YOUNG WIFE

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It's not fair because I'm the only one thinking!

 

Last night's events left me unable to sleep, eat, and do normal activities. While Aiman waltzed kale beaming like nothing ever happened. It was as if what he had done last night was his attempt to siphon off all my energy and move on to him.

 

Goddamnit! He was acting so sure because he was used to kissing someone. He is a widower! Must have eaten salt acid about main sosor-sosoran!

 

“Ma...kok daritadi diem aja?” oceh Gala when we got to her school.

 

“Eh, sorry brother daydreams.”

 

Looking at the duplicate of Aiman, I also recalled the incident this morning.

 

We were completely out of my mother's house after the dawn prayer. Gala had also woken up early allowing us to go home soon.

 

Arriving home, I immediately prepared a simple breakfast for these two men who were brushing up. Because in a hurry, Aiman did not have time to finish his fried rice. So spontaneous, I took the initiative to make it stock. And miraculously Aiman wants to bring his provisions.

 

At first, I did not remember the incident last night, but as soon as Aiman left and was about to say goodbye, he turned around and kissed me on the forehead. He also told me a few things.

 

“Later tonight we ate outside, yuk. So don't cook,” the smile.

 

I think he took all my positive energy. Because until this moment, I can't even forget it let alone act like Tom and Jerry that we used to do every day.

 

“Truly mom is okay? Let Gala call papa yah tell me to go home because mama is sick.”

 

“Eh no need. Kak Mel is just tired again.”

 

“Then tired break Ma.”

 

Gala looks worried. This kid's behavior immediately excited me back. I hugged him before Gala got into her class. I tidied up a little bit of her appearance and kissed her cheek.

 

“Iya. Gala has nothing to worry about. Learn the real in yah.”

 

“Iya Ma!”

 

Fucking kid. I told you not to call Mom, just to be called that.

 

After making sure Gala got into her class and saying goodbye to her school security, I went home for a while to take a break. Because this morning was all in a hurry, so the house was like a ship broke. It doesn't feel bad if I let it go back to college later. So while waiting for the hour of the handsome boy, I did as much as I could.

 

So that I get excited again and forget the incident last night, I deliberately play music with her fast while cleaning the house. Like there was no fatigue, I finished the homework from sweeping, washing, folding clothes and preparing the book I would carry with me vigorously.

 

It turns out that undergoing the profession of mother, wife and student at the same time is not too bad. As long as everything can be in order for time.

 

Heh Mela! Since when have you been wise? I used to think of a young marriage. Now directly accept that fate after being kissed by that perverted om?

 

Huh!

 

 

It doesn't feel like ten minutes Gala's home. I immediately changed clothes that were somewhat more fitting than when I first drove Gala to school. Checkered shirt with toed pants. I looked at myself in the mirror and then remembered Aiman's insinuation last night.

 

He said he wanted to see me wearing a hijab.

 

Okay. I will do it. I wear the mainstay triangular hijab of the women anti-ribet like me who once dyed directly so.

 

The head was covered.

 

“Duh late!”

 

Motor ignite immediately. With all my body, I speed to Gala school. There the disciples and the old men were already scattering out of the fence. I immediately parked the bike and searched for Gala. I waited until everyone came out first until all that was left was the security guard I was saying this morning.

 

I started to worry because Gala never showed her nose. I immediately approached Noah, who was returning home.

 

“Pak Noah! All out?”

 

The old man Noah looked confused as I called. He also said he was myopic and deaf, eating him his way closer to find out who I am, “It's empty neng. Who are you going to pick up?”

 

“My son..si Gala.”

 

“Child who was earlier neng anter?”

 

I nodded worriedly. Gala can go out on her own without monitoring. I also followed her with Noah. Why not be supervised by a child who goes out the gate without being accompanied by a parent or guardian?

 

“So there's a girl ngaku mama. Well that's it!” point Noah at a place where there's a white car parked by the side of the road. There was a Gala who was being led by a tall, slim woman with a socialite appearance.

 

I thought it was Syahrini. Because it looks like that.

 

“Gala!”

 

I immediately pulled Gala's possessive hand. My heart was about to fall out for fear that this child was missing. I almost lost control of this woman in front of me if Gala hadn't mentioned her name.

