When My Wife No Longer Asks for Money
When my wife no longer asks for 126
"But, what if you're not allowed to stay with us. They have helped me and given me a new life" I said worried that if it happened it would break my heart. Moreover, Rahman has changed face to Afnan of course everyone will call his name with Afnan.
My question was enough to make Rahman freeze, he drank the tea that was already in his hands and drank it.
"They can't force me to stay there unless you're going to stay there, I don't want us to be separated anymore,"
Mas Rahman took my hand, took me into his arms. The roar of breath was heard hunting, the cold rain entering my body made Rahman's embrace feel warm in my body.
Mas Rahman kissed me on the cheek, his embrace so tight that my breath was wheezing.
Drrt.... Drrtt....
The vibration of the phone made Rahman let go of his embrace and turned to his phone lying on the bed.
"Hallo, what's wrong, Ma?" ask Mas Rahman through his cell phone.
"All right, I'm going home now," said Mas Rahman, turning off his phone.
"What's up, Mom?" ask me.
"Mas has to go home baby, Mama Lidya called and told Mas to come home," said Mas Rahman, it felt like I was so hard to let Mas Rahman go again but I couldn't help it to spend the night here.
"Yes already, but before the mas eat first with us," said I asked him to eat together because mother had cooked her favorite food.
"Well, let's go down" said Rahman, holding my hand, we went down the stairs together. I saw my mother at the dinner table with Silvi and our little daughter.
Mas Rahman saw Rania who was on a special chair for children, he immediately walked and took Rania. At first Rania refused to be held by Mas Rahman but eventually she was obedient as well.
"Princess Papa, is it big?" mas Rahman kissed the cheek of Rania's puffer, we all smiled to see a father miss his daughter.
"Come on, eat first?" my word.
Dear God, don't let time like this be just a moment but leave time like this forever. Give my husband back to us forever.
After eating, Mas Rahman was ready to leave to go home to Mr. Brata's residence even though his mother still wanted to tell him but wanted to how else. Mas Rahman was already someone else, even though his body was mine but his face belonged to someone else.
"Mas has to go home, you take good care of yourself! if there's anything, call Mas," said Mas Rahman hugging for the last time, I take mas Rahman up to the front of the fence and he rode his car.
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"Where are you from?" bu Lidya asked when Afnan reached home a few minutes ago, he turned to look at Bu Lidya.
"From my wife's house, Ma? why?" Afnan asked back, he did not want to continue to hide his identity to his wife and biological mother.
"What, wife! have you met them" said Bu Lydia surprised to hear Afnan's words, she did not expect if Afnan met them.
"Well, why?" said Afnan again.
"Let Afnan go back with his wife, Ma! let him be happy" said Mr. Brata down the stairs one by one, Bu Lidya look angry when Mr. Brata defended Afnan.
"But Pa, he's our son! we give a new life for him," said Bu Lydia did not want to lose, Afnan exhaled weakly and looked at Mr. Brata.
"Sit down, let's talk about all this in a good way" Mr. Brata told Afnan to sit down.
"How, have you met your family," asked Brata, he was very sure that this would happen one day.
"Already,Pa. At first I didn't believe I was Rahman but because Ratih's mother believed, Pa," Afnan said looking at her son.
"Good then, do you want to go back to your family" asked Mr. Brata.
"No....!!"
