We, Without Me

Floramaria, Not Inca

Pensive in his uncertain direction, Yuki was still busy digesting everything that might have happened. His brain had thought if he was wrong address, but when considering further back then Yuki was sure the building he came to was the same house as 3 years ago.

Coupled with the shock of the foreign figure in front of Yuki. One of the things that made Yuki not to conclude that the woman who opened the door was a domestic assistant was her appearance that looked like an office worker. Although it looks like he has not had time to dress up, but enough of the clothes worn by Yuki can already guess if the woman is preparing for work.

“What do you need, Ma'am?” Asked the figure of the woman to Yuki who was still glued, jerking Yuki's consciousness that had floated with his mind everywhere.

Pounding briefly, Yuki gnashed with his huffed-moving pupils while normalizing his awkwardness. “Sorry, Mom, this is not the residence of Mr Gibran?” Yuki said politely, replying to the woman's question with a questionable look.

“Oh, Mr. Gibran has long moved with his wife's child from here, Ma'am.” Replied the woman who instantly made Yuki frown in wonder.

‘Wife's son? I'm the only child.’ Yuki muttered inwardly, the frown on his forehead deepening.

“Pak Gibran Abian right, Bu?” Yuki asked once more to make sure, even her eyeballs were widened.

“Yes, Mr. Gibran Abian. It used to work in one unit with my husband, but now I don't live in this office complex anymore. As for me, Mr. Gibran now lives in his own house.” Long enough sentences with information contained actually makes Yuki more filled with question marks.

Sighing deeply, Yuki again asked a question as she squeezed the strap of the bag containing some of her clothes. “Once again sorry, Mom. How long ago did Mr Gibran move from here?”

“We have not lived here for 2 years. It just so happened to be replaced with me and my husband, Ma'am. The transfer time is also his wife is again pregnant big.”

“Pregnant?” Strayed with her mouth wide open, a surprised Yuki involuntarily uttered the word ‘hamil’ in a raised voice.

‘I have a secret sister?’ Yuki's mind was suffocating, unfathomable during this time her mother was pregnant again but she was never told. Though Yuki is quite tired of being an only child, what else if a visit to Ara's house pay attention to the various pleasures of Ara and her sisters.

“Iya, Ma'am. At that time Ms. Inka was already pregnant.” The woman's words confirmed Yuki's question which clearly looked very surprised.

“Ha? Inka ma'am? His wife's name is Bu Inka? Not Miss Maria?” Again Yuki grew surprised which ended in a small ruckus.

“I think I got the wrong address, Mom. The person I was looking for happened to be my parents, just like my Papa's name is the same, Gibran Abian. But my mother's name is Floramaria, not Inca. Sorry Mom if it was.” Say Yuki again with a guilty and unpleasant feeling for interrupting other people's time. Now Yuki is very sure that the wrong address.

Fanning her upper body with a flapping motion on the collar of the shirt she was wearing, Yuki stared at the clear sky and the crowd and then the riders who hunted the demands of work. A brief conversation before Yuki said goodbye to the residents of the official house made Yuki know that the figure of Gibran Abian who is not his Papa lives in a residential complex that is only 500 meters from his position now rested.

“Mama same Papa very busy anyway until my phone is not lifted.” Yuki Gerrutu who had been for more than half an hour tried to contact both of her parents. Instead of getting a response from Papa Gibran and Mama Maria, Yuki actually felt his phone continues to vibrate due to a series of messages Keven and Mama Agni who just managed to fill in the incoming message notification.

“This is the change..” Said someone while handing over the thousand dollar bills to Yuki.

“Oh, yes.” Yuki said with a friendly smile and picked up the remaining change money used to buy a bottle of cold drink.

“Where are you, Ma'am?” Ask the small shopkeeper on the side of the road that Yuki stopped by. The location is just opposite to the new official house complex Yuki visited.

“I'm confused too, Mom. I used to want a surprise with my parents, but now I am surprised because of the wrong address.” Yuki replied while chuckling sliced. His intention to run away for fun instead ended up straying for no apparent purpose.

It is very desirable for Yuki to be approached by the mother so that her sadness is reduced. Want also Yuki complained to the Papa how Keven's attitude so that the bogeman gift can float on the beautiful face of her husband. But now what Yuki really wants is to meet his parents soon enough, then given space to rest because tired and sleepy have attacked simultaneously.

“Gak on the phone, Mbak?”

“Udah, Mom. But not answered, very busy like.” Yuki said lethargic, her right index finger was used to circle the bottle cap seriously.

“Indeed Mbak's parents lived in the front complex?”

“Iya, Mom. About 3 years ago I was here and lived there. I went to the same house number that I remember, but it was wrong. There was also said the name of the Father who had lived there the same as my Papa, but not my Papa, because the name of his wife is different.” Yuki replied to the question of the middle-aged woman who was selling alone at the roadside stall.

“Whose Father's name, Ma'am?”

“Pak Gibran, Gibran Abian.” Yuki said with a smile, mentioning her Papa name with pride and longing.

“Oh, Mr. Gibran's son anyway. My name is Gibran in the front complex is only one, Ma'am. Apparently there are other Gibran too.” Said the middle-aged woman with a small laugh.

“Pak Gibran who I know was also long ago moved with his new wife. Maybe now his son is almost 2 years old. If this Mbak will meet Mama, his Papa directly, definitely not the Mr. Gibran I know. You see, this Gibran I know used to be a scene when he was together with his ex-wife.” The middle-aged woman explained something that Yuki certainly did not know and did not care. But in fact it has triggered the material struggle.

Right at the target of Yuki's fishing who is still a member of the hot gossip monitoring team at the beloved campus. “If you can know why that is, Mom?” Said Yuki who had burned the true spirit of kepo.

“The part is not good, Ma'am. Mr. Gibran is cheating. It's a pity that I remember the condition of Miss Maria, his ex-wife.”

Deg.

The middle-aged woman's words seemed full of annoyance mixed with pity. In contrast to Yuki who only heard but as if her life was forcibly taken away by an invisible hand. Like an organ that is hit until it is detached from its position, Yuki can feel its breath choked with a heart pumped strong.

“I mean Mom, Mr Gibran's ex-wife her name is Maria?” Yuki asked while squeezing his fingers in a fist, bracing his heart and strongly denying at the terrifying conjecture that had successfully monopolized his brain.

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Is this one of the keys to the mystery of Yuki's marriage?🤔

Thank you for waiting for😘