When My Wife No Longer Asks for Money

When my wife no longer asks for 127

"No...!" Amelia, who had just returned, walked straight to Afnan and sat down next to him.

"No! what do you mean Mel?" mr. Brata said to his beloved daughter.

"Yes, I don't want Mas Afnan to leave here, surely Mas Afnan would want to return to the Afnan mas house instead," said Amalia made Mr. Brata squeak matan.

"Why do you know?" ask Brata again.

"So I accidentally passed by and saw Mas Afnan with women, his name was Ratih fix Mas," said Amelia looking at the direction of Afnan.

Afnan felt in the intimidation just silence, not answering Amelia's question. He looked towards Bu Lidya and walked towards him.

"Ma, let me go back with my family! I promise I will often nengokin mama here," said Afnan clasping Bu Lydia's hand hoping that Bu Lydia's heart would melt.

Bu Lidya looked at Afnan with giddiness, he did not want to be far from Afnan if he could he did not want Afnan out of this house but what if he still forbade Afnan would have left him.

Bu Lidya drew his hand, Mr. Brata breathed a rough sigh. He knew very well the character of his wife who was a little harsh.

"Mama don't be selfish, let Afnan see his little family. We can't take it from Ma's family" Brata said.

"Papa, Afnan this is our son! Mom didn't want him to leave Mom. Papa knows, it is we who have given a new life for us so why do we feel that Afnan is not ours" said Bu Lidya in a loud voice, a small debate was heard echoing in the living room.

Mr. Brata's fear finally happened, if his wife would not release Rahman out of his house.

"Mama, didn't you promise to give Afnan back to his family" Amelia said.

"Amelia, get in the room!" snarled Bu Lydia.

"But Ma." said Amelia, trying to defend her, but seeing her mother smiling with anger, Amelia climbed the stairs and walked to her room.

"Nobody should get out of this house and remember, you're Afnan not Rahman if it wasn't for my help, maybe you didn't survive that time," Hardik Bu Lidya talks about saving Rahman and going to his room.

Mr. Brata could not help, he walked towards Afnan who could only duck. Tonight he was so missed by his wife, longing that was long implied not express.

"I'm sorry mama, she just doesn't want to be away from you" Mr Brata said, patting Afnan on the shoulder and leaving Afnan alone in the living room.

He sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. Smoke billows out through his mouth, back suck and then back he let out. He's so frustrated with all this, he couldn't have stayed here without his wife.

Did I just bring him here, so I can be with my wife and Mama has no playmates.

Ah, I'd better send a message to Ratih.

[Dear, tomorrow at 08:00 am and pick you up. It's night, sleep ]

Afnan sends a message to Ratih, hoping she will read it and walk to her room to rest.

**** ****

The next morning, I was ready after reading a message from Mas Rahman. I don't know, where's he taking us? but the point is I want to continue with Rahman.

This weekend usually mas Rahman will take us to the playground but this time Rania and I are only at home.

The roar of the car sounded quite clear, I walked forward hoping that it was Rahman. It turns out that it is true that he is Rahman mas, I welcome him happily.

"Is it ready?" ask Mas Rahman.

"Where are we going, Mom?" I was curious because last night Rahman told me to get ready.

"For a while, you and Rania will stay at Mr. Brata's house because mas can't get out of the house just like that, dear," said Mas Rahman seemed frustrated.

"Why is it, Mommy!" ask me curious.

"Bu Lidya can not be far from Mas because he considers mas his son named Afnan who died one year ago.

I was stuck when I heard Rahman's words. How can Bu Lydia consider her son mas if the real mas Rahman is still Mas Rahman even though the face has changed.

"Then, do you have to be with Mr. Brata's family then what about us," said Ku a little annoyed.

"While you stop working first and stay there, make Bu Lidya understand that his actions are wrong" said Mas Rahman again.

"All right, I agree! but remember Mas, if Bu Lidya does not want to understand also we will leave the house," I said flatly.

It feels like my anger has been in the crown, I want to berate him but it's pseudo not my nature. I will make him release the Rahman mas by himself without regard to his help.

"Are you sure you brought your wife into the house, Man," said the man, suddenly coming with a glass of tea for Rahman's mas, we turned to look at her and sat down together.

At least I should know how Rahman's condition is now, for now I leave mother and Silvi at home. I'll go with Rahman to stay with him.

"Yes, Mom! I can't be far from Ratih anymore Mom. We have been separated for a long time and now I want to be together Mom," said Mas Rahman, I just kept quiet Hearing this conversation between mother and son.

I went upstairs and walked into the room to hold my 2-year-old daughter Rania, where I had to adapt to people I didn't know.

****

We arrived at the courtyard of Brata's house, the house is very luxurious with modern design mixed with classics making this house very charming.

I was brought inside with Rania, I saw two people who were in a grip but wait was not the woman who met the other day at the restaurant.

"Afnan, who is he?" tanya Bu Lidya does not like to look at Ratih.

"He's my wife, Ma! his name is Ratih and he will stay here with us," said Rahman flatly staring at Bu Lidya, I can only shut up and follow Rahman's steps.

"Afnan, Mama didn't...!"

"My decision is round or not at all" said Mas Rahman to take me up the stairs, I just nodded and took the stairs with Rahman to the top floor.

"Tante, kok Afnan cuekin Widuri!" waturi.

"Oh, you are not sad. Afnan let it be Aunt's business, now you go home first huh?" bu Lidya said it was not the intention of expelling but she just wanted to ask someone Rahman brought along.

Even though Afnan had said it was not enough for Bu Lidya, Widuri came home with an upset face and made him more intense to get Afnan's love.