Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 5

After the adzan maghrib, in the house of Mas Agus was very gripping. Jesinta my stepdaughter from morning never came out of the room. The middle-aged woman was somehow doing what in the room. Mungin was shaving eyebrows, or dyeing hair, and nails, I don't know.

If we can gather it would be nice to pray together. But it seems to do all that in this house is just a dream.

While Mas Agus if usually at 5 pm has come, but now has not seen the trunk of his nose.

I'd better get my own magrib prayer water. Only to the creator did I complain and plead that my household be fine.

"Helper..." Again the woman called out to me screaming. I have not finished praying. Without opening my face I immediately came out of the room.

"Why are you wearing clothes like that?!" She asked me, looking at me not like it. When I came over and asked why I called.

"Just finished praying, but the Madam called me too loudly, so I was in a hurry." Answer insinuates. Let me call the lady. After all, just a call doesn't hurt.

The woman was upset. Now he's changed clothes instead of the ones he was wearing this afternoon. Tops that only close the guava, mini skirt se knee, hig heel shoes perfect his appearance. No wonder Mas Agus chose this woman. Not to mention that the smell of expensive perfumes filled my sense of smell.

"Open the garage, same fence! I want to go to work!" His orders while waltzing into the porch of the house.

No I answered. After all, there is no point too, it could be that I am in the damprat.

"Seven o'clock, tell Jesinta to eat, don't let him starve" he said cynically, then run his luxury car.

It was strange that the woman, why not herself, told her child to eat. Besides what work these nights with clothes like that anyway. Ah stupid, why am I thinking of him.

I folded the mukena store in the room, then sat on the terrace waiting for Mas Agus to arrive.

Sure enough, for ten minutes I waited for the sound of Mas Agus motorbike to be heard. At first I was going to open the fence, but Mas Agus had already opened it himself.

"Tumben till the night?" I asked when Mas Agus pushed the bike. But not in the garage but in the yard. Strange to think, the woman was using a luxury car. While Mas Agus only uses a motor that has been output for a long time.

"Rum Chips." Answer's short. While moving the neck to the right to the left and sounding crutches.

"Dimasakin water Mas," Tanyaku pay attention, so that Mas Agus take a bath with warm water. When we entered with Mas Agus looked tired. Bathing with warm water certainly launches blood circulation.

"No need Rum, it's this hot, if a warm bath after bathing will be sultry again." Legally.

Last afternoon Jesinta ate no Rum?"

"Don't want to go out, when I've knocked on the door."

"Other times in Rum, make sure the child eats three meals a day,"

Hearing Mas Agus' orders why I became upset. Indeed Jesinta kindergarten who should be given special attention.

"Yes already... Take a shower first. I'm getting dinner ready." Reply diverts. Not talking about his son. Not that I don't love 'cause Jesinta's my stepdaughter. But Jesi is not a child to be treated.

I died Mas Agus warmed up the chicken soup that had been cold again.

Tok to tok.

Finished warming up the soup, I went upstairs knocking on Jesi's room. Apparently he already knew that I was going to tell him to eat. Regardless of my whereabouts, Jesi walked ahead of me.

I just took a deep breath, in this house it feels like I'm being ostracized. The stupid tip if it wasn't Mas Agus who hurt me wouldn't care.

Arriving at the dining table, Mas Agus was waiting to appear to talk with his daughter. But as soon as I arrived the two humans of different ages were instantly silent.

I serve Mas Agus as usual, if I cook soup. Special soup for Mas Agus, poured into a separate bowl.

Finish eating, each to the room. While I clean the dining table and wash the dishes. Until neat all then followed Mas Agus to the room. It turns out that Mas Agus has fallen asleep in bed.

"Shalat isya first Mas, do not fall asleep," I said.

I chose to sit on the side of the bed. If the stomach is full immediately sleep stomach acid I like to go up.

In the room we kept quiet for 10 minutes later, I took a deep breath. Set my heart before asking who the woman was. But my tongue is confused.

"Mas"

"Heem..."

"From tomorrow, I'm working again, yes" I asked. Before I talk about women, I want to go to work. That way I won't meet that woman during the day.

"Don't be weird!" Ketus answer.

"Kok weird anyway, I'm working with you not the first time anyway, so why Mas now so angry!" I was also emotionally disturbed.

"Not so Rum, I want you to better take care of the house. From now on I'm looking for money. Please approach Jesinta to chat, she's lonely."

"Then who is the woman who is in this house, other than Jesinta Mas?" My pot.

"That means?" Mas Agus asked, this time looking at me. His wrist had also been lowered

"No idea what his name is, what do I want to know, what does it have to do with Mas Agus?" Mycars.

"She's my ex-wife Rum, her name is Arinta." Answer lightly. Instantly I snorted.

"Ex-wife?! Then...why do you still live in one house Mas?!" Ketus.

"Then where's the fault Rum? I just want my son Jesinta no less affection, what's wrong?!" Hardik Mas Agus, looking at me sharply and emotionally.

"OKay! No problem for you, Mom! But I don't want to live here with your ex-wife! I'm going home!" My sarcasm won't lose.

I had a big fight tonight. Why did Mas Agus have to invite me to stay in this house. There are still ex-wives. Either true ex-wives or they are still legitimate husband and wife relationships only they know.

"Right now you're my wife Rum! You must follow my rules!"

BRACKET!

Mas Agus slammed the door and then came out of the room. I was crying so hard, some idiot heard. Just crying might be able to alleviate this heartache a little.

Where there's an ex-wife lives one house. Mas Agus had no feelings at all. Basic selfish men can't keep my feelings.

"Krring.."

My phone rang after I saw it was my daughter's Ratri . If we weren't far apart, maybe my nappies weren't like this.

Soon I wiped my tears, then picked up the phone. Like the days before, Gayatri asked about my health.

"Why then, how come his voice is hoarse?" Gayatri was suspicious.

"It's okay, dear, Mak just woke up because" I replied lying.

"Oh, yes it is Mak, Mak must be tired of just coming home from work." Ratri hung up the phone.

The night was getting late I couldn't sleep at all. Waiting for Mas Agus did not come home yet. I don't know where it went.

I can only ponder why my sweet marriage changed in a matter of days. I came back crying only to be able to complain with paper. Scratch the ink that fills the book when happy or sad like now.

...SERIATE....