia ended the call and walked over to Azril.

"Does he need anything?"

Azril shook his head. "I'm going out for a second. Buy martabak."

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Mutia who was cooking the sausage fried rice for breakfast this morning, suddenly felt her stomach stirred. Nausea was unbearable, making Mutia try hard to get her entrails out. Then when it was felt that he was really going to vomit, Mutia ran quickly to the bathroom in the kitchen area. Leaving Lamia who was brewing coffee, looked at her with a frown.

"Aren't you pa-pa, Mutia?" unable to contain herself, Lamia threw a question after Mutia returned.

"Yes, Tea. I'm fine." to be more convincing, Mutia reviewed the smile.

"But your face is pale, Mut. I've been watching for a few days, you always vomit in the morning. I think people are pregnant."

Lamia's words made Mutia instantly grumble. He just remembered, that his sanitary pad stock had not even been opened. Oh my God, may I...

A flash of memory about the events of the week before her divorce and Haikal, seeped into her brain, like a replayed videotape. That night Haikal came home drunk, the man looked distressed and raved indistinctly. As a wife, it was Mutia's duty to help Haikal. And that night, they did the first night after two years of marriage.

The next morning Haikal remembered nothing, for he was drunk. Mutia felt sad, because she had to be unconscious first, only Haikal wanted to touch her.

And if I'm pregnant, what should I do? Should I tell Haikal? My pregnancy could have cancelled Haikal and Sonya's wedding, which Faisal said would take place next week. Although I still love her, I can't go back to her, after knowing her feelings for Sonya. Oh my God, how should I?

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...TO BE CONTINUE'S...