I walked into the courtyard of the hotel filled with greenery. Along the path lined with decorative lights with large round light bulbs. My body trembled even more as I got closer to the lobby of the Hotel. My heart seemed to race faster, many times I wiped the sweat that soaked my forehead with one hand.
'Well, that's right it's Bagas's bike.' I saw the bike in the hotel parking lot.
Now I've entered the loby hotel. Greeted by a beautiful receptionist who smiled kindly at me.
"Good morning, welcome to our hotel. Is there anything we can help you?" She said with a friendly smile.
I took a deep breath, gathering strength to ask Bagas's whereabouts to the woman standing at the reception.
"Em, can you please tell me where the room rented by the man who wore the clothes just now? About two hours ago he came in here," I said in a trembling voice.
Plak …
"Reza?" Bagas shouted looking at me in surprise.
"What's the matter?" The woman was annoyed, one hand kept gently rubbing her cheeks in my slap marks. It must be that the cheeks feel hot at this time.
"Enough Bagas! Finally found out also your mischievous behavior," I said to Bagas who grabbed my wrist that was about to grab the hair of the woman who was with Bagas.
"It's Reza, enough! What's wrong with you. Shame Reza, shame!" said Bagas pulling me down the steps. While the bitch kept staring at me furiously on the steps.
"Shame you said? What should be ashamed of is you, Bagas is not me!" I retorted with explosive emotion. I brushed bagas' hand that was about to grab my body towards the woman.
"Sorry sir, this is my fault," Bagas said, removing his hand from my body. His face looked panicked and frightened.
But there I was even more confused. Actually who is this man and why he hugged the woman who put on a sour face on me.
"Let it go, baby, let's leave them," the woman replied coldly staring at me. Then walked down the stairs.
Plak …
"Now we break even," the woman said, dropping her slap right on my hot cheek.
"Bagas, we'll talk later in the office," said the sturdy man with a furious face to Bagas. Then they passed away leaving us as well as the security guard who was standing again in front of the entrance.
Everyone who witnessed my attack dispersed.
Bagas still lowered his head. I've never seen that man so sad.
"Security guard, security guard!" the woman shouted to the security guard who was in the front room of the hotel entrance. It seems that the woman is afraid if I attack her back.
"Hey, bitch down you! Face me if you dare!" I shouted. It turned out that this tightness felt betrayed. If there was no law in this country, I would have killed that woman.
"Reza stop!" snapped Bagas with his hands around my waist holding my body that kept struggling to attack the woman again.
"Come here to you, bitch! I will kill you!" I kept denouncing no matter what Bagas told me. While the woman standing on the steps was just silent looking at me with a sour face.
The anger that filled my chest made my energy stronger until Bagas and the security guard were barely able to hold me back.
"Bagas," I said softly as I grabbed his wrist.
"Satisfied you?" he replied harshly by looking at me intently. The man brushed my hand and left me without taking me home with him.
'I still don't understand what really happened. Who is the woman really, whether she is Bagas's lover as I thought, or precisely the mistress of the newly arrived man. If the woman is the man's mistress, then I am the wrong person. I still gently rubbed my sore cheeks. My eyes looked at Bagas' back that left me alone in the lobby of the hotel.
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"Yes, sir, the fare," I said to the taxi driver who had delivered me.
"Thank you!" he said happily and turned on the bike again and then left.
I'm still in my house this morning. There is a Bagas motorcycle parked on the terrace of the house. It seems that the man did not return to his workplace after the incident just now. Instead of choosing to go home.
I let my feet enter my yard. My heart kept beating. There is guilt to Bagas. I was afraid that the man would be angry with me. It seems that my jealousy has blinded the mess. In my eight years of dating, I was never jealous of Bagas. But this time everything changed.
"Bagas!" I called to Bagas, who was sitting on the television couch. His face looked chaotic with makya focusing on the illuminated television screen.
"I'm sorry! But is it true that she is not your lover?" he asked surely. I was still faithfully sitting next to Bagas staring at the man who kept locking his mouth and staring at me fiercely.
"Bagas, answer!" I shook Bagas' hardened shoulders. It seemed that the man was tempering his anger.
"What answer is Reza? You are satisfied to ruin everything. Because of you I have to be suspended for one week and because of you my promotion is also delayed. All my dreams are falling apart' and you still dare to ask who that woman is?" slur Bagas in a high voice made my chest rumble in fear. Only this time Bagas was that direct to me.
"Bagas, which woman is not jealous if her husband is in the hotel with another woman. If it's not his cheating then who? Don't worry, Bagas, I can still meet your needs without you having to be lifted up so anything," I said arrogantly looking at Bagas with a look full of anger.
"It's useless to talk to people like you!" snapped Bagas from his seat.
"I'm not selfish, Bagas! You just don't understand me," I said not to be outdone.
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