He's Not The Best
18. When He's Home
When He's Home
“Winsi .. believe in your mother, if you are the son of your Father.” Runa said while sitting down from lying down then, looking at her daughter seriously.
‘But, I want another man to be my father’
“So you don't need to find out the guy named Anas!” Runa said while laying down her body back.
“I know a person whose name is Anas. He's Erlan's gardener, right?”
“Who is Erlan?”
“Child of om-om who likes to wholesale rice uduk Ibu.”
Winsi's words, made Runa stunned. How could he forget about the boy? He first met a cute boy named Erlan, about ten years ago.
At that time he saw her learn to ride a bike with a nanny. He did not know that the child was the son of Arkan, but what he saw was a resemblance between them. Looking at his face is like looking at a portrait of Arkan when he was a teenager.
Who can prevent the passage of time without being able to pursue it, so realized that the distance created between time and humans was very far adrift. Time goes on even though the steps are one-on-one, but never stop just to wait for humans who often feel tired and tired walking.
That was how the current Runa was like stopping in the range of time that had taken him far back, until he then realized that, what was happening before him was another path of destiny. For as long as he knew, that the mansion at the end of the street had long been empty. A year later it was massively renovated, becoming more beautiful and magnificent, everyone around the place was amazed.
Runa did not think that Arkan was one of the residents of the house, or even he was the owner. He often rode through the street there, but had never seen Erlan's mother, nor any of the women of her inhabitants, other than their assistants. Rarely do they meet and hang out as neighbors, knowing that the child does not have a mother. Evidently all this time he had never seen Erlan with a woman who, looking worthy of the status of an Arkan wife.
‘So, where is Erlan's mother, are they divorced or are they separated by death?’ inner Runa. He has met Arkan a lot lately, but he doesn't feel entitled to ask about his personal life. Their relationship is only as a seller and buyer.
“Already, already, do not have to think about Anas, I also do not know who that person is. If only I could meet you, I'd love to thank you.”
“So, not Anas gardener Erlan?”
“What are you talking about, anyway? The guy named Anas is not just one.”
The conversation between mother and child ended just like that, although there was still a lot of curiosity in the mind of Nasriya Province, but his mother still did not want to explain it. Ah, and the reason was simple, it was already night and he had to sleep so as not to oversleep.
As the night wore on, Runa had already entered her dream world when she felt her body hover, like flying in the air. She tried to open her eyes little by little until she could really wake up and realize that she was now in her husband's arms.
“You were taken where I am, sir. I don't want to sleep with you!” runa said while struggling, in order to escape from her husband's body.
After that he took off his clothes one by one while saying, “i am your husband, do you want to be cursed by an angel for rejecting me?”
“I'm still mad at you. Watch out!” Runa tried to get up, by pushing Basri on top of him, but Basri held back by holding Runa under his control while kissing his neck.
Runa could not refuse, however serving her husband was her duty and she actually feared God's curse on a wife who disobeyed her husband. She was upset and uninspired, so she served her husband quietly like a piece of wood. Resigned in the passion of the night that actually makes him reluctant to participate in his sigh. Suddenly the shadow of the young woman appeared, playing around in his brain, disgusting him.
Runa endured the nausea during the service, until Basri finished and laid himself on the side due to exhaustion. Without excuse, the woman ran straight to the bathroom and vomited. All because of the shadow of a young woman who could be her husband's affair. But he was astonished, every time he was home, the man continued to love him longing.
‘Don't you have another woman she doesn't lust after her at home?’ batin Runa while fixing her clothes then, she went back to sleep with her son.
He knows the life of a driver who is notoriously wild because most of his time is spent on the streets. Therefore whenever she came into contact with her husband, she felt misgivings, with her own conjecture of a frightening infectious disease. Therefore, he often checked himself into the hospital regularly every year and, he was clean. There was no virus from the deadly disease in his blood, signaling Basri was also clean.
‘What does that mean he doesn't commit promiscuity or he uses security? Astagfirullah. I even suuzon my own husband, but what I saw a few days ago, was so disgusting!’ he murmured in the heart.
*****
A very bright morning, the sun is like a smile passing through its own path to, around the earth. It looks so beautiful in the morning and evening, even many humans long for the moments in which it appears and drowns. Rays and biases arise very washed away, as if the mystical horizon and suck the martyrdom melenakan eyes. Surprisingly no one saw him when he actually reigned on the throne in the middle of the sky and showed the greatness of his hot light.
Winsi left for school because today the division of diplomas and was his last day there. He was well dressed and shook the hands of his mother and father who had just started breakfast.
After the morning prayers, Runa and Winsi were busy in the kitchen making breakfast and snacks. Their habit when there is Basri at home and they do not sell food. While the man who became the head of the household, decided to sleep again after fulfilling the obligation to the creator. He woke up when Winsi was about to leave and immediately enjoyed his meal.
Runa was so grateful that her husband never left the obligation even though he had a bad temper. She was so trusting in Basri that he was actually a good man and would not betray her love. But when she saw her husband with the young woman, her heart was torn apart. Trust is tarnished and, the turmoil of fitrah as a wife was just gone.
‘Is like this all the feelings of women who are cheated on by their husbands?’ batin Runa while taking some food on the plate for her husband.
“Why ... why are you silent?” asked Basri in a hoarse and slow voice. He sometimes turns out to be so friendly and sweet that, Winsi is not among them. Runa did not answer the question, but instead went for, doing other work.
Suddenly the man's phone rang and he stopped enjoying food to pick up the phone from his pocket.
“Halo.”
Seriate
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