He's Not The Best
13. Fragile

Fragile

Arriving at Basri inside, he saw Bu Midwife and Bu Tina—neggangga, were in the living room, sitting while welcoming the arrival of Runa's husband with a surprised face.

Basri paid no heed to them and immediately looked for his wife's whereabouts in the room. How surprised he was when he saw a man in the room and was enveloping his wife.

Instantly, Basri's anger filled his stomach and chest cavity as if to increase his strength. It was with that power that Basri punched and kicked the man without questioning the motive of his actions first.

“Hai!” he said as he raised his fist back and said, “ how dare you be in my room!”

“Ahk!” the man screeched loudly while holding his cheek and, his body tilted to the side, yet he had time to stand upright, the next blow floated back.

Buk up!

While hitting Basri yells, “Near!”

After that he was silent with a breath of breath, letting the foreign man before him stand up.

The man did not want himself to be treated that way, but he did not retaliate because he did not want to increase the anger of Runa's husband, until he just left. The midwife and her neighbors gave little explanation, but at that time Basri could not think clearly because he was wrapped in anger.

That is what is called anger energy, which when collected can destroy a wall with just one empty hand punch.

When Basri hit the man who had helped him, Runa could do nothing. He continuously vomited, making his body even weaker.

The condition of Runa's body continued, for several days, and Basri took good care of him, although trust in his wife has diminished since the incident. But he couldn't keep taking care of it because he had to get back to work.

Runa has not had time to buy a pregnancy test because of his body condition. However, after a few days later, he felt already strong and immediately went to the nearest supermarket. He bought the test kit, along with several other foodstuffs that had been thinned in his house. It just so happened that Basri gave the news of going home the day after tomorrow, so that he could show him the evidence.

Who would have thought that the unfortunate fate again befall Runa, dja fell and fainted, while walking on the sidewalk, to look for public transportation. He was bleeding and, incidentally, the man who had helped him was around.

As soon as he saw the crowd that would help Runa, he took part and took the initiative to take Runa to the hospital, by taxi, to deal with the bleeding.

“You, her husband?” asked the doctor who examined Runa back then and, without hesitation, the man nodded.

The doctor has successfully overcome the condition of Runa. He smiled faintly, then said, “You should be grateful, sir. Your baby survived. Fortunately, they were quickly brought here. Otherwise, your wife could have a miscarriage.”

“Oh, yes Doc. Thank you.”

After saying that, she was silent expressionlessly, realizing that it was not her who should be happy, but Runa's husband. After that he waited in the treatment room, until Runa woke up. The woman could only express her sincere gratitude, to him for the help he gave.

The next day, Basri had returned home and found his residence empty, he hurried to the hospital as soon as he got information from his neighbors that, Runa was being treated for a fall and had fainted.

After being in the hospital, Basri sought information about his wife and, immediately went to the treatment room where his wife was. At that moment he was shocked and again angry because he saw the same man, talking to his wife there.

At the time in the treatment room, the Foreign Man was actually making administrative payments and submitting proof of payment to Runa who had been allowed to go home.

“You again?” basri asked furiously and his hands clenched together showing his burning emotions, hatred and jealousy of being one. The bad thoughts that the demon breathed out were getting fuller in his mind.

The man looked towards Basri expressionlessly, he calmly stepped over while extending a hand and introducing himself.

“You must be Bu Runa's husband, right? introduce my name Anas,” said the man flatly, he still remembers the very painful blow on his face from Basri.

“Heh. Who wants to know someone like you!” sahut Basri was indifferent, passing Anas just like that. Anger did not also disappear though, the ipenolong man showed a good and friendly gurgle. But the hardness of heart Basri could not see the kindness in his eyes because jealousy and emotions dominated.

Basri brought his wife who was allowed to go home, using her truck. Arriving at home, Runa immediately used a pregnancy test kit in her plastic grocery bag. Anas who brought the groceries while helping him, even he brought it to the hospital so that, he could use what he had bought.

The pregnancy test kit, then showed the results that, Runa positively pregnant, and immediately showed it to Basri, with pleasure. But it turns out that the comments he got were quite unexpected, Basri did not trust and did not like his pregnancy.

At that time Runa was really fragile, her hope of becoming a happier family because of the presence of a child, was just in vain. There is nothing more painful for a wife than to be neglected and wasted by her husband. Even the attitude of Basri who was once so gentle and attentive changed completely. The man was often angry, even mentioning the fruit of their love as an illegitimate child.

“Urus your own son, don't count on me, I'm not taking care of the boy.” As Basri said when Winsi was born into the world and greeted his parents with a loud cry without sin.

Runa tried to survive, because he had no one and the savings from his business selling rice sitting at the crossroads was not much, because he only sold when Basri went to work. Even sometimes the money he gets runs out for his son's expenses.

The woman remained kind and did her duty as a wife, though, Basri grew increasingly violent, especially after Winsi began to grow up and have a typical annoying behavior of children.

*****

Winsi is happy to help and accompany Runa to sell their homemade nasi uduk. The beautiful girl had built before dawn every day to prepare all the merchandise. He is no longer a school, and has enrolled in one of the country Junior High School near his neighborhood, only his school this time further, making him unable to walk there.

“Let my school pocket money be added, right, Mom?” ask when they are at the crossroads.

Not only those who peddle the merchandise, there are also those who sell chicken porridge, green bean porridge, fried foods, even vegetable makers there. The intersection is indeed broad and very strategic as a breakfast place for road users, employees and employees of several factories that happen to stand around the streets.

“Yes. As long as you diligently help mom if you want to sell.”

“Pastile, Mom. Later brought rice also sit to school, I want to sell alone, let more fortunately.”

“Are you not shy, selling at school?”

Seriate

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