Wife Result Colongan

CHAPTER 2

Almost all night I was awake to think about how the condition of Bu Riani? I can no longer hold back. Immediately slide to the house of Mr. Satria. No matter the day is still empty.

Immediately I put forward a motor splitting the streets that are still empty. Only a few people are seen running in the morning and cycling. There are also those who just returned from the mosque after performing dawn prayers.

Arriving at Mr. Satria's house immediately entered after a security guard opened a towering gate with ornaments of gold flowers.

"What's this part of you, sir?" the security guard looked at me in astonishment.

"Hehe, you see, sir, this is my first day at work so it's still her passion" I said. The guard nodded in understanding. Then let me in. After the motorbike was parked, I went into the house.

The atmosphere was still quiet, only one ART person I met was mopping in one of the rooms.

I pat her shoulder slowly, for she was unaware of my arrival. He's a little jumped, startled.

Then looked at me while his left hand held the mop handle, while his right hand stroked the chest. "Oh my goodness, Maaas, just fuck!" He's stomping his feet. Glean a lump.

"Ma'af Ma'am, I don't know if I'm not sorry."

He snorted annoyed. A split second flinching. "Emang what's up, Mas. It was morning to here. Where did the lady ask to be taken?"

"Bu Riani didn't ask to be taken anywhere. I was just too excited today. Understandably Ma'am, first day of work." He only responded with a nod while oh ria. Then continue his work.

I pat her shoulder again. Also looked. "What's up, Maaas?"

"Bu Riani how are you?" I asked half a whisper afraid to be heard by Mr. Satria.

"Come, Mas. From yesterday didn't leave the room."

"Certainly, is Satrianya sir?"

The Art Maak shook his head. "Not Mas. After fighting. Mr. Satria left immediately yesterday and did not come home again. Maybe to his other wife's house."

"Keep, don't you try to check Ma'am, Bu Riani's situation?"

"Already Mas. I knocked on the door, I asked what did it take? But, there's no answer from the inside." Hearing the Mbak's explanation without a second thought I immediately asked where the room was located Bu Riani. After being shown where the room was immediately I knocked and put my ears on the door leaf. However, there were no sounds or signs of life in there. Silent.

Once again kuktuk. Still no answer. I tried to pull the knob. Can't open. Seems locked.

"Sir, Bu Riani's room door has a spare key?" I asked the boy who was accompanying me. He seemed to think for a moment.  "There is it."

"Yes, grab it!" He nodded and opened a small desk drawer next to the door where I stood.

"Well, why don't you tell me the key's in there?"

"Yee, yakan Masnya not where, just tell take."

"Yes, the hunt!" I took the key out of his hand and opened it immediately. Enter to ensure how conditions Bu Riani. Accompanied by Art Maak.

The beautiful woman was still curled up on the bed. Body shivers. There were a lot of bruises on his face and other limbs. Also the wound dried up on the corner of his lips. It's really concerning his condition. "Try Ma'am, check her body temperature!" As per my decree the Art Mother placed the back of her hand against Bu Riani's forehead. "Geez, Miss Riani has a fever, Mas!"

"Call Mr. Satria!" my yelling.

"Don't call him" said Bu Riani in a raucous voice.

"All right then, ma'am." The mother nodded.

"Now what should we do?" my question, confused.

"Eum, just call her personal doctor" suggested the mother.

"Yes already, phone hunt!" The ART boy I didn't know his name was immediately running to call his doctor.

Before the doctor came I gave first aid by compressing Bu Riani's forehead.

"Thank you" he said in a loud voice. His body looks very weak. I just nodded slowly. Smiling awkwardly.

"Now you better get out. If your husband finds out you could get beat up by him."

"But Ms ...,"

"Excuse me!" Not until I finish speaking. The doctor has arrived.

"Yes, please come in, Doc!" The doctor nodded with a friendly smile.

Get out of the room to let the doctor check on Ms. Riani.

After a quarter of an hour had passed, the doctor had just exited Bu Riani's room. Throwing a scrap of prescription drug paper at me. Told me to make up for it at the pharmacy.

