C13 Discovered, Rama's Anger

13. Discovered, Rama's Anger

Three days later, Rifki was busier at the office with his work. During that time he did not meet his wife, Mesya. Only home and office activities. Rifki intended to divide his time between his two wives, each of whom gets three days. But, on Sundays he was free to go wherever he wanted. Although he usually spent time at Amalia's house with his two children.

There was a deep longing in his heart, imagining Mesya's smile and her shy movements when she was with him.

In the afternoon, Rifki intended to visit Mesya at the hospital, as well as visit her sister, who until then had not had the chance to meet her. He was curious about the face of his wife's sister. Rifki wanted to be honest, even though it might not be easy. Who was willing, their only sister to marry a married man.

Mesya was walking at the end of the corridor, when from the door of her sister's room, a man just came out and turned away because of the position with his back to her. Mesya could not see his face clearly, only the man looked neat in a suit and shiny shoes he was wearing. 'Who's he?' Mesya then shook her head to dispel the astonished thoughts in her brain.

Mesya immediately entered the room and found her sister who was trying to wipe away the remnants of her tears. "Sister, why are you crying?" Mesya asked surprised to see her puffy face. It was like something was being hidden.

"Nothing, you made it up. I just woke up. I haven't been crying," Alin said, trying to hide her pain.

"Oh." Mesya answered briefly, not wanting to ask much further. Maybe her sister was sad thinking about the disease that befell her.

"Here you go, I brought fruit for you, my sister. The doctor said, this afternoon we can go home." Mesya smiled as she grabbed an apple and washed it in the sink.

The VIP room occupied by her sister was complete with a sink near the private bathroom. There was a sofa, a small refrigerator and a tv. The patient felt comfortable because it was like being in a hotel.

With the money from Rifki, Mesya was free to use it for her and her sister's needs. After all of Rifki's attention, Mesya hoped to make the man happy, even if it was only Sephia.

Attended only when needed.

With legal status but not published.

"Thank you, Mey. You've been good to me and took care of me here. Until you neglect your lectures." Alin held her sister's hand, who smiled sincerely.

"What are you talking about, Sister? That's my duty as a sister. After all, it's my duty to take care of my sister. Because you are the only sister I have in this world."

Both of them wept. Especially when they thought about their parents who have passed away, so that they were only taken care of by their uncle and aunt whose attitudes were not very good. However, they still regarded them as substitutes for their deceased parents.

Suddenly Mesya's cell phone rangs, showing a call from Rifki. "There's a call, Sis." Mesya lifted her up while walking away from the room, lest her sister knew that she had a husband. Mesya was afraid that Alin would be disappointed and made her weaker.

"I'm still on my way there. Perhaps, do you want me to bring anything for your sister?" Rifki asked from the other side. Could not wait to hear his wife's voice.

"No need to. We'll meet in the basement later. There's something I want to talk to you about," Mesya refused immediately.

"Okay, I'll wait in the parking lot."

Mesya hung up the call after saying goodbye, then immediately went back into the room and briefly said goodbye to her sister with the excuse that she wanted to pay the administration fee.

Alin nodded looking at Mesya who rushed away. There was a little worry in her chest, surely Mesya would be suspicious after meeting with the administration.

Mesya entered the elevator and dialed the number on the ground floor where the administration was located. She inquired about the payment and was surprised that all the fees had been paid in full.

'This must be Rifki's doing,' Mesya muttered as she walked away. She smiled inwardly and thanked her man.

As promised, Rifki was in his car waiting for Mesya to get off and approach him. Not long after, Mesya opened the car door and went straight in and saw her husband playing with his cellphone. Mesya's eyes were presented with a view of her husband who looked handsome in a sky blue shirt whose hands were rolled up to his elbows making him look even more handsome.

"Assalamualaikum, Dear," Rifki said politely when he saw his wife's smile expanded perfectly, decorated with reddish cheeks even though she did not use blush on.

"Waalaikumsalam, Dear," Mesya said, taking Rifki's hand and kissing it.

