YOUNG WIFE
CHAPTER 28
I'm the kind of person who can't hide what I feel. If you are angry, be angry. If I didn't like something, I'd say I didn't.
Like this morning. My passion for preparing all the needs of my little family is like being burning and blazing. Gala looked at me with her astonished face while saying ….
“Mama today really happy?”
“Ah time anyway?” ask me while flipping through the fish I was frying. Hearing her question, I unconsciously smiled like a joker.
“Iya. Mama smile continues.”
“Ah sister Mel emang likes a smile.”
“But this time is different.”
I finished frying the fish and then continued to reduce the oil to be used sauteed sambal that I had previously.
“It makes Gala like or not?” askaku while stirring the sambal. Before long Gala – my connected son nodded his head enthusiastically.
“Like dong,” praise that makes me even more anxious myself.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know night after night
I'll be fu*kin' you right, seven days a week
“Sunday monday –“
“What did you sing just now?” asked Aiman who was suddenly standing behind me.
My hair immediately bristled as she whispered in the open slit of my neck.
“Apaan anyway! Just be surprised!”
Aiman was even whiny without sin.
“That's a shock. I've just been singing what?”
“Oh song my bias title –“
“Try singing,” scold him while frowning.
I was confused to see him who was suddenly curious so, so joined squinting. Is there something strange about the song?
“Consider the name of the day. Sunday monday tuesday –“
“In the last sentence. I don't think it's good to be bullied by a child.”
Aiman twisted his body while folding both his hands over his stomach. I repeated the part slowly, then shut up because I didn't notice.
“I’ll be fu*kin –“
“You want? 7 Days a week?”
“Huh?”
“Seven day a week?” asked Aiman with a look of horror.
Aye! The horror look here is the look of om-om lacking caress.
HYAH!
“Eits! What is tuh?” I asked spontaneously when I felt there was a blunt object that was in contact with my butt that was not this bad.
I looked back and immediately turned my gaze to this vital part of om-om sompret. Immediately I broke out in a cold sweat while noticing how long it was.
“Maybe I'm looking for a TV remote, ah no. It's too small. More fitting like a syrup bottle, well just fitting. Big right?” he said while smiling.
“Astaghfirullah –“ my inner.
“Sana has a shower! No shame what the boy heard!” banish me with a spatula containing sambal to his face.
Seeing my behavior with her papa, Gala laughed with a piece of bread in her mouth. While Aiman did not stop rattling up to the room saw me threatening him using a spatula in his hand.
Because last night, I think Aiman's getting lewd. Duh! really-dangerous!
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“Let's eat provisions well.”
Gala who had just finished wearing her shoes and socks nodded her head while smiling broadly at me. Finished taking care of his son, I immediately rushed to take care of Aiman's needs. But my steps came to a halt when I heard the sound of Aiman's grumbling from the room and he came out with his cell phone stuck to his ear.
“Eh later –“
I haven't finished talking, Aiman raised his hand in front of my face to make a gesture. He seemed to be busy until he could not convey greetings to his own baby.
“Terusslah. I'll remind you again.”
I walked into the room and changed clothes to take Gala to school. After finishing, I rushed to the five-year-old boy and took him on the new bike Aiman bought.
“Ready?”
“Any mama!”
“Wear his real helmet. Oh yes, papa will pick up. Mama there's fieldwork today.”
“Oke ma,” Gala replied while showing her two tiny thumbs.
After delivering Gala, I returned home to prepare to go to campus. In the midst of this joy I took the time to send Aiman a message that he must keep his promise to pick Gala up later.
But until noon and I was researching, Aiman had not replied to my successive messages at all.
{ Did you pick up Gala, right? }
As I continued to get nothing in return, my heart began to fidget. Did something bad happen? Is the criminal back in action?
What about Gala? Who's picking it up?
“Mel. Later I will give the minutes yah.”
“Kak. Are there still terror attacks?” ask me at Rendi's brother who immediately bengong hear me who cut his words.
“Uhmm lately the police is still working hard for nangkepin syndicate that was caught yesterday.”
I nodded my head while imagining Aiman's rash behavior this morning. But somehow I felt that Aiman wasn't going on with the job yesterday because of that phone call.
“Why Mel? Daritadi like you are not focused,” asked Rendi who surprised me.
“Ah –th nothing sis “
Ting!
One message came in from my phone. It came from Gala school. I immediately read it and was immediately surprised to get such a message.
I took the bag and the motor key. My sorrow increased because it was already midday. That means Aiman didn't read my message and Gala's been waiting for about two hours at school.
“Where to Mel?”
“Sorry, there is something important. Sorry, brother!”
I said it with mixed feelings. Guilt haunted me even more because I turned off my phone when the research was done two hours ago. Maybe the teacher there has tried to contact me repeatedly. But I couldn't be reached until a new message came in.
And Aiman? Where's she? Why don't you read the message and remember the promise to pick up Gala?
“Sorry yes buk. I think the papa has come thumbs up,”, I said to the teacher who has been menamani Gala since.
“Iya. Nothing,” reply buk guru that I know he must have tired of keeping.
I looked at the face of the Gala Jutek I had never seen. Of course he was angry just didn't dare to reveal it. I approached Gala who was ready to wait for me to ride a motorcycle.
“Gala...angry are you Mel?”
“Now.”
“If not angry why waste face with sister?” I asked Gala who had started to hold back the tears.
Without further ado, I hugged her. In front of the teacher who had not yet moved from his place. From the cry of this child, I could feel his disappointment and anger. But because he was raised without the affection of complete parents, Gala only dared to hold all the emotional overflow alone.
“Sorry Brother Mel. Brother promises will not be late to fight and anter Gala.”
“Papa why not come? Papa where?”
I bowed with a deep sigh hearing the Gala's question.
“Maybe papa is busy. Yes, we went home yuk. Gala hasn't eaten yet, has she? Want to eat at home or outside?” I asked while wiping the tears of the five-year-old boy.
“At home,” reply streamed.
Curl up her hair that has been washed and then tidy up her uniform. After that I brought Gala home and asked her to joke so that she would forget the bad events today. In the middle of turning towards the minimarket, I accidentally passed by a white car that was familiar to me. Especially after seeing who was in it along with a woman who had just come out of the same minimarket.
I approached the car at moderate speed. Up next to the car, I immediately got off the motor and knocked on the car glass that was about to move away. The open car window was followed by Aiman's surprised gaze with Raline – the girl I had met at the inauguration event at that time.
My anger grew so much that I forgot Gala was still on the bike.
“Oh...so this is the important task until you forget to pick up the child?”
Sorry well long update it 😅
