I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
How Much Am I worth?

[I'm waiting at your hospital rooftop. Now.]

Dhea stared at the screen of her phone. The banner sends a message. Dhea had no intention of retaliating. His life is increasingly messy because it continues to delay ending his relationship with Panji.

[It's Rena's problem.]

Panji still has not given up and continues to terrorize Dhea with his messages.

[Let's end up here, Panji. Being with you again, I thought it was a joy. It was just an unfinished love of the past. I was blinded by the love of my youth. And it's wrong.]

[This is the last one, Rena's problem, our video problem.]

[Solve your own household problems. I really won't involve myself in your lives anymore. Our video? Leave it! I'm ready to endure it.]

Dhea dropped her head on the table. Yes, he is ready to accept any recompense for his mistakes. Too many surprises have happened to him lately. So Dhea was prepared for all possibilities.

[I'll divorce her.]

I don't know what Panji thinks. A good person who always keeps everyone's feelings suddenly becomes selfish. Ah no. No good man plays with fire. Dhea changed the Panji.

[We're over.] insisted Dhea.

[Then, this will really be the last. Just this once.]

Good. Just this once. Dhea got up straight from her seat. He took a quick step towards the rooftop. In fact, he no longer has the energy to prolong his problems.

Dhea opened the door connecting the elevator hallway and the rooftop open. Suddenly a slow applause greeted him. Damnit damnit!

"Wow .... is sulking or really wants to end it all?" The expertly weaved female voice greeted Dhea. His applause continued as he walked closer to Dhea.

Dhea's steps stopped. He doesn't want to get any closer. Rena was in front of him with the Panji phone in her hand. The pennant? He was helpless behind his wife.

"Why silence? You don't want to say anything?" ask Rena cynically.

"I have to get back to work." Dhea turned around, hoping to leave soon. However, Rena's nimble hand grabbed her shoulder and forced Dhea to turn back around.

"You don't want to apologize? HUH UH?" snapped Rena.

"I did that that night. I'm sorry .... "

'Plak'

One slap landed on Dhea's cheek. It was so tight that it made his face turn. Dhea held onto her cheek that felt the heat go out.

"Not knowing yourself. Low-down!" Rena is back. "Your life is in my hands. How about I spread a video of your affair?"

Rena's rampage is becoming more and more. His anger is growing. He drained a sense of spite and centered on his palm.

The slap happened repeatedly. Until Panji hugged Rena from behind, in order to stop the wife. "Enough, Rena," said Panji slowly.

”Basic women itchy,” snapped later.

Dhea was surprised, not ready. Rena was still addressing him and slapping him as if Dhea was an untouchable criminal. Though he had already received an adventurous slap times. Panji, too, has returned to Rena. The banner is hugging him now. Dhea didn't take her man away.

Even so, Dhea was still grateful. At least no one was in the hospital rooftop at the time. It would be a shame if any person or co-worker saw him being treated that way.

Dhea was already careless. He no longer wanted to be dragged deeper. Can't if it all widens and many people become aware of his depraved behavior. Should Dhea give up? But how? Sorry Dhea just can't melt Rena's heart?

"How should I do that you forgive me?" dhea's voice was slow, but it sounded very strong.

"Deliver, Mas." Rena freed herself from Panji's embrace. "How about you bow down now. Please me" he told Dhea.

Without thinking for a long time, Dhea immediately rejected him. "I will not bow down to any human being. As good as he is."

"It's high your pride. Right, it turns out that poor people only have self-esteem." Rena smiles cynically, humbling. "Then give me your womb!"

Dhea jerks. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Whahuh? A uterus? What nonsense has Rena been talking about?

"What?"

"Baby tube, we'll do it. Lend your womb to our baby-to-be." Rena is not pleading. It sounds more like he is demanding. She is suing for compensation for the pain because Dhea has been flirting with her husband lately.

"Why not? She loves you so much, she's sure to be pregnant with your child. Ahh I mean, our son."

"I'm not gonna do it. You can find another volunteer," said Dhea did not accept. How could she conceive Rena and Panji's child? It was punishment, torture, as well as humiliation for him.