 

“Mama Susan, this is mama Mela.”

 

Susan's?

 

Susan Susan, if it's big, so what is it?

 

 

Susan reached out her hand to shake hands at me after she scanned my appearance from head to toe.

 

Wh why? Did I call that Dad?

 

“I'm Susan, her mother's Gala.”

 

Because I know the background of how he could leave Gala as a baby, my jutek's face I can't control. He started to raise eyebrows as I carefully turned back in an intense manner.

 

Because the origin of all these problems is because of him!

 

Because she cheated on him, Aiman divorced her. Due to divorce, Aiman is a lonely widower who takes care of his own son. Because of his son, Aiman married again and became my random marriage. Since I was married, I could not live independently in Jakarta.

 

Be present! If it continues, my story will be the longest novel.

 

“Oh, I'm Mela. Mama continued Gala.”

 

“So I saw you were anxious. Because Gala's busy calling you so we're your nyamperin.”

 

The evidence makes me hot. So he intentionally made me anxious?

 

“Sorry, next time don't be. If you want to see Gala please. But do not make others who have responsibility for this child so anxious because they are afraid of their children why-why.”

 

“Why angry? I was not on purpose.”

 

Not accidentally your nutmeg! — my snatch in heart. I almost spoke rudely like that. If it was still Mela Iskay who used to be it must have been exhausted by people. Now, how could I be so haphazard. Because I am part of bhayangkari's mothers. I have to take Marwah and Aiman's good name as a cop. Moreover, he also just rose in office, could-can be mutated ntar because his wife is brash.

 

“Obviously I'm new because Gala called me. If Gala does not call, then you will bring Gala, right?”

 

“I. I don't need your permission to bring my own child. I told Aiman anyway. So what do you do with permission?”

 

This Athaghfirullah is a female! Does he know what I mean?

 

“Yes I know mbak mama Gala, but here the position is I do not know mbak bring this child. I did not hear from Aiman if Gala wanted to be with her mother. If I knew yes I would not worry nyariin.”

 

Susan seemed to ignore my babbling. Without saying sorry and listening, he put on his sunglasses and pulled Gala with him.

 

“You seem to be very young. No manners are the same as an older man. Anyway Gala I brought. I'm no longer in the mood of terrorizing your nagging,” he said that made the war drums in my head berabuh fast.

 

Were it not for the many merchants and mothers passing by to pick up her child, I might have served this woman with Asian tiger silat. I intentionally hold back because I still have a vein of shame to fuss people in the middle of the road. So, I let him get away this time.

 

Before entering, Gala took the time to approach me. It felt, all my anger was gone because of the sweet treatment of this five-year-old boy. Gala kissed me on the cheek before she left with the attached grandmother.

 

“Ma....Gala go jerk well.”

 

This time I was happy to be called by her. If you can just keep calling mama in front of her celebrity-assisted mother.

 

“Iya. Don't be naughty well.”

 

“Cepetan scale!” her word.

 

I'm really speechless. I want to be with you but I have no right to forbid a mother from meeting her biological child. Want as bad as anything he does, everywhere there is no such thing as an ex-child or an ex-parent. Even though he was, Gala was still his flesh and blood. That's fact.

 

 

 The white car drove away from the school grounds. Susan took it for granted without giving me a horn to get me out of the way. I'm not angry, it's just upset. Just wait for time to reply to her sometime.

 

Just getting home, Aiman called. Good riddance! All right, I want to ask you about Susan just playing around taking the Gala when I'm not around.

 

“Halo.”

 

“Good you called! I'd like to ask you!”

 

Maybe Aiman is confused why I speak loud when time says hello his voice is very soft.

 

“Ask what?”

 

“Today Gala is with her mother? How come you didn't tell me this morning?”

 

“Hah? Her mom? Susan you mean?”

 

Aiman asked back. But from his tone, it seemed like he was in shock.

 

“It, Susan. Your ex-wife came to school and took Gala away. He said he had permission with you.”

 

Aiman let out a long breath. I can hear it from the other end of the phone.

 

“Neither Mel. I don't get a call or anything from Susan if she wants to bring Gala today.”

 

I guessed! That little granny tricked me! Just watch. Meet him later, I won't hesitate to kick his ass.

 

Watch it!