YOU ARE MY PRIEST
YOU ARE MY PRIEST 13
Time spun so fast, the news of Bagas' whereabouts had not been heard in Hanum's ears. Moreover, the change of her husband that makes this pregnant woman think of the burden of double.
His gaze was empty, anger was already stirring in his mind. But whatever the power, he could not think anymore about what he was doing. He massaged his temple, the cup of warm tea in front of him turned cold.
He grabbed the phone beside him, he pressed the phone picture button.
"Hallo, there's a job for you."
" ... "
He raised his eyebrows, "O man named Firman Fimansyah, find out everything during this one month."
"..."
"Alright, do. Remember this has to be clean" Hanum said, then turned off the phone unilaterally.
I don't know what was going through her husband's mind. Until he had to make his wife have to think about the weight.
Dreet.. Dreet..
He stared at the screen of his phone, Hanum furrowed his brows. His thumb pressed the green button, his breathing was so heavy to get out.
"How's it?"
"..."
"Ordinary cafe."
His hand grabbed the cup of tea in front of him, then drank it to the last drop. This is what makes the pregnant woman more pounding, she can not accept the reality if it is not balanced with her thoughts.
His feet slowly, he had ordered a taxi. The taxi arrived in front of his house, he took a jacket hanging from the middle room.
Cafes
The man in the thick jacket waited for his master to come, he slightly massaged his temples, staring at the paper on the table.
His eyes looked at a pregnant woman approaching him, "How is it?" That question came from the lips of this woman.
"Look," he opened the paper in front of him, "He works as an employee in a building shop. He lived near the mother's estate, along with his wife and children," he folded the paper in front of him, "He married betel with Mella Nasyawa Putri, and I heard her son named Nana, and I heard her, 1 Year old."
"Is that all?"
"That's all, ma'am."
The woman took a deep breath, "Alright, your wages will be transferred now."
The man simply nodded, sipping a glass of late coffee in front of him. Without further ado, the woman just left. According to him, this is quite satisfactory information.
Homehouse
Her feet slowly stepped towards the door, she stared lazily at her husband's car. For him, this is the worst thing.
The man who was sitting on the sofa, stared cynically at his wife, "Where are you from?."
Hanum smilingly looked at her husband, "Meet my friend," he peeked at the kitchen room, but found no remnants of the food wrapper, "Want to eat?."
"It's outside" he said, then raised one leg and crossed his legs.
"Alright," Hanum walked towards the steps, "I want to get out."
This woman only needed entertainment, she also rarely cooked since her husband rarely ate at home. Even though her pregnancy was so vulnerable, but she was not too thought of.
Word pulled the hand of the woman who was about to wear her gold shoes, "Where are you going?"
"What?" Hanum raised one eyebrow, her eyes too lazy to look at her husband.
"Where are you going?"
Hanum faced the man in front of him, "You rarely go home, and it's always night. Today I just need entertainment, I'm tired of being at home."
"Not good, pregnant people come out alone," cried the Word, making Hanum stop his steps.
"Whatever." Hanum chuckles out.
Cafes
A cup of cappuccino accompanied the pregnant woman, her hands holding the cup. His eyes stared at every color in his drink, the rustling air sweeping through the night city. He glanced at the watch in his hand, the night was getting, he did not want to go home yet. His eyes turned out of the window, the highway began to be quiet, for him this did not make the woman to leave this place. He lifted the cup, his lips touching the top surface of the cup, gulped the cappucino inside.
"I'd better go home," he said, putting down a cup of cappuccino.
His hands grabbed the bag on the table, his feet rising from the occupied chair. Taxi was waiting two hours ago, because he had to wait for the pregnant woman at the cafe.
His hand pulled the car door, his body entered the car, "We're home, sir."
"Good, Mom."
The driver looked at the woman behind him, "Yes, Mom."
"We go to this address, yes" asked Hanum, then pulled out his cell phone.
"Oh yes, Mom."
