Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 5 - Flashback

Practice holding his breath, then he tries to calm himself down.

"Whatever Mas Indra sends and says, I will accept it." Muttered Ratih with a trembling hand pressing his thumb on the gadget screen.

Ratih's heart skipped a beat, a feeling of weakness like suddenly attacking him.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..."

He opened the message his eyes immediately hot and watery. The message contained a series of insults from her husband Indra, even the word talak written several times there.

Train to take a breath and exhale it trying to expel the tightness in the chest. It seems she was indeed too hopeful for her husband's gentle demeanor even though it was very clear on whom she was taking sides with and had clearly said she had a honey candidate for her.

Train to convince yourself again, do not want any regrets, this is indeed his decision. It is better to leave than to live in that hellish house with such unfair treatment between the ghosts and the children. In addition, Indra is no longer in love with him. The love was given to other women who were more beautiful and rich.

In this way, Ratih at least realized, that all his sacrifices and devotion were never considered. It is seen as babu.

["You're not saying goodbye, what kind of wife are you? Durhaka! Make me ashamed. No responsibility. Ninggalin stacked housework. You stay here for free. Eating here is also free. Still don't know thank you. Shame on mom, same big family. You're playing hazy gini. I was angry. Quickly back."]

["You still don't want to go back too? Yes already. If that's what you want. I don't want to accept you anymore. I've also made the decision to change you."]

["Because you walked out on your own with Altaf, don't expect a living from me for the two of you. Just wait for the call from the religious court. Because I'm gonna register the divorce papers tomorrow as soon as the leave is over."]

That is the message from Indra. Sick? Of course, perih? Evidently. Even so, it was okay to feel it now, at least he did not need to increase the length of his heartache by staying in that house. Who no one appreciates and considers human.

Train only to read messages from the senses without replying. Make what? It's a waste of energy and quota. Ratih then saw another message from a man named Foanoita Zai.

An editor who once offered him to write on one of the online platforms, because he was interested in the writing he uploaded on the blue application a few months ago.

Flash back bit:

Trained when it was in a very difficult and depressed condition, he might go crazy if he did not spill everything he felt at that time. I decided to use an anonymous account.

With the aim to write a story in the blue app. About his life, which was so sad. However, with the overwhelming response he got. A few days later, someone sent a message via messenger. He introduced himself as an editor on one of the online platforms.

["Sorry, but I don't have a quota to download. Honestly, it's all just my curses."] Reply Ratih reveals the truth, as he only uses free mode.

["No papa. Love me your number, we communicate through it."]

After weighing, finally Ratih gave his phone number. Because he doesn't have the quota to open the sink. Since living with the in-laws, Indra had completely cut his allotment money. Unexpectedly, the excellent editor actually bought him Quota. Although not much but enough to just reply to a message of wasp.

["What? Want to publish my story?"]

["Yes, if you give me permission."] Reply from Foa editor.

["Your story is good, I'm sure there will be a lot of fans. It can also be a field for you to make money."]

["But I don't care. I don't have the app either."] Reply Ratih was honest about his circumstances, without any intention.

["Please, everyone let me handle it. I just need your permission and trust."]

Ratih continued to weigh in, of course he was afraid if it was a scam. What else he asked for KTP and so forth. Plus he's also just known from the blue app.

["I'm confused, if I have to give you my identification card. I'm sorry, I'm poor and I don't have money, I'm afraid that.."] Ratih deliberately did not continue the contents of his message. Fear of offending, even though he believes the recipient of the message knows what it means.

["I won't use it for online loans.

I just wanted to help. If you don't believe in identity issues, papa. Give me permission to publish your writing. I'll arrange the rest."]

A message from Foa made Ratih finally agree. And Ratih several times asked to send a story script to Editor Foa.

Once, due to economic pressure, Ratih asked for his resignation. He really did not have the money to buy Altaf milk, so Ratih intended to sell his cellphone.

["Mbak Foa, sorry before, this might be the last time I send you a script."]

["Why?"]

["Altaf's husband is gone, and I have no money. So, I'm planning to sell only hp."]

Somewhat long Ratih did not receive a reply. He did not bother, after all the goal was only to pay fakum for a while, until he could buy a new cellphone again, which I don't know when.

["No need to sell hp, it makes you write, do not break up. I'm sending Altaf milk how?"]

["What's the milk brand?"] One more message was sent by Foa.

Ratih felt bad, too much Foa helped him. He was silent for quite a while. Confused what to do if it is like this. Intentions just want to leave instead Foa intends to send milk.

["Don't sell Ratih's phone. Do not let you regret. Don't break up writing. I sent random ya."]

Finally, Ratih assented as well, after being urged repeatedly by his editor. Until a day later the milk package for Altaf arrived. Train jerks because it's the most expensive type of milk on the market. Unlike the usual milk Altaf consumption.

["If you need anything, tell me as much as I can. Don't hesitate. And then again, can you start believing in me? I need your identity for further action against your script."]

A message from the Foa editor makes Ratih gamang. He was very scared and worried. What if the person who claims to be the editor uses his identity for a bad thing?

Seriate....