I'M MAKING YOU SORRY
CHAPTERS 10. CHILDHOOD FRIEND

"Hold my waist tight! Because as soon as the green light comes on, I'm going to gas it" Fathir said.

"Don't speed! You promised me you wouldn't speed!" said Mila.

"I changed my mind. I think it's good, late afternoon hugged by a pretty girl."

"Fathirs! Watch out for anything!" Mila hit Fathir softly while laughing. Of course Mila knew, Fathir was just joking. But Mila finally held Fathir's waist, although Mila still kept her body at a distance with Fathir's back.

Flashbacks

"I think I'm familiar with your face. Where are you from?" a handsome young man sat next to Mila. Mila, who was reading a book in the library, stopped reading it for a moment.

"Who are you? In this city I know no one but Mr. Edwin's family" Mila replied.

"I'm Fathir. Where did you come from?"

"I come from a village in Central Java" Mila replied. Milapun mentioned the name of the village where he lived first.

"Seriously you're from there?"

"Yes. I lied,"

"A moment, I remember. You're Karmila, aren't you? But I don't think so. You see, my childhood friend was fat, black, alive again" Fathir laughed.

Maddened red face.

"Who are you? I love insulting people!"

"Eh ..., I just remember my childhood friend in that village. Sorry, not to insult people."

"I am Karmila. I used to be fat, black, ugly!" Mila got up from her chair and then stepped away. Fathir.

"Don't be angry dong. Excuse me. If indeed you were really the Karmila I knew first. Do you remember me?" Fathir held onto Mila's shoulder, telling Mila to sit down again.

Mila tried to remember.

"I'm Fathir Al Farizi. Your Grandpa and Grandma used to work in my parents' fields, Mr. Heri and Ms. Wiwin."

"Fathir the Ceking?"

"You always call me that" Fathir grumbled.

"So right, you're the Ceking?!" Mila.

"Hey! Don't noise! If you want to talk, please get out!" someone spoke out loudly warning them.

Fathir immediately led Mila out of the library room.

"You've been happy to cheat on me? That was before. Now my body is athletic, my face is handsome, which fascinates girls" Fathir replied with confidence.

Mila. It feels good to be mixed up with his childhood friend.

"Fathir, Fathir ...! You haven't changed! Stay as annoying as ever!"

"But ngangenin right?" fathir's eyebrows go up, teasing Mila.

"I'm sorry, no!"

"Mila, where do you live now? How did you get to be in Jakarta?"

"The story is long," Milapun then told me about his whereabouts can live in