YOUNG WIFE
CHAPTER 30
“Pacar? Do you have a girlfriend?”
Ooh! Apparently ngeremehin ane?
“Yes there is dong! Are you the only one who can date the tepos?”
Aiman raised his eyebrows.
“New few months of college, don't date first! I will report to your father!”
“Ishh stops the police playing reports. I can also..report you to mama!”
Aiman began to commute like a shaman. Rather than me getting annoyed at the fact that I continued to face him, I also left while closing the door quite tight in front of him. Not long Aiman followed while leaving his waist.
“Mel! I'm not done talking!“
I ignored him by walking out of the house. Seen outside the fence, brother Rendi waiting for me appeared with a smile that always looks sincere than the om sompret behind me. With his antique car, brother Rendi approached me to bring a backpack that is quite dense in it.
“Kayak want to stop by Mel,” chirps that are exactly the same as om sompret.
“Kok your sentences the same anyway?”
Brother Rendi tilted his head while grinning. While I was feeling a very creepy creep because it was being watched by a perverted om-om from inside the house.
During the trip back to the research place, Rendi did not stop talking to me. It was nice to talk to brother Rendi who had a myriad of topics, but somehow my mind was focused on Aiman's words that still felt piercing to me. I often daydream when Rendi asks me. So inevitably he called me several times because he was not focused.
“You're not feeling well anymore, Mel? Mel?”
“Huh? Not really, brother.”
“I mostly ngoceh ya daritadi?” ask him to say. Hearing her complain about herself, I also started to feel anguished at her.
“Eh is not. I am the one who is not focused. Sorry about kak.”
“Nothing. If you are tired of sleeping. I'll wake up when it's late.”
How not brutal salting if treated like gini? Wish I was single! Not kayaking now. Go forward to retreat. Still a virgin tingting but already have a husband. I want to say I have a husband but feel single. Hiyaiish!
“Why Mel?” asked Rendi confused because I unconsciously stomped my feet under the dashboard.
“Hehe. Can stop at minimarket bentar no?”
“Oh okay. We just need to stop first.”
“Bby deh,” sahutku.
We also stopped at a cafe and restaurant that was almost the distance to the second research place. After getting out of the car and brother Rendi who took the initiative to make a drink message in front of the cashier table, I also walked to find a comfortable table to hang out for a while.
Just getting to the table, someone patted me on the shoulder from behind. I immediately turned around and was stunned to see the figure that I regret the most today. Who else if not Raline simelekete.
How could I have met you here by any chance? Or is he following me again?
“We are not as familiar as it is to be clumsy.”
Raline raised the corner of her lips, dismissive.
“Judes very anyway …. Temporary mother.”
Shithead! He really heard all about that. Whatever! Continued this conversation will even more runny affairs.
“That means how ya? So you're the same Aiman didn't actually marry?”
“Wah. We are legally married in front of country and religion,” my answer is a little emotional.
“Oh...or maybe marry because there is a certain intent and after that you split?”
I was silent and didn't dare to answer about it. As a result, this one female increasingly smiles win.
“From the way you shut up, it means real. If so, I just stay waiting,” he said in a confident tone.
I also chuckled until I laughed crazy. Raline finally looked at me in bewilderment by keeping her body away from the table.
“Try aja. Maybe you can dapetin Aiman ... but not maybe can dapetin his son's heart.”
Without much ado, I stood up leaving him who was still acting presumptuous in his chair. While I had unknowingly also left Rendi's brother who was queuing in front of the cashier table who might not know that I had come out first from the cafe in order to avoid simelekete who had added salt my mind is runyam.
Arrggs! Dizziness!
**
The day without feeling dark. And because of the kindness of brother Rendi, I also returned home safely.
“Mel –“ call him who is still in the car.
I turned around while bowing my body in order to be on par with his unique yellow frog car.
“Iya kak?”
