YOUNG WIFE

TEMPESTUOUS STORM

“Susan does not permit me to make bring Gala today.”

 

Aiman's statement was enough to piss me off. I had good reason to hit that liar woman. But Aiman chose to make peace. He doesn't want to make a scene. As a result, Aiman invited me to meet with Susan to pick up Gala after the man called his ex-wife about their current whereabouts.

 

“Neg. I'm picking up Gala now. Don't need. Humm. I went there,” said Aiman who since ten minutes ago spoke with the grandmother drop by.

 

“What does he say?”

 

“Gala brought to Bandung –“

 

“Hah? Gala hasn't eaten yet. Why brought all the way?” my question is worried, beyond my worry when caught in the raid at that time.

 

I also don't know why I can think of it. What is clear is that I love Gala because she also always said that every time I accompanied her to sleep at night.

 

“I mean Susan wants to meet Gala with her grandmother there. Kangen said. Gala ate it. Now we'll get him there.”

 

A classic reason.

 

“OK! We'll follow you there.”

 

Right now, I'm the one who's on fire to see Gala. About the crash, I might think about it later. Seriously thinking about Gala, I accidentally noticed Aiman looking at me while driving. Aiman, who had been in the office for half a day, was still as cute as Aiman this morning. Seeing him in uniform like this, it makes me look like a teenager who was caught by the police and is now being carried to the office to give a statement.

 

“Why see me like that?”

 

Aiman raised the corner of his lips to hear my question.

 

“Neg. Just see doang. Don't ge-er.”

 

Basic cih! I've been praising him for a few days, but the payoff is still the same. Nilysitter!

 

“Who is ge-er? Feeling!” my ketus.

 

But there's a good thing like this. Me and Aiman don't have to feel as awkward as they were this morning. But I think the awkward one is just me praying. The proof Aiman looks relaxed without blushing.

 

I thought, am I really a woman who is not at all attractive in the eyes of men like her?

 

**

 

From Jakarta to Bandung it's a long way!

 

I died of lice from being in the car for almost two hours. Fortunately, I was not drunk. If not, maybe Aiman will drop me at the rest area.

 

Entering the city of Bandung, I suddenly felt fresh fit. The city which is currently being led by Mr. RK is really a city that is worth visiting in Indonesian tourist sites. Because it's that good!

 

Passing through the big city, we started heading to his village. I was surprised because it was not too different from the houses in my village, Medan. Through the rocky roads, mountains and forests, we finally arrived at a simple house. House that is not fenced because it is planted enough by a fairly beautiful application.

 

Seeing this, I became reminded of the late grandmother's house which was also as beautiful as this. Unfortunately because of the matter of sharing inheritance, the grandmother's house is now flat with the land and divided. As a result, the original yard was no longer there because it was filled by new houses.

 

Too bad. The place I spent my childhood is no more. Now I just remember it in my mind until the end of my life.

 

Uh! Why is this mellow?

 

“You're not down?”

 

I was about to get out of the car, but then I paled because I had no interest in meeting Aiman's former in-laws. What if I get hacked? Huh!

 

“No ah, you're aja.”

 

Aiman leaned against the roof of my car window. Aiman looked so close that I could smell her musk perfume intoxicating my mind.

 

“Why?”

 

Ask why everything!

 

“Yes, I have nothing to do with them. Susan has met me so well. Especially her mother, right?”

 

“She's keki because you're my new wife.”

 

“Yes is. Surely his heart is hot, my kekeh” is also followed by Aiman anyway.

 

Aiman back to the topic of conversation, “Nothing. Consider it an additional task.”

 

I glanced at this cynical om-om. What else does he want? Don't want to!

 

“What task?”

 

“Your job as a mother Gala continued. I also want to let them know that now I can't do anything like this. Because it's already you, its mother.”

 

I'm actually lazy to deal like this. But for the sake of Gala, the boy I loved, as well as my revenge action on the dapper who as he pleased earlier, I also agreed to be introduced.

 

We entered that simple house. From the outside I could hear the sound of Gala laughing which seemed to be playing with someone. Just as Aiman was about to say hello, we were surprised by Susan's appearance which this time did not look as glamorous as I had seen at school.

