Wish It Was Cinderella

Al knows who Wildan is

As usual the night before bedtime, Al and I were always discussing about a lot of things. From around our little family, to the things that concern the interests of his younger siblings.

The bed is the most comfortable place to discuss, when it is getting tired can immediately fall asleep there.

I don't know why at that time he immediately talked about the real thing I was lazy to talk about. Suddenly Al wants to know about Brother Wildan.

"Which, Mr Wildan is young, isn't he? So it's true said Yasmin he was handsome," said Al started a conversation that out of nowhere could come the name.

"Certain why? You have a crush?" my real sindirku is starting to get lazy.

"It's not me, it's you who has a crush. He is younger than me, you used to call me Om, really," replied Al reminding me of what he used to do.

"You are a wasteful face, what else? But he's younger than you, so it's natural." Oops I'm flippant, why should I say Brother Wildan is younger than Al?

After this he will be suspicious.

"Kok you know? Don't you guys exchange identities, huh?"

He was suspicious, because of my stupidity.

"Opaan si, you tuh! I'm just talking about it." I tried to cover up, so Al wouldn't suspect anything. It was enough for me to close the past with her, without having to reopen it.

"Eh, but did you realize that he was watching you? The look in his eyes is different when he sees you, lest he like you again. You never come out if there's him?" Al sounds possessive, but he starts to get jealous of Wildan.

It turned out that Al was aware of the gaze that Brother Wildan gave me. Just like this he was jealous, what if he knew that Brother Wildan was my past. Something terrible is going to happen and I don't want to imagine.

"Al, whatever he likes me. But I will never replace you with her, let alone our baby-to-be, she who strengthens our love. You have given me a new life, thank you dear."

I hugged my husband tightly, thank you Al I really mean it.

I was comfortable with this family, there was Vina and Yasmin who always accompanied me when Al was not home. They are getting closer to me, even they are always telling me their daily stories. No, I won't trade them for anything, they're too valuable to me.

"I'm also grateful to you. You're like a lantern in my family's life" said Al, looking sincere, then kissing my forehead.

Relax Al I will not share my heart with others. Now I have no other dreams but to grow old with you and our children.

*****

That afternoon Vina gave me permission to go to the bookstore, and just walk with her friends. It was nice to see Vina who came back cheerful, not grim and grumpy like before.

Yasmin was preparing to wait for the arrival of her tutor Wildan. But before that he asked me for permission to go to the mini market for a while, buy him a snack that he will provide for Mr. Wildan later. I told Yasmin not to linger.

Tett's... Tett's.. Tett's... The doorbell rang, I took my hijab and opened the door. Apparently, Brother Wildan came to teach tutoring.

"Assalamu’alaikum, La!" her broom is smooth with the style she used to do to tease me.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," I replied lazily.

I let him wait in front, so that there will be no slander later. But when I walked inside he followed from behind.

"I still hold a taste for you Laila," he said suddenly, leaving me shocked to death.

What the hell is he talking like that for? She didn't realize that I was married and even now was pregnant with my husband's child. Why did not there appear shame on him when saying that to someone else's wife?

"But I'm not Brother, there's no place for Brother in my heart. Never disturb my happiness" I replied, looking at his face to make him believe that I was honest.

"But I can't just forget you, please love me a chance." Brother Wildan grabbed my hands, he's going crazy.

I threw out his hand, but it was too late that Al had seen Brother Wildan clutching my hand before I threw him out. Oh my God what else is this???

"Al don't Al, let him Al go" I begged Al, as did Brother Wildan.

Al let go of his grasp, the look in his eyes was so sharp. Like an eagle that has got its prey.

"Sorry Mr. Althaf, I want to explain..." Wildan tried to keep his feet from falling.

"Go right now, I said go!!!" Al yelled out his face and kicked Brother Wildan out of the house.

But Brother Wildan did not want to listen to him still want to explain something, Al began to return emotions and I saw that he wanted to hit Brother Wildan. I tried to hug and hold Al. Why people don't know themselves.

"Go, Brother, I said Brother leave now. I don't want to see you again!" I shouted to chase away Brother Wildan, while restraining Al who was emotional.

Brother Wildan finally relented and walked out of the house. Maybe he couldn't bear to see me holding Al back with all his might. All right, I don't know what's gonna happen next.

"Sister you call him brother? You said you didn't know him and now you call him Brother?" Al's emotions are unstable.

"Shelf!!!" Al punched an ornamental mirror that was in the living room.

"Al let me explain, this is not what you imagined, Al... Al listen to me!!" I tried to explain slowly until Al finally left me with his car.

"Al... Al...I can explain Al!!" I scream like crazy.

My tears broke just then, why can Brother Wildan do this? You are my past, brother, you will remain my past. It will never be my future.

Al I love you, only you are in my heart Al. I continued to cry as I picked up the shattered glass shrapnel that Al hit.

Surprised Mbok Sum, came to help me clean it up. I was still crying, until Yasmin was there.

"Assalamualaikum, you know why Brother?" yasmin asked with a panicked face.

I finally told Yasmin who was only 13 years old but her mind was mature. Yasmin hugged me, she didn't blame me. He even told me to be patient, Yasmin said if Kak Al if emotions are like that. So Yasmin and Vina were afraid of her brother.

****

That night was already 01:00, there was also no sign of Al's return. My head felt so dizzy, because I was tired of crying and thinking about it. Al where are you?

Not long after I heard the sound of Al's car, he came home at last. I came out of the room to greet him, and it turned out that his arrival made me hate him. Al came home drunk. Hate to see him like that.

"Hi baby, are you waiting for me?" ask Al with an unbalanced path.

I took her to the room, and opened all the shoes and office clothes she was still wearing from this afternoon. When I wanted to take off his shirt Al pulled me into his arms.

"I don't like you talking to any guy, especially if that guy puts his heart on you. You're just mine, mine's one," Al raved.

He forced me to serve him drunk, I was his wife, but serving him drunk was what I hated. But still his energy was greater than mine, I finally resigned to my condition.

The next morning, Al woke up at 10 p.m. His consciousness was waiting for me. I don't want to talk to an emotional person, especially if he's drunk. Because it's all going to be free. Al was shocked to wake up just covered without a single piece of clothing.

"Did I do that to you last night?" Al asked as if there was guilt for me.

I who was ready and neat now get up from my seat. Al must be able to trust me, if I have nothing to do with anyone. Looks like we did have to ponder, stay away for a while.

"I think for now we are calming each other down, and thinking we still deserve to be together. If there is no trust there, if you can think clearly look for me," I obviously took the bag I had prepared.

"Where are you going Laila? Laila wait for me," called Al from the room and I ignored him.

Yesterday you left me Al, now you feel how it feels to be me yesterday. Relax Al I won't go anywhere you know. At least if you love me, you will find me.