"Good, Doc. I'll immediately redeem."

"Alright sir, my task is done. So, I'm sorry to go home, yeah."

"Good Doctor Mom. Thank ye. Let me drive you to the front." Again, the doctor simply nodded with a friendly smile.

After taking the doctor to the terrace. I went back to the room to say goodbye to Bu Riani.

"Eum, ma'am, if you'd like to go to the pharmacy first yes, boil medicine."

"Yes, that's the money. Just take it in that wallet." Bu Riani pointed at her purse lying on the dressing table.

"Okay ma'am, ma'af yeah, I took the money." He nodded weakly while sleeping. Actually embarrassed to have to take money from Bu Riani's wallet. But, how else. I don't have my own money. If I had I would have been thwarted.

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After returning from the pharmacy I prepared the medicine so that he immediately drank. After I had previously bribed him to eat. Actually not good, awkward. But, how else. The situation was in an emergency and Bu Riani's condition was very weak. Mr. Satria is still not being contacted.

After eating and taking medication. A few hours later, Bu Riani's condition began to improve. The fever is starting to come down.

So we talked about a lot of things. Including how chronologically Bu Riani can be the wife of Pak Satria.

It's really nice to hear the story. He married Mr. Satria to pay off his parents' debts. Ms. Riani was forced and her family threatened with imprisonment if she did not comply with Mr. Satria's wishes. Threatened to be killed.

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Since that day, Bu Riani and I are no longer bodyguards and employers but friends. We often change our minds. And Bu Riani also often poured out her heart. Sometimes I let go of my shoulder to make it a backrest.

Every time she was tortured by her husband, I helped her as much as I could. However, the longer I could not bear to see Bu Riani continue to be tortured by her husband as well as by the other wives of Mr. Satria. So the thought arose to take him away from the golden cage.

"Mom, how about we just run away from that house?" I told her my bad intentions. He looked at me in disbelief. Long enough he flinch.  "You sure?" tanyanya. I'm nodding.

"Maybe this sounds crazy and desperate. But, how else, ma'am, I can't let you continue to be hurt." I don't know what demon possessed me. So that I presumptuously clasped his smooth hand. He's unmoved. Confused to see my behavior.

He pulled his hand from my grasp and we both misbehaved.

"Eum, I'll try to think about it first, your advice," he said after a split second of silence.

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The day of changing Bu Riani has not yet made a decision. Does he doubt my intentions?

While daydreaming in my room suddenly the phone rang. I'll see who's calling. "Mom Riani!" Immediately I lift. On the other end of the phone, she sounded crying.

Worried, I immediately slid into his house. And there was another persecution against him.

Yeah, his face was bruised. Whose other act if not her husband. When I asked what the problem was? She replied on the sidelines just because she did not want to wear a sexy dress bought by Mr. Satria from outside the city.

Yes, she was always required to look perfect by her husband. No matter what Bu Riani is comfortable or not, like it or not. Cih, what kind of husband is he?

She thought the wife was a toy doll that she could arrange at will. You loser guy. Always curb and regulate the wife but she herself does not want to be regulated. Selfish.

Mr. Satria said it was all he did out of love.

Where is there such love?

As usual I have him intent on channeling calm. Letting him shed tears all over this chest.

"I'm not strong anymore, Mom. Hiks .. hiks."

I rubbed his head, this heart is sliced. Sick, hearing him was really already on the edge of despair.

"If it's not strong why not ask for a divorce or if you're the one who divorced her?" I know this is really the worst advice. But ..., ck, I don't know. I don't know how else either.

"Had Mas, I've asked for a divorce but he's kekeh don't want a divorce. I've filed for divorce, too, but again she turned the facts around. So the court won't accept my lawsuit."

"Keep, how do you want?" I framed her pretty face. I stared fixed eyes that are always swollen due to a lot of crying.

"I'm gonna run away with you, Mom."

"Are you sure?" He's rocking it.

Sighs long. Then I nodded and I got him back. "Well, then tonight we leave this house, yes!"

