UNABLE TO SHARE

The Strangest Man

16.

The afternoon seemed to go faster. Because at this time, the wall clock has shown at one noon. In fact, Rahma felt that she had done nothing but wait for Arkana and her colleagues to meet.

“Looks, Pak Yudha's wife knows you,” Arkana told Rahma. Making the woman turn her head and stop her activities that are playing the phone.

“He greeted you earlier. But suddenly, Mr. Yudha immediately switched the topic. I'm not a layman, I can read the situation. This action is usually done by someone, if he feels intimidated or uncomfortable for something that happened to him. Maybe there's something you cover up for some reason. Didn't you?”

Not long after Rahma nodded. “More precisely she's trying to cover up, not me.”

Apparently, this time Arkana did not care much about Rahma's words. The man was busy admiring the couple, “They were a matching couple. Lucky men can get a woman like her.”

Rahma understood who 'she' was Arkana meant.

“Father admires it?” ask Rahma just to make sure. Even if he knows the answer is certain.

“Which men do not admire women well? Later such a wife can make the husband comfortable. Such women are also much sought after by men like us to complement her life,” replied Arkana sounding stinging in Rahma's heart. Although not a beautiful word from her lips, but all the beauty was represented from the praise that had just been expressed.

‘One thing you should know, Mr. Arkana. From the history I know, to find a good woman, we have to be good first. Because evil will always find evil, and vice versa,’ inner Rahma does not want to say it directly because she does not want to sound like she is patronizing. It does not feel worthy if you remember the track record itself so far.

“Do you know, what you heard earlier was more than just admiring?” ask Rahma later.

“Maybe I'm just missing a household,” replied Arkana simply.

Rahma smiled ironically. Of all the people who glorified Vita and her love story with Yudha, do they know that there is a heart that has been sacrificed here?

Even though it had already happened and had already passed for so long, yet could the marks disappear?

If he accidentally recalled the memories, the pain was not an ordinary pain. Carve, scratch, split, and slash so sharply. Even because of the love story, making it until now can not enjoy what is called independence.

“They are the destroyers of my life,” said Rahma angrily in helplessness. “The beginning of my destruction was because of them.”

Arkana raised her eyebrows in a sign of wanting to know more.

“Yudha is my ex-husband,” Rahma added.

“Quick,” says Arkana brief.

“He proposed to me first, but instead married another woman he got from the mountains. Apesnya, she made me a second wife.”

“You want to be the second wife?” ask Arkana impatiently waiting for an answer.

“I loved him so much. Yudha is the image of a perfect man. I don't want him to just walk out of my hand. At least, I want to fight for it first.”

“Means you're stupid. Most men will love the woman they first touch more, you know?” press Arkana.

Rahma lowered her head, “That time .. I thought and was very sure that I would be the winner because I was the woman whom Yudha first loved. But I was wrong, I lost. I don't know what privileges Vita has so she's always superior to me. Though I myself feel much better in any way.”

“You are the one who is too arrogant, if you realize it,” Arkana said smiling so that Rahma would not be offended by her scathing remarks.

“I don't know whose sin this is. I feel my life is getting further and further away from the straight line.” Rahma leaned her head against the sofa. “After my contract expires later, I make sure, I want to quit this job.”

Arkana immediately got out of her seat, then immediately, she picked up a bag and pretended to be busy playing a cell phone. Frankly he was a bit jolted with Rahma's words just now. Suddenly he was haunted by the feeling of loss. But to coerce or beg him is impossible. Arkana Dharmawan is not a woman beggar. Women are not just Rahma. There are plenty of women out there that he can marry if he wants to.

The pain is normal. He's not a busy teenage boy crying over his romance. The affairs of the feeling of love can be forgotten or created, depending on himself how to respond. He stays on the pattern of the pic, if Rahma needs it, surely he will come alone.

“You can go home.” Arkana took out a brown envelope from her bag and placed it on the table. I mean give it to that woman.

“I haven't done anything, sir. I just sit around from earlier,” replied Rahma reluctantly accept it. He often hesitates to accept Arkana's gifts without her doing her duty. For him, the seller and buyer must be equally mutually beneficial, or commonly called win to win solution.

“Right now I need you at night. If you can't stay, then go home,” Arkana said again without looking. He was more interested in staring at the beauty down there, while his hands were put into pocket pockets. A special characteristic of a superior who has power.

Supposedly, Rahma was happy and immediately took it. But somehow he felt bad. This is by no means the true nature of a service seller. It seems he is indeed not a talent to be a ....

“Pak, can I talk to you for a minute?” ask Rahma.

“Sorry, I'm busy. Talk another time.” Arkana left him to pick up the incoming phone call.

Rahma wrote a note on a piece of paper and put it under the money, before it came out in vain.

He walked through a little hallway to the front of the elevator. But when the elevator opened— accidentally, he even found Yudha out of there with a box that he believed was food.

“What do you need to see my wife earlier?” ask Yudha without further ado. As if I didn't want to lose the moment I met him. This is because they are unlikely to meet intentionally. “If there is a need, talk to me. Don't talk to him without me.”

“Unfortunately I was lazy to see let alone talk to you!” answer Rahma ketus.

The abandoned Yudha just spread her shoulders. Isn't this a strange behavior? Not sane?

‘Maybe she has lost her gratitude, so she is always angry, lost patience, overthinking and hates everyone. Maybe he even hates himself.

I'm sure you need my wife's help, but you're embarrassed to say it because all you have in mind is just a bad thought.’

Yudha entered her room after she had previously contacted Vita via message. So that he is not surprised by his arrival.

“Assalamualaikum, Sweety.”

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Vita who was sitting on the sofa. The woman immediately regained her activity as Yudha approached her sitting on the sofa.

“Why closed?” Yudha asked.

“And there you go home, later can be continued again.”

Then Yudha offered the food he bought. “This is your order Mamoy.”

“Thank you Papoy ...” both pupils of the woman's eyes dilate looking at the warm food she receives. Not only tekwan, in the paper bag there is also a salad and fresh fruit juice.

“True you said you wanted to sleep here?” ask Yudha.

“Actually dear because it has been paid, but pity the children if left by his mother a day ago.

“We offer to Alif only ready to know he wants. Counting while weekly night.”

Vita nodded. Seeing Yudha contact her gesrek sibling. Yeah, it's up to him.

“We slept here for a while until he came,” Yudha said after closing the call and putting down her phone again.

“You're the Alif?” tanya Vita was astonished, “quickly answered.”

“Quick, if there is free anyone who wants to refuse. Isn't that right, baby?” Yudha brought his head closer to his wife's stomach and rubbed it slowly, “Papa give you the name Zunaira only, yes.”

“Say yesterday want to be given the name Fatimah Azzahra, now how different again?”

“As long as it has not been set it can still be capricious.”

“You mah, call him at will. Sometimes Princes, Fatimah, Bontot, Buntelan, Maimunah, Zunaira, either let alone later,” dumel woman with a series of uneknya.

“Great you, memorize all.” Yudha chuckles. Now he changed his position and looked at his wife's face, “Mamoy .. I plan to continue my education.”

Vita was immediately surprised to hear it, “Continue education? Where?”

“Di Bandung.”

****

Seriate.

NB: Photo taken from YTB.

Don't forget to press the thumbnail.