The more the night the wind hits the city, the woman's mind is too heavy so that she herself does not know to have to solve everything.
This woman went home to her mother's house, she could not afford to be at home looking at her husband who was getting here she had no taste in him. For a long time, the Word decided not to stay home with their parents. After all, their home was not far from the parents.
Hanum turned off his phone, he didn't want to meet anyone but his men. She will remain at her mother's house, as long as her men have not sought information about her husband.
"It's over, Mom."
"Well," he pushed the door of the car, his body out of the rectangular iron object.
His feet walked towards the house that Hanum used to live in, his eyes focused with the door in front of him.
"Assalamualaikum" said Hanum, his hand knocking on the door of his mother's house.
After how many seconds, the door on the tap opened, "Waalaikumsalam."
Hanum smiled sweetly, looking at the middle-aged woman in front of him, "Ma."
"Well, who are you here?" The eyes of this middle-aged woman surrounded the object behind her child.
"Alone, Ma. Firman came home late, busy at the office, yes, so Hanum came here" he explained in a spoiled tone.
Her mother pulls Hanum's hand into the house, nothing has changed since she married the Word. The contents of the house still remained in place, his eyes tracing each of the rooms.
"Ma."
Mama smiled, then looked at her child, "What's the matter, honey?."
"Ah, no, Ma," Hanum looked gently at the middle-aged woman, "I'm just too tired, Hanum sleeps first huh, Ma."
Hanum approached his mother, kissing both of his cheeks in turn. The warm smile that the pregnant woman got, she traced the floor to her room. It's still so good, and there's been no change since he left.
The dark color that was visible on Hanum's bedroom window, he looked enthusiastically and his hand stroked his distended stomach. It's the night she's got to repeat a new story, without her ex.
His body was lying on his favorite soft mattress, he turned off one of his main lights. Closing his eyes, hoping tomorrow morning he finds light in his problem.
*****
Hanum opened his eyes, sunlight radiating in his eyeballs. He rubbed his hard-to-open eyes, knocking at the door rang loudly in Hanum's ears.
"Yes, what's wrong?" she nodded, with her voice.
"Fran is coming."
Hanum awoke from his sleep, rubbing his shabby face, "Just go in, Ma."
He walked to the bathroom, washed his face. Rubbing his teeth, and giving a little powder on his face. He walked downstairs, looking at the man who had finished his task.
"How's it?" hanum asked without a hint of a smile on his face.
"He's been at his friend's house all this time, and he's gone again at nine o'clock in the night" the man said, then he opened the paper with him, "he's just doing work, meeting."
Hanum threw his breath out harshly, "This is your reward."
The man picked up a brown envelope, and immediately walked out of his employer's house.
Hanum massaged his temples, he did not know what to do. His brain was trying to twist to find a solution to his problem, he didn't want to take another misstep.
Hanum took a deep breath, then quietly let out, "Okay, I'll be home today."
He got out of his chair, picked up his cell phone in his room. As if everything is complicated, whether it is made or it must be this complicated.
He took his phone near his dinner nightstand, staring at the screen of his cellphone that had been lit earlier, he stared at a name that made him have to go home soon.
Hanum was delivered by his mother's private driver, he did not dwell on the slowness of his mother's driver's road. His hands were still fiddling with his phone, calling someone back there, but it seemed his efforts were fruitless.
"Stop here, sir."
The car stopped suddenly, making the driver's head almost hit the steering wheel of the car. Hanum immediately pushed the car door, his body immediately came out and closed the door loudly.
He ran towards his house, staring at the courtyard so beautifully still as before. He stepped calmly, opening the unlocked door, what he saw was not the same as what he had seen before.
"Assalamualaikum," greeted Hanum with a slight shout, but it seemed like the house was empty.
He ran around the whole room of his house, he could not find what he wanted. The house looked empty, what was in the room was all broken apart.
His tears fell from his eyeballs, he could not have expected to get any bigger this matter.