"Hemmm," he muttered as he nodded in agreement in a hug.

"Then now you prepare the goods you will bring."

He shook his head and broke away from my arms. Then rub the remaining tears that wet his cheeks. "I don't want to take anything from this house."

"Yes, then don't bring anything. Now I go home first yes, I'll be here again tonight. Get you."

"Yes." Yeah."

Arriving at the boarding soon I sold all my goods that are still sold to other boarding friends. From shoes, some clothes and pants, cell phones, kitchen furniture, even my motorcycle. Now all that is left is the clothes that are attached to the body.

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As planned, when night fell I rushed to Bu Riani's house.

"Mas, tumben night and night here?" asked the guard to look at me in wonder.

"Eum, yes, sir. Bu Riani called, asking to be escorted. He said he wanted to go somewhere."

"Oh, so." The man wearing the special uniform of the security guard nodded in understanding.

"Please come in, Mum!"

"Thank you, sir."

Then we walked together to leave the gate he was about to go to his post I was about to go into the house to pick up Bu Riani.

"Oh, yeah, Mas tumben, don't bring a motor?" ask Mr. Satpam just before I go into the house.

"No Sir. Biasa, old bike. Strike."

Again, he roared while nodding in understanding. Then we parted he went back to his post and I went in to see Bu Riani.

When he arrived at the living room, Bu Riani approached. Shinyukan fear. "Where are you going now?"

"Guusssth!" hisses while sticking index finger on the lips.

"Why?" many confused. Why did she look scared instead she said that her husband had left the city this afternoon. So it should be safe. There's nothing to be afraid of.

"Speakers!" he said half a whisper.

"What's wrong?" I asked half a whisper. This eyebrow is shrinking not understanding.

"Satria is not getting out of town" he explained.

"What?"

"You, you can't call. Why can't I call you?" He grumbled in annoyance.

"I sold it."

"Why sold?"

"Make paying the same cost for our fare to escape."

"Just sow tomorrow, after my husband leaves town." Kuangguki.

"How do I communicate with you if you sell it?"

"Moreover tomorrow I'm stanby here. Let me think about the reason." This time replace him who nodded.

"Eh, you're here, Jun. What's up?" Monster's out. I want to beat up that unlucky guy. If only he was poor without money maybe I could beat him.  But, what is the power of our wallet is far less thick. The one who fights always loses when faced with the bear. Damnit damnit!

"Let's hape I'm likely to miss here, sir," I said.

"Oh, so. Let me call you, but I'll miss you here." Just take his advice.

"Now, Juni."

"Yes already, sir. Let me search by manual means."

"Yes, then. Please!"

"Thank you, sir." Then pretend to look for hape. After I guess enough acting soon I say home.

Yeah, act like usual. If the night is late always go home to the boarding house. And when morning came standby at the lion's house again.

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After a night stay at a friend's inn. In the morning I went back to Bu Riani's house. Standby waited for Mr. Satria to leave the city.

As planned after Mr. Satria departed. Me and Bu Riani also rushed away from the house.

"Mom, where are you going? How come you're not taking a car?" ask Mr. Satpam full of investigation.

"No sir, take a taxi."

"Oh, so. All right, ma'am, please!" concluded Pak Satpam while opening the gate for me and Bu Riani.

The taxi that was booked finally came too after waiting for a while.

"Now I go wherever you go. It's up to you to take me where." Then he leaned his head on this side of the shoulder as usual.

He and I never expressed feelings to each other. My closeness to him is intertwined without any element of intentionality. Everything that happens just flows. Maybe the Javanese saying is true. Tresno jalaran soko kulino.

Yes, the love between us grew because we used to meet every day. I'm sure it is.

"Take us to the bus terminal, sir." The driver nodded, and according to my orders he drove us to the terminal.

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"Where are you taking me?" I asked when I was on the bus.

"You know too." We looked at each other and then he smiled. Just this time I saw him smiling with relief. Then, as usual he leaned his head on the side of this shoulder to sleep.

I slowly rubbed his head. "A good dream, yes" I said.

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