I took a piece of hospital payment note that fell just like that. I opened a clear fold of paper inscribed with Yasmin's name located at the end of the note complete with her signature.
In the note are only written details of the cost of treatment, without the name of the patient or the disease suffered, and at the end of the note written Yasmin's name as repayment of the fee.
'Why not the name Bagas?' Does this note not belong to Bagas? If not why is this note in Bagas' shirt pocket?
I kept thinking, but I tried to think as positively as possible. I don't want any misunderstandings like yesterday.
I believe Bagas will never lie to me. Because all I know is that Bagas loves me very much.
I immediately resumed my washing activities this morning, then continued cleaning the house and cooking. This homework has drained all my energy.
The night had approached, Bagas who had been home since the afternoon chose to spend his time sleeping soundly in the room. It seemed like the sweet-faced man was exhausted with his day's work going around the forest in very hot weather today.
Time has been at eight o'clock at night. I just got on the bed. I saw the man beside me still with his regular breath, it seemed like Mas Bagas was sleeping very soundly.
I gently rubbed his burly jaw that began to be overgrown with fine feathers, it felt like I missed the caress of the man who was now asleep. Since Bagas returned from Purwodadi not even once did the man give me an inner living. Bagas and I should have had a wonderful night as new bullies.
"Arhg," Bagas groaned softly. The man may be bothered by my actions.
I still kept teasing him, playing with the fine fur that grew around his chest. Watching him continue to squirm made me even more eager to play it.
"What the hell, honey?" said Bagas sounding lazy. The man opened his eyes slowly and I was lying next to him.
"Are you tired?" I asked spoiled.
"Hem," the man tried to resuscitate himself from the drowsiness that continued to strike.
"What do you want?" asked the man who was now pulling my body in his arms.
I kept quietly unmoved, it felt too taboo if I had to reveal it first.
"You miss it?" he said, gently rubbing every end of my hair.
I remained silent, letting Bagas digest the code I had given myself. A minute, two minutes, five minutes, the atmosphere was even quieter. Only the sound of Bagas' breathing returned regularly.
I raised my face staring at Bagas who had fallen asleep again. Makes me feel upset with that guy. Doesn't he miss me?
If only I was angry, it would feel so strange. Just because of the bed I had to fight with my husband.
I pulled my body rough from Bagas' arms. Then lay my body on it. However, there was still not the slightest response from the man. Is the job very hard. Until he falls asleep very well?
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I was still standing in front of the bedroom mirror. I saw my white face. Twisting my body wearing a work uniform many times. Am I unattractive? I think I'm still beautiful?
"Honey, what are you doing?" asked Bagas, who had just come out of the bathroom. It surprised me and sat back in the front seat of the dresser.
"Em, no dear, I'm just trying on a new uniform," I replied shyly.
"Oh...," said the sturdy man who was opening the wardrobe.
Seeing the reflection of the pile of clothes in the closet from my makeup glass, I again remembered the note that read Yasmin yesterday. Immediately I took the note from inside the dresser drawer that I deliberately stored yesterday.
"Honey, I found this in your shirt pocket," I asked Bagas as he handed me a note.
The man grabbed the note in my hand. Bagas was seen looking at the rows of letters neatly lined up in it.
The man took a deep breath, the ease of exhaling it gently. As if you were thinking hard.
"Em, this is mom's hospital payment note yesterday," said Bagas who now dropped his gaze on me.
"But why is Yasmin's name written here? Not your name? Who is Yasmin?" I bombarded Bagas with all the questions that had filled my mind while continuing to point to Yasmin's name which was at the corner of the note.
"Honey, Yasmin is the woman who lives with my mother. She took care of his mother in Purwodadi. You know for yourself, now my mother is sickly. What if suddenly the mother's heart disease recurs? While I can't always be with him," Bagas said looking sad. The man grabbed both of my shoulders and looked at me.
I took a deep breath, it felt like my chest was a little sassy. Considering my relationship with my mother-in-law who is not so good.
"Honey, how about tomorrow we play at mom's place? Haven't I been to Purwodadi for a long time? Even at our wedding, your mother can't come," I told Bagas, looking nervous.
"We'll think about it again, baby. I want to get ready to go to work," Bagas said flatly. The man left me after grabbing his work shirt from inside the closet.
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"Mrs. Neti, what's wrong with your neck?" said Mrs. Tari to the young woman in front of him who continued to hold the plaster attached to her neck and blushed shyly.
"If you play like Mrs. Reza leave no mark," said Bu Tari to me who had just entered the teacher staff room.
But this time, Mrs. Tari's words didn't make me happy. All there is to make my mind feel pain. Remember Bagas only touched me once on the first night of our wedding.
"Mrs. Reza don't daydream?" said Bu Tari who moved her hand in front of my face.
"Em, what's wrong?", I asked.
"Oh my god Mrs. Reza is still a newlywed already like the mothers of many children only," said Mrs. Tari with a smile leaving me in the staff room. It seemed like the woman with the fat body was on a schedule this morning so make her look rushed.
"Don't worry about it! It's like you don't know Mrs. Tari. Lonely widow," said Mrs. Neti, smiling at me and passing by.
This morning I missed Bagas. Never once did I call the man first. He's always the one who contacts me first. Ask me how I'm doing, or something other unimportant. For me to be unyielding to lower my pride in front of men, even if it is my husband.
However, today I would love to contact that man. I forced myself to lower my ego. Immediately I got the phone out of the bag. Then press the green button on the contact that says my husband on my phone.
Answer the operator on the phone that I have attached to the ear. Many times I tried but Bagas' number I couldn't call at all.
Noon is approaching. I got my phone back out of my shirt pocket. I rubbed gently on the phone screen. However, none of Bagas' calls contacted me.
My curiosity is growing. I called Bagas again, hoping this time the man would answer my phone.
Back the voice of the female operator who answered my call. Makes me cluck in annoyance.
"Mrs. Reza, Mrs. Reza, there is important news," said the man who dropped his body roughly sitting next to me.
"Mr. Aris, what's wrong?" I asked the man who was still regulating his up and down breathing.
The man paused for a moment, his eyes looking at the entire room of the teacher staff that was still quiet. Only you Mr. Nardi is busy with his laptop in the corner of the room.
"What's wrong, sir?" I asked curiously.
Stttt,
Mr. Aris placed his index finger near his lips. Then his face was slightly towards me who was sitting next to him.
"Mrs. Reza, but don't be angry! I saw my husband walk into the hotel with a woman," whispered the man for a moment making my vision feel blurry with my heart pounding.
CONTINUED...