Two Wives
Part 4's

After a journey full of Christian's scuffles, we reached a nearby hospital.

Right now, Christian and I are still waiting for Sohena to be examined. Sohena had fainted, while on the trip earlier.

In a sweat-soaked shirt, I sat right in front of the room Sohena checked.

Christian doesn't know where, he just said he'd tell mom and dad. So ... he started accepting Sohena? They haven't been married for a month.

Oh yeah, I haven't told you my age. I, Aurora Josephine Langford. I'm twenty-six years old. Christian is two years older than me.

However, even though I was twenty-six years old, people still said my face was youthful. Or, baby face. There are-there are them.

Mama said, I'm a crossbreeder. My father, he's from Australia. Yeah, that's all I know about my dad.

My mom didn't tell me in detail. Since I was a child I have never seen my father.

But I was told by my mother to keep the Langford surname a secret. I asked my mom why I had to keep it a secret. But my mom just said, I'll know, someday. I don't know when that was.

Christian and his family only know my name as Aurora Josephine.

***

I was sitting alone waiting for Sohena, suddenly startled by the pull on my hair.

"Basic, no becus!"

Yes, she is my mother-in-law.

"Arghh, off Mom! pain ...," I said, enduring the pain. Imagine, I kneel at his feet. It hurt so much ....

"Shut up! It's appropriate for someone as incompetent as you. Say your name, I don't want to!" snapped mother-in-law.

"But I didn't do anything to hurt Sohena ma'am .. she slipped herself .... " I'm trying to defend.

"Shut up! Dare you answer me, huh?! It's still your fault!" My head is getting dizzy, tossed around.

People passed by, just staring concernedly, without helping me.

I caught Christian's new silhouette coming up. I called him, he would help me.

"Chris ...," said I. He looked startled at first, before turning his eyes the other way. What the fuck?

"You, see? Christian, just don't want to help you!" said mother-in-law victory.

Nah! He must have helped me!

"Take your filthy hands off my hair, Mother!" Bravely, I yelled at Christian's mother, and took her hand off my hair.

Plaque!

"How dare you yell at my mother!"

a tear is flowing from my eyes. Christian slapped me? N-no, I-I'm not wrong! He knows it ....

"C-Chris .. Did you slap me? y-you know, I-I'm not wrong? Y-you're just a k-reflex, right?" I tried to smile even though the corner of my lips broke and my head was dizzy.

The physical pain I felt, not as painful, the pain in my heart. N-no, she must be just a reflex.

Christian only looks petrified while pulling his hands stiff. He just fell silent.

Is there an apology that comes from his lips?

Slowly my eyes blurred. The last thing I saw, Christian was beaten up by a man, his face was not very clear. One thing is for sure, I heard ...

How dare you slap a woman! Where's your fucking conscience!

And everything is dark.

***

"Mother ... Mother Lola ...." In the middle of me enjoying this comfort, suddenly a cute little girl called out to me. Yes, God .. he looks a lot like Christian.

As soon as I got down on my knees, equating my height with this little girl.

"Whose name are you, honey?" my question, while stroking the cheek of the feather.

"Lahasia hihi," she replied, smiling sweetly.

"Kok secret, hmm?" ask again. I want to eat that cheek.

This little girl did not reply, she simply put her two tiny hands on my cheeks, and rounded her eyes. Like, amazed maybe?

"Mother Lola is beautiful ...," she murmured

Why do I feel like crying? Maybe because someone called me mom? I don't know .. I'm just comfortable with this feeling.

"You're beautiful too. Your parents, where's my dear?" my question, while looking for the whereabouts of his parents.

I see, this girl just lowered her head, shaking her head. She why?

"We play, yuk?" take me, trying to melt the atmosphere. It seems he doesn't want to talk about it.

"No, Mommy .. I'm a smooth pelgi." He refused my invitation. Gone off? Where will he go, in this vast garden. I'm not willing.

"P-go where?" my question, while scrunching my forehead.

Cup

"I love Mother Lola." He kissed my cheek, and let go of my hand that was clutched on his shoulder. He immediately ran away leaving me.

"Dada, Mother of Lolaa ..." His voice began to drift away.

"No, no, heii ... The boy? Where are you? The darling? Don't stay in Mother ...." I screamed his name, going around the park.

Why do I feel, not willing to leave me?

"Mom, Mom. Get up Mom."

I opened my eyes immediately. Staring around me. It was just a dream .. I was trying to sit down. But my head is so dizzy.

"Udah ma'am, don't be forced. I slept first," the nurse suggested.

"What time is this?" my question, after lying down.

"Am and a half in the morning, ma'am."

Whahuh? Half an hour in the morning?

"Well, didn't you come, sus?" I asked again. Because here I'm alone.

"There's a ma'am, there was a handsome mas-mas. Her husband's mother, huh?" said this young sister flirtatiously. Mas-mas handsome? Wh who? Christian then?

"Definitely brown hair, huh?" ask again. Because, Christian's hair is brown.

"No ma'am, her hair is solid black. Very handsome deh bu, masnya," the sister explained with dust.

Black hair? Who if not Christian? As far as I know, I don't have a boyfriend. Because Christian is very possessive. Yes, maybe it was ...

"Other than that, mas-mas .. is there anything else?" I asked again.

"No, Ma. Yasudah, if you need anything else, I just push the button that is attached right above Mom. Excuse me," explained the sister, then she passed away.

Let me lie down, in a cold place and the smell of medicine. In this cage. By ourselves. What a shame, if you are sick unaccompanied, anyone. Even your own husband.

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