Not Salihah's Wife
Wilaga VS Randy

Willaga is already at the dinner table, including the youngest child and two grandchildren besides Amara. Luckily, Amara was well received in her late father's family. Moreover, Amara is indeed a grandson who was deliberately separated from the large family Wilaga, on the influence of his father's mistress.

“Mother you call Dad, there is something to talk about he said seriously. Maybe the end of the week he comes,” Wilaga told Amara.

“Ehm. If it turns out Mother left me here longer, how? Who won't kick me out ‘kan?”

“Basic strange grandson, where might Eyang throw you out,” said Wilaga. Amara only chuckles to see her grandfather again emotion because of his actions.

“Already, this we are eating loh. Do not while joking, not good,” reprimand Lydia, Wilaga's youngest child. “Says there is a KKN, but it does not look?”

“That stay here is only the guide, if the group of students live at home near the village office." Wilaga.

“Dek, I've seen the lecturer. Very handsome,” said one of Lidia's aunt's children to Amara.

“Masa?” amara asked with no interest.

Still handsome mana with Mr. Randy, inner Amara.

“Be careful you have a crush, it could be your husband lost his handsome.”

“Dayu, don't tease Amara,” reprimand Lyidia on her son.

There was a conversation from the front pendopo, it seemed like the man who was the topic of conversation. Wilaga finished his meal because there was something that would be discussed with the man.

“You continue eating, Eyah wants to meet the man.”

“Take Amara Eyang, he wants acquaintance,” pekik Dayu who got a sharp gaze from Amara.

After dinner, Amara walked closer to the pendopo. He was actually curious about the man the family was talking about. Standing behind a wall that bordered the pendopo and the living room, Amara listened to Eyang's conversation with a man.

“Votes, similar ... but not. It must be just my feeling,” muttered Amara then returned to her room.

...***...

This morning was horrendous with Amara feeling discomfort in her stomach. Even Aunt Lydia and Eyang had been in the woman's room since.

“I'm fine, the pain is gone,” Amara said.

“We checked into the hospital huh, Auntie is worried. The last ultrasound of the placental position is still below, it could be because it causes pain.”

“Come, Amara. Eyang is also worried.”

“Already, Eyang and Aunt Lyidia returned to the room. I was fine, maybe just a false contraction,” said Amara trying to calm his family. “I just need to rest, promise me today I am not going anywhere,” said Amara again.

Amara finally went back to lying down and fell asleep, because since last night her sleep was not comfortable to feel pain and uncomfortable with her stomach.

By noon, the condition of the house was quiet because Wilaga's grandchildren who still lived there were activities.

Right now there are only Lydia and the servants. Wilaga is meeting with other community leaders.

Amara was again afflicted with pain, Darmi the maid who accompanied looked panicked and shouted to call Lydia.

“Darmi, what's screaming about?”

“Mbak Amara Bu, she's in pain.”

“Hahh, Amara ..”.

The two women rush to Amara's room and cross paths with Randy who just came out of the room.

“Good day Mom,” greet the man.

“Siang, sorry Mas I was in a hurry. My niece is sick,” said Lydia.

“Amara,” call Lidia when entering the woman's room.

Deg.

Randy was stunned to hear the same name, the name of his wife. The man turned his head, there was a waiter who was struggling to enter the room ….

“Amara,” muttered Randy who believed the moaning sound was similar to the voice of his wife. “The voice is similar to ...”

The man stepped closer towards the room that was grabbing his attention.

“Tante fuck anyway, sick people scolded.”

“Excuse ...”

Attention of the women leads to the door and ….

“Amara, you ..”

“Pak Randy! How come he's here anyway?” ask Amara to Lydia.

Lidia stared alternately at Amara and Randy with a questioning look. Randy approached Amara.

“Why you, baby? Is it time to give birth?” randy asked in panic while hugging Amara.

Lydia and the two maids who witnessed the interaction could only be speechless and flabbergasted.

“Ishh, freelance. Why is Mr. Randy here, gone .. I deliberately went to avoid Mr. Randy.”

“Ah, you're Amara's husband?” ask Lydia.

“Iya, I am her husband,” replied Randy who had taken off his arms because Amara pushed his body. “We go to the hospital,” take Randy.

“No, Mr. Randy better go. No need to interfere with my condition.”

“You're my wife Amara and this is my son,” Randy said as he rubbed Amara's stomach.

Lidia looked confused as to how, Amara rejected her husband but the man did not shift in the slightest. Until finally Amara again hissing, feeling pain.

“We went to the hospital yes,” take Randy.

Amara shook her head while enduring the pain. Randy rubbed Amara's stomach, his face also looked worried.

“You have been in pain since this morning, do not need to argue than something unwanted happens,” said Lydia. “Tante prepare car,” said Lidia again.

“Darmi, call Teja,” Let Lydia out of the room.

“Textend with Mr. Wilaga, Bu.”

Amara turned her face away, Randy approached and kissed her forehead and hugged the body of the woman he had longed for. The woman he hurt and the woman who made Randy's life go upside down because of abandonment.

“Do not go again, I'm sorry Amara,” said Randy.

“Go, there is still my family who cares about me compared to husbands who do not prioritize me.”

“I'm sorry Amara, I'm focused on finishing Hana's business and when you get back you're gone. Even Mother kept your whereabouts a secret,” explained Randy.

“AKu no longer care, want Mr. Randy same Hana or not is not my business anymore.”

“Don't be so dear, I've already divorced her. Now it's just us, our marriage was registered before I knew you were gone,” explained Randy again.

“Good, so if we divorce there is an official letter.”

“Amara, I will not divorce you. We'll get back together, live happily with our children, later,”.

Amara whimpers again, making Randy panic again and ….

“Amara, you why nak?” ask the recently arrived Wilaga. “Loh, Randy boy why are you so close to my grandson?”

“Randy was Amara's husband,” whispered Lydia who was standing behind Wilaga.

“What? So you're Amara's husband. If I knew you were the man who wasted my grandson, I would have dragged you down the street and I had all the servants beat you up,” cried Wilaga.

“Pak, can't be,” reprimand Lydia.

“Eyang, my stomach hurts,” complained Amara.

“Eh, my grandson you are sick again Nak?” wilaga approached and rubbed Amara's forehead removing Randy's hand that touched her grandson's body.

Amara just groaned slowly even her eyes closed withstanding the pain.

“You can't just shut up, take Amara to the hospital. Just watch out, if there's anything to do with my grandson and his son,” screeches Wilaga on Randy.