YOUNG WIFE

CHAPTER 31

After many months in Jakarta, this time I got sick.

Mom says my body is full of iron, calcium, vitamins and all sorts of things because of my toughness, which hasn't hurt since I was a kid. When children used to get sick with fever, smallpox, measles and all sorts of things, I was healthy because of my strong immunity. May have been a few times not feeling well, but in the end I must be cured so soon that there is no need to go to the clinic.

Maybe the season and the air in Jakarta don't suit me. The proof is. I was stricken with a disease called meriang for almost two days.

I have a cough and also a fever. As a result, I could not do the routine as usual including preparing the needs of Gala and her father.

THE CLONTANG!

The sound from the kitchen was so clear. I who was in the room while shrinking was forced to wake up because of the noise that had been heard in the kitchen area.

That same father son again what experiment the hell in the kitchen? A bomb kali yah?

Just about to get out of the room, the doorknob moved slowly and then revealed the figure of Aiman with his hands carrying a tray containing a bowl of porridge and warm sweet tea. Our views meet each other. He looks surprised me too.

But my resentment was greater than my flattery over his attention bringing me food. So I chose to turn around to ignore him who just silently stared after his action was discovered by me.

“You ate nothing?”

“No,” answered quickly.

Aiman did not give up. He went into the room carrying his tray.

“Yesterday you haven't eaten yet. The heat will not go down.”

Aiman was about to examine my condition by touching my forehead. I quickly parried his hand as an act of rejection.

“Besok is better too. I'm hunting anter Gala. Later he's late.”

“Udah delivered Raka just now.”

“Ya already if it's leaving for work,” drive me away in an annoyed tone.

“Log in the night shift today, so I can take full care of you.”

“I don't need to be treated. Later even increase your burden,” my review again while laying down to the bed.

I could hear the sound of Aiman's breathing being heavily. Also the sound of the tray that he had been holding moved to the nightstand next to him.

“You are not a burden to me, Mel.”

“Oh I am erratous. I'm not a burden but babu.”

“Kok said that anyway?” aiman asked, getting annoyed.

Good though. The more upset he is, the more reason I have to settle this relationship.

“Ya if not babu then what? Since the beginning we married also I only served to keep Gala, right?”

Aiman rubbed his face – in frustration. He then began to sit cross-legged like a man ready to give an explanation. I chose to turn back because I didn't want to see her face.

“I didn't mean Mel. I admit that at first it really helped you. But honestly, now I've missed all that. You also deserve me to be happy because you are legally my wife.”

The heat! My wife said? I'm so sorry, my scolding is in my heart.

“Although until now, we can not relate like a real husband and wife,” he continued.

I frowned confusedly as I turned my head towards the back.

“Why can't you? Do you think I chopped a banana? Oh yea. Sampeyan is interested in Miss Raline. Beautiful, sexy, finches. Skinny tall kayak pole,” ocehku again.

“Who said that I am interested in Raline?”

“No need to say also looks like you are interested in him!”

I could see Aiman's face drawn upwards for holding back emotions and being patient. But he chose silence instead of having to return my words just now.

Seeing him not reacting, I turned back to him. Suddenly something unexpected happened.

Aiman moved closer by jumping up and over my body. He caught both of my hands until I was locked by him. I thrashed to be released but ended up staring at her silently without a word as Aiman began to show her serious, charming face.

Goddamnit! Don't be tempted Mel!

Must focus! Don't look at his face!

I threw my face to the right in shame, “Terselahlah. I'm not going to talk about that anymore. Now freelin.”

“Now I asked. How do you want it? You're ready if I ask you to be a real wife and not to be Gala's temporary mother? Because our agreement was originally so. But now I change my mind because you want to continue to be my wife is not babu or anything.”

The deg!

The drum on my chest rang so fast. Why are you Mel? Why is it pounding like that?

Just bluffed that way, it's been directly knock out. Where's the mental thug you've always been proud of? Why don't you just rebel now when this guy starts casually on you again?

“There is indeed a feeling to me?” I asked spontaneously.

The grip of Aiman's hand that had been strong since, slowly began to sag. I used it to get away from him and then tried to push him away from me.

Because I wasn't focused, my impulse made him fall out of bed. Fortunately he sat down perfectly without worrying about his head hitting the floor.

“Don't confuse me. I'm not an object you can control as you please.”

Aiman fell silent. He was still in his place when I was about to get up from the bed. While bending her knees, I could hear Aiman starting to open his voice.

“I never failed to marry. The love I had sincerely built for Susan was betrayed by her. It might sound funny if I said I was traumatized loving someone. Eat it I can't sell it to you for fear of disappointment.”

“That's selfish. You are afraid of disappointment but disrespecting others,” reply me that makes Aiman increasingly silent.

The bell rang out from outside. Looks like a guest came in and I chose to check out. Aiman remained in his place. Maybe he was understanding my words until he had to be upset like that.

Tuhlah! Who told you to be a playboy?

Would I live a lifetime with her without being loved?

Etdah. I'm not that stupid woman.

I opened the door without asking who was coming. As soon as I opened the door, I was surprised because the one who came was Raka's sister with her anxious face.

I opened the iron trellis door so I could reach him. But who would have thought that he came to embrace me like he had never met in years.

Can it be this free to hurt people?

“A—ada what sis? How to get here?” I asked as I quickly let go of his embrace.

Raka took a breath while examining my condition.

“Kok you don't know if it hurts?”

“Loh? Is Raka not?”

Brother Rendi shook his head while making a wander into the house.

“Ngak. There is Ai — eh om Aiman in dalem.”

“You two are inside?” asked Rendi, sounding misgivings.

“Ehm the —”

Duh! How to explain it well. When viewed with others, it is very strange to have a niece together in the house.

“Nothing really. Our relationship is not like that of Rendi Shadowin. Safe kok,” replied me origin.

Rendi's sister still hasn't received an explanation from me. Is it possible because he's smart well eat him suspicious.

“You're not his real nephew are you?”

“Eh?”

“I'm new Inget that Raka's mother once said that they don't have distant relatives. So you are the same Raka is not a cousin let alone her ponakannya om Aiman.”

Gluey!

Bang is bang. I was trembling because I was caught. Duh! How is this clear. We can be found out that we are husband and wife.

“Indeed. Mela is not a nephew. But om's new wife,” replied Aiman who suddenly appeared from behind my back.

Ahh sompretooss!