 

Susan looks like a village woman who doesn't have much behavior. Wearing a nightgown stelan with cartoon character motifs and is carrying a basket containing unprocessed yam. They look at each other like in Indian movies. Maybe they're reminiscing about the past when they were together.

 

 

I intentionally cleared up for both. Susan again glanced at me cynically after realizing that there was me here.

 

“Kok you didn't say you brought him here?”

 

I frowned like him. Was it wrong that I came? It might be wrong for him who seems to have ulterior intentions why ask Aiman to come here.

 

“Which way?” tanya Aiman switched the conversation.

 

Susan looks upset. It was clear how Aiman's ex-wife put the basket down by being slammed.

 

“Can't I just linger with Gala for a while? I haven't seen him in a long time when you were in Medan, mas.”

 

“Gala have eaten?”

 

Aiman still doesn't answer Susan's question.  Makes me want to laugh.  

 

Well maybe because Aiman wants to leave quickly. He was newly appointed and performed his first duties. Time to skip kayak gini?

 

“You think I'll be remiss in kayaking first?”

 

“I thank you for knowing your role. But I don't have much time. I must return to Jakarta because there is still work.”

 

“Yes if so let Gala I take care of.”

 

Susan still did not give up on attracting Aiman's attention. But the one being spoken to also remained in his stance.

 

Whoa! Salute to this one. It was only fitting that he quickly rose through the ranks due to his resolute attitude.

 

“Still not yet. Now you've violated the agreement that the court has entered into. You must have my permission to take Gala. But what is it? You don't do that little responsibility.”

 

“That's because you keep refusing to talk to me!”

 

Susan took a quick glance at me and continued this exciting conversation. Turns right. He deliberately broke the agreement because he wanted to talk to Aiman. She is looking for attention from her ex-husband whom she left behind.

 

“What is this young woman so much better than me? Huh uh? At school he was rude and had no manners. How could she be my surrogate who is clearly her birth mother?”

 

Susan started attacking me!

 

Sometimes my mouth is not filterable. But I'm sincere in keeping Gala. I never complained to take care of Gala. Even more I complained about Aiman's attitude at home.

 

“Mela is like that because she's worried about Gala. Morning they were together and suddenly Gala said because you brought Gala without her permission.”

 

“I don't need permission from him! I'm Gala's mother!”

 

“But Mela is my wife. Gala's mother was too. He's not a stranger. Mela has the same authority as me.”

 

The checkmate!

 

Nek attachments instantly die of fleas. Pleased! I am so satisfied with it!

 

From inside, Gala ran out hugging her papa. Behind Susan is also an old mother who I assume is Susan's mother. Their faces were like a pea in two. Looking at his sharp eyebrows, showed once that these two seemed to judes aka jutek.

 

“Indeed he really is that dear as my grandson? You've only been married a few days. What if your new wife is not sincere in looking after the Gala? Whatever the reason, she's a stepmom too, right? Definitely not sincere,” oceh his mother anyway.

 

Now, guess what I said. They are just as nature.

 

My heart feels so hot to hear it. I wanted to return the words of the mother, but Aiman forbade her by making me not to go forward with the two of them who already seemed consumed by emotion.

 

“From Gala's attitude can also be seen kok buk,” replied Aiman.

 

And sure enough, Gala suddenly asked to be carried by me. He whined at me for starting to get sleepy.

 

“Ma...home yuk.”.

 

Holy hooch! This kid won this debate. Aiman smiled with great satisfaction while stroking the head of Gala who was leaning on my shoulder.

 

“Iya. We go home well.”

 

Susan's getting hot. Hareudang mah if the Sundanese say. His mother is the same. Both glanced at me cynically but I just ignored it by quietly starting to move away from this conversation.

 

“We say goodbye. Sorry can't take long.”

 

“Mas!”

 

Aiman turned his head because Susan called, “I can still see Gala right?”

 

Aiman nodded his head, “Bby. But now also need permission from Mela, well.”

 

Susan remained silent without comment. I smiled at myself in the car. Arriving at the car, Aiman glanced at me with a smile. Before long Aiman pointed his palm at me.

 

I'm confused as to what. So I gave her a short tos. The next movement of the hands is clenched and then punching each other. This is a punk greeting. Aiman and I also let each other laugh because they had succeeded in silencing his ex-wife and in-laws earlier.