If only Sadam wasn't in this room, I would have gone to the kitchen to get a drink, I started to feel dehydrated when my husband looked at me with dark eyes, as dark as the sky outside where it was raining so heavily.
"Why don't you repay what Tasya did to you," once again this man asked me and I could only lower my head while gulping the saliva that seemed to have started to dry in my throat.
"Mbak Tasya, it's not wrong because I was wrong because I have entered your life," I said knowingly. Maybe these words are a little unfair to me because there is no relationship Tasya hit me on the grounds of my marriage to Mas Sadam it's just that I prefer to think this is all my fault than having to make things worse because the tease will never be true, yes that's the suggestion I caught on the day of the general public, especially mothers.
"You know very clearly that this has nothing to do with our marriage," this man seemed to have just read my heart. "Why don't you fight back?" asked Sadam a second time.
"Because fighting back won't solve the problem, it makes me look even more wrong." I say a word that might make this man understand that fighting crime is not the right solution.
At first glance I looked up at Sadam, I saw that the man's forehead was now frowning, he must have understood what I meant just now. But why hasn't he left yet? I feel very thirsty and want to go to the kitchen to get some water. By gulping down the remaining saliva in my throat, I stared at the empty glass, for some reason I hoped that the glass had contents to treat my dry throat.
"Wait here," I immediately looked up at Sadam who just walked away.
Why did he tell me to wait in the room
this, is he mad at me and trying to lock me in this room? I saw his back begin to disappear behind the tightly closed door. I really want to disobey his order to stay in this room, but I also remember if it's not good to disobey my husband's orders I decide to lie down while hoping that the dry feeling in my throat will quickly disappear when I enter dreamland, I close my eyes tightly and then suggesting myself to imagine if I had drunk two glasses of mineral water.
"Drink," I heard Sadam's voice slip inside
my imagination, but I'm not imagining the man, maybe because I still remember his voice until I unconsciously heard it.
"Aren't you thirsty, drink," I began to open my eyes when I heard Sadam's voice for the second time.
Yes, it turns out that this is true Sadam. I immediately jerked my body to get up from the sleeping position, but I immediately groaned in pain when my head felt throbbing pain in the part that hit the edge of the table this morning. Unexpectedly, Sadam immediately helped me sit up, and this man even helped me drink a glass of water. I don't know what this guy is thinking right now, is he starting to feel sorry for me? Or maybe he's starting to think of me as his wife, which doesn't seem possible, and I don't want to get my hopes up. After I lay back down on the bed, Sadam went straight out of the door of this room, but he didn't turn off the sacred lights, maybe because he knew I was afraid of the dark.
Ina has been seen decorating Bumantara, the color gradation
looks beautiful and also spoils the eyes, the dew in the morning is still visible even though it is starting to fade, the rest of the rain is still visible from the water droplets in the form of dew sticking to the dense leaves in the Erlanga family's yard. I start
got up from the sleeping position slowly, then went into the bathroom after first cleaning this room.
I stepped out of the room, but my steps stopped when I passed Mama Elsa. "Sifana, where are you going?" the middle-aged woman asked me.
"Sifana, I always make breakfast in the morning," I said with a
comment on a sweet smile.
"You're still sick, and the doctor also said yesterday that you should rest for the next few days," Mama Elsa said while stroking my hair gently with her fingers.
"Ma, Sifana it's okay, after all this has also become a duty, Sifana is in this house," I continued holding my hands
Mama Elsa. I also gave a look full of reassurance that everything would be fine.
"Honey, you are not a servant in this house, you must remember that," he said to me. "You are the second wife of Sadam, beloved daughter-in-law, Mama." This middle-aged woman spoke with one hand gently caressing my face as if I were her own biological child.
At first glance I saw the shadow of Tasya descending from the stairs of this house, but the woman was not alone because there was Sadam beside her. My heart beats faster when our eyes meet, somehow I feel warm in my heart when I remember Sadam's concern
to me last night, may I consider it a concern because he is my husband even though the man does not want to acknowledge me as his second wife.
Tasya and Sadam stepped closer to Mama, I immediately bowed my head not daring to look at Tasya or Sadam, earlier I did look at Sadam but only lasted one second, and then I decided to look at it.
I didn't think that if Mama Elsa told Tasya to make breakfast, I glanced at Tasya's fingernails, which seemed to have just been treated at the salon because they looked new and so good, they must be expensive, I thought. Tasya didn't answer right away, and I started to get curious, so I looked up for a second and I could clearly see that Tasya was staring at Sadam. It was possible that Tasya begged Sadam for the man to help her escape the kitchen problems.
"Sadam, haven't you ever tasted food since you got married, Tasya, shouldn't you be a wife once in a while?"
It makes food for her husband, even if only once," I heard Mama Elsa as if convincing Sadam to follow her orders.
"Honey, it's true what Mama said. I also want to taste your cooking," I immediately rolled my eyes with my head still bowed, it's impossible for Sadam to follow Mama Elsa's orders. What's going on? I don't know, I don't know for sure.
'Because the tease will always be wrong. Isn't it like that, Sadam?'