Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 4

I packed up and brought a little clothes. After all, I moved not far from here, if there was a shortage of clothes just take it home.

"Are you ready?" Ask Mas Agus. He went into the room, waiting for me to put my clothes in the suitcase.

"Had..." My answer.

Mas Agus pulled my suitcase out. I followed behind, then locked the door. Then stop for a moment to look at my house from the courtyard. I don't know why this time I didn't want to leave this house. If I go out of town, I feel normal.

"Ningrum... come" said Mas Agus, it was waiting on his motorcycle.

"Yes, it's." I speeded up my steps to ride a motorbike while my suitcase he kept in front.

Mas Agus drove the bike until we arrived in front of the two-story house and fenced high. His house is as big as mine. Only difference, the road in front of this house is 3 times wider than a narrow alley. Of course, if sold higher value.

"Whose house is Mas?" My toot. When Mas Agus got off the bike.

"Our house" he answered briefly without looking at me. He pushed the fence to let me in and then shut it back down.

Arriving inside the fence, I scanned the surroundings. Mas Agus' house has a garage as well, but there are no cars..

"Let's go in." He said, while walking still pulling the suitcase.

Teng tong teng tong.

I noticed Mas Agus pressing the bell. That means that in this house there are residents. Then who is He. His son, ART, or who? My heart rumbles with many questions. But I was afraid to reveal it to Mas Agus.

Checklots.

It turned out that the teenager who opened the door immediately looked upset like he was lazy to look at me.

"Rum.. introduce, this is my son Jesinta." Mas Agus introduced, it turned out that this girl was his daughter.

"Jesi, let's salim Mak Ningrum." The Decree of Mas Agus.

Either it's just my feeling or it's true. Jesi greeted me, but not sincerely. But I welcomed Jesi's hand with a smile.

"Let's Rum, I'll show you our room." Mas Agus said, continuing his step of pulling the suitcase towards the room on the lower floor to the left. While Jesi with her noisy sandals went up the stairs to the top floor.

In the room I was still standing feeling not at home even though I had not stayed. Although this room is wider than the room in my house.

"Rum, your clothes will be arranged in this closet yes," he said.

"Yes, it's." I answered looking at Mas Agus who was going to the bathroom.

I sat on the floor against the bed. This room is big, but it doesn't feel like it has a soul. Maybe this is what makes me feel uncomfortable.

But yes, I am a wife must accompany my husband, wherever Mas Agus goes.

Although if told to memlih, more at home when I stay with Mas Agus in the project, although sometimes only on mat.

"Rum... Why are you daydreaming?" Mas Agus surprised me.

"Mas, Mas Agus' daughter doesn't seem to like my presence." I said Honest.

"No. He must like you, because you don't know him yet." Answer Mas Agus. I no longer chimed in.

Today I live in Mas Agus' house serving my role as a wife as usual. But just staying in this house a day the atmosphere looks stiff.

Mas Agus who usually likes to tease me with silliness now that there is only silence. And somehow a few hours he's in his son's room . Maybe they were talking between father and son. I see, it's no different than me from Ratri. At dinner we kept quiet. Moreover, his son seemed indifferent at all did not greet me.

In the afternoon before Mas Agus came home, I prepared dinner as usual when at my house.

Tin tin tiiin...

Hearing the car horn in front of the fence, I turned off the stove. Look out of the window who's coming. A beautiful woman got out of the car.

"Jesina...." The woman screamed like a toak. I stared upstairs where Jesinta's room was. But apparently the boy had no sign of leaving the room.

"Jesina..." The woman screamed. It's good that around this house the average fenced high may not hear.

I finally opened the door to meet the woman.

"God! You are a budek, right?! People were screaming from there not to come out!" ketus The woman. "You must be the new maid, right?! Good job, don't be like ART that I just fired yesterday because it doesn't work properly." Omel the woman.

"Who is this boy?" My toot. If he notices this woman is older than me, maybe as soon as Mas Agus.

"I'm the owner of this house, don't call me Ma'am, but call me Madam. This time I understand because you're a new maid. It's only natural not to know who I am." It is long at length.

Deg

I looked at the woman's face in surprise. It's not that he called me a maid because maid work is not a bad thing. But what shocked me was that he told me the owner of this house.

Is she Mas Agus' wife? I wondered in my heart. Suddenly my chest felt tight.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Is it with my beauty?" Ask.

Indeed this woman seems new from the salon, I see from the look of her face and hairstyle adds to her beauty looks perfect.

"Quick open the fence and garage. I'm going in." His order.

I had to do his orders, not want to think bad first, I don't know who this woman is. I will ask Mas Agus.

After I opened the fence, and the garage, the woman took her car in. Then I closed it back.

Soon I went to the kitchen, continued cooking.

"It's washed fruit, if it's clean between the rooms," The order is no manners. Ask for help or whatever. Again I obeyed his order to wash the fruit and then deliver to the room upstairs.

Tok to tok.

"Get in, not in the key" A command from the room sounded.

I opened the door. "This is the fruit of the Madam."

"Put it on the table." His orders, while dying in front of the mirror. Apparently still not satisfied the woman beautifies herself.

I put the fruit on the sofa table, without answering. Leave the room without excuse. My head was dizzy thinking about what if the woman inside was Mas Agus' wife.

If it is true that she is his wife, then why did Mas Agus marry me. I became impatient, Mas Agus immediately went home and asked who the woman was.

If you still have a wife, why Mas Agus is not honest and why also marry me. If my prejudices are right, I'd rather just back down than not have a husband.

"Oh Allah, this may be karma for what I used to do.

...Seriate....