"Not an ordinary volunteer. I can pay you dearly," Rena bargained.

"Find someone else. Women who are married and have ever been pregnant. That's better. I don't need that money."

"Ahh you're not married. I forgot." Rena continued to answer the words of what Dhea said. "You're a virgin?" asked Rena who made Dhea widen her eyes. "Then you can spend one night with Panji, my husband." Failing to offer money, Rena turned to offer her husband. It was as if he was selling a banner.

"Rena!" snapped Panji.

"Why? you might want it too. One great night with this cheap lady."

Dhea walked up to Rena without batting an eye. That sharp look he hoped could stab the heart of the woman before him. As the words of Rena who has been skinning it since.

"Look, Mas. He approached. Maybe he wants it too! Wants you!" Rena smiled bitterly.

Dhea is getting closer to Rena. He then seized the cellphone that was in the woman's grasp. Panji's phone that Rena has used to send messages to Dhea.

"Heh please. Your video wasn't there. It belongs to Panji, " Rena said.

However, Dhea did not seem to listen to him. He doesn't care. He wasn't looking for the video that Rena recorded. Dhea was looking for something else.

Dhea suddenly put the phone screen next to her ear. It took a few seconds for a phone call to be picked up

"Hello, Auntie .... " Dhea called Mia, Panji's mom.

"Who is this?"

"A woman who is not clear who her mother is. The woman whose father died in an accident. A woman who only owes her parents debts. Poor woman, do not know herself that even selling her body alone will not be able to finance her life let alone pay off her parents' debts .... " Dhea took a deep breath. His eyes shed tears that could no longer be held back. Years of resistance that he never let out, now he is working on.

"Who are you?" mia was confused on the other end of the phone. "Why can I use my child's number?"

"The lowly woman that Aunt suggested to be****** in the past. Aunt forgot? I still remember what Aunt said first. Every breath is extremely painful for women in their early twenties. How could aunty forget about that woman?" Dhea half-dead held back her cries. Even though his neck felt very tight at this time.

"Who are you? Want what?"

"******* this is being bid to contain the seeds of Panji and his wife. Aunty wants to have a grandchild out of a lowly woman's womb? How much can Auntie offer me?"

The Dhea sentence stopped. The banner had already fallen, kneeling before him. Panji begged Dhea to stop those hurtful words. These years of words stuck right in the deepest heart of Dhea. Even in Panji's heart, the one who only listens to him.

"Stop, please!" The banner bowed with its cry before Dhea. While Rena, she was still fixated on trying to digest what she had just heard.

Dhea dropped the phone in front of Panji. "Take and stand up. I never hated you for the words of your mother. I never hated you even when you went back to your wife. I will not hate you .... This lowly woman .. can't hate a man who can offer money for her." Dhea stopped her words occasionally. It needs more oxygen to talk. His throat was still tight, painful.

No one stood up for him, supported him, gave him strength. It stands alone. Living alone. Fighting themselves. Looking for her own happiness!

Dhea stepped past the Panji. He headed to the side of Rena who was still sculpting. Rena did not react, nor did she look.

Dhea dropped her body. It was as if he was imitating what Panji was doing. He knelt at Rena's feet. Dhea might not be able to bow down, but she would kneel down.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you, to your little family. Right I want your husband .... " Dhea seemed unable to continue her sentence. "But it was a mistake. My fault for failing to control myself."

"Dhea stop!" Panji shouted without changing his position in an instant.

"I won't demand you apologize to me because you took the man I've been with for seven years to have. I'm just begging you to forgive me, set me free, and don't disturb my life anymore." Dhea continued her sentence. He ignored the banner.

Rena just shifted her position. He faced Dhea and retreated his steps. Rena still has not spoken.

"When you can do that for me. I'll make sure I disappear from your lives as if I were dead" Dhea said.

Dhea doesn't want to wait any longer. He also did not want to expect Rena to say anything. Dhea stood up and tried to walk away from the couple.

His limped and difficult steps reminded him of the past. The time where it left the banner. The time where he was driven away by Mia's vile speech. The time in which he lived alone, standing on his own feet. Dhea was only sure, if in the past he could get through it, maybe today as well.

SERIATE.....