"You are so beautiful this afternoon," Rifki said, sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

The longing that had been bubbling for three days finally melted away after seeing Mesya with her simple appearance. Only used navi jeans and a t-shirt inside and outside but making it look stunning, typical of a student.

"What a sweet mouth," she said, blushing and looked away to the front.

"Be honest from the bottom of my heart, just open it if you don't believe it," Rifki said, patting his left chest made both of them laugh.

"Stop playing around."

"You still don't believe it. Here, I'll open it now." Rifki smiled mischievously as he looked at Mesya who was still shy.

"Don't you feel ashamed? We are in the parking lot, right now." Mesya glanced ahead with pursed lips.

"But will you?" Rifki blinked while bringing his face closer. He could not stand it when he saw his wife's thin but sensual lips. New things that were now always coveted by his heart and mind. Rifki began to bring his lips closer and immediately received a welcome from Mesya.

She was the same, and after some time continued to miss the warmth of her husband. It was natural, because she had just tasted the sweet sensation she got from a halal relationship.

Mesya did not want to be hypocritical. When she was with Rama, he had kissed and touched her chest several times, but never more than that. Mesya did not want to deny it, because their courtship style was prone to adultery. So when close to her, Rama did not hesitate to kiss and hug her even in another sense. Just to give support to Mesya, who was still considered his girlfriend.

Almost a few minutes of the kiss happened, until Rifki who could not stand to feel his body temperature rise. His hands began to naughty, feeling his wife's medium-sized chest until the woman unconsciously let out a sigh with her eyes closed, while feeling a sensation that again and again made her feel like she was flying.

Not far from there, Rama, who accidentally saw the two of them in the parking light, immediately clenched his fists. Rama did not expect to witness his own girlfriend's affair with a man who was more worthy of being his father, even though Rifki still looks young because of his handsome face.

With his chest burning with hatred filled with anger, Rama intended to give lessons on both "You are a cheap woman! I knew your relationship wasn't like a boss and a subordinate." Rama was increasingly overcome by anger, especially when he remembers Mesya's wet hair and the red marks on her girlfriend's neck at that time.

Now he knew the real reason.

Rama almost came to the two of them, if he did not remember how much he loved Mesya for these seven months, even though she was the only woman who was always loyal to him when he was down by the problems that befell him. And of course only Mesya, who had always been a runaway, managed to strengthen him to stay strong and tried to be strong. But then, it was as if the scene in front of him had managed to make him fall again and crumble, shattered.

Rama did not expect that a woman he thought was innocent would dare to commit obscene acts, even in a public place where the parking lot was at the bottom of the building with high floors and above.

Rama turned to leave, and drove his motorbike again with a loud noise hoping that Mesya and Rifki would stop their action.

But apparently not, both of them were so immersed in their respective pleasures that they did not realize the departure of Rama who was rolling in tears. Rama continued to drive his CBR motor fast with his hands clenched into a fist on the motorcycle handlebar.

In fact, he wanted to visit Mesya's sister, who said she would come home from the hospital this afternoon. But instead he had to see the reality that broke his heart. His eyes that suddenly heated up, rolled under his helmet, made his heart hurt even more and at the same time felt incredibly disappointed.

So far to drive, Rama arrived at a large field. Without bothering, Rama parked his motorbike and then he threw himself on the grass and shouted at the sky with his chest up and down. The heat of the sun was as hot as his heart right now.

"Damn you two!!! I hate you, Mesya! Hate you so much!!! How could you do that to me….!!!"

Rama banged his hands on the grass while roaring loudly. Could not hold it all anymore. Fortunately, the atmosphere of the field at midday was quiet and there were no people passing by. Might be because the sun was shining very hot that afternoon.

From a distance, Nadia, who had just come home from school, was still sitting near the car door, watching from a distance the state of the man who was crying. Not without reason Nadia was there. Instead, she was waiting for his driver, Mr. Ujang, to buy drinks and food across the street, because she was going to continue her lesson.

"What a strange man," she mumbled as she rolled up the windshield when she saw the driver open the front door.