A minute
Two minutes, Rendi's sister said absolutely nothing.
This is the first time I've felt upset about it.
“Neither so. Met night,” he said while turning on his car.
“Tadi Gala confided, she said her papa mama fought by the roadside because of her,” said Raka – nephew Aiman who was different age a year with me.
“Humm,” reply Aiman sounds lazy.
“So really?”
“Hu’um.”
Plaque!
It sounded like Raka was breaking the table to make the conversation even more exciting.
You gossip boy. Make it a shock.
“Terus Gala also nanyak to me, meaning mother meanwhile what. By the way to Mela?”
I want to hear Aiman's answer.
“How much is that to you?”
“Iya! Yes, I am confused as to how to answer. Why do you say that, om? It was just a joke, right?”
After Raka asked, there were no more voices from Aiman. Sanking was curious, Raka continued to urge her omnya to talk.
“If om diem means it really?”
“Iya.”
“Iya what is om?”
“So you have a lot of what?”
Replace Raka who was silent for a moment, as well as me who was still faithful eavesdropping from the living room.
“What do you mean? Do you want to split up with Mela? Or are you married just setting?”
“Who said settings. Our marriage is valid –“
“Well, why is Mela kayak that? Then do you agree with the first option Raka? Do you want to split with him?”
“Not who wants to, but we both agree about it,” Aiman replied honestly and honestly it also hurt my heart.
“Hah! You guys don't marry for love?”
Aiman the head.
“Masa’ no love at all?”
“Not possible. Om knows Mela is also very short.”
This! I was not strong enough to cry it out. Did you run away any time?
But Mel..why be disappointed? Not that you also do not put the same heart om sompret it? Or maybe you yourself start ..... is there a taste?
“If it's impossible, why get married? What because Gala?”
“Iya. All because of Gala. He did not want to split with Mela at that time. So I have no choice but –“
“I didn't expect om could take that long to destroy the future of Mela who is still in her early twenties. What do you mean he's a temporary mother until the big Gala can continue to divorce her? If you do that, Mela will be a young widow!”
“Mela knows. He also thought about it when I gave you the option to get married.”
“Om sure he's maksa? Aye right?”
“Nggak Raka's. We both agree on –“
“But why should I get married?”
“Kok you are so upset? The same attention from Mela?”
Raka slapped the table again. Hearing his claps, in addition to my heart shaking, my head was also suddenly a migraine. I think something is wrong with the body.
“Everyone if it's the reason you're married is that it must be a sprain om! Mela was like Raka herself. Especially now that he also said there was no sense in him. Though there are no women like Mela who want to take care of children om sincerely ogremoren mama herself.”
Raka's words deserve an Oscar. But no matter how much Raka spoke, Aiman would stick to his stance. That she was limited to thinking of me as a temporary mother to Gala.
A few months ago, I underestimated the issue. I could have so easily secured this marriage that I thought it would go well. But after living it..why is it like there is a thorn in my foot that is like forcing me not to accept Aiman's statement? This should be my chance to break out of this vicious cycle and find freedom, right?
The little thorn made me even more unable to move.
Well…
The thorn is Gala, the more her behavior makes me more like her birth mother. And I am proud to admit that I love that boy.
About Aiman. This feeling is still gray. I was happy with him even if only for a moment. And that feeling also faded again because of his honest expression of me that would never be in his heart.
“Mending did not go home earlier,” muttered me in my heart with the intention to re-open the front door.
But my efforts were in vain because my backpack fell to the floor to make a noise. I looked towards those who were now watching me from the dining table. I who was nervous because I was caught eavesdropping finally chose to walk into my room.
“Mel...daritadi there?” tanya Raka stammered.
Aiman also looks anxious but does not want to tell me anything at all. I who had been tired all day coupled with Aiman's endless cold gaze, made me lazy to say anything. I also chose to ignore the two by going into the room and closing the door like I had never heard any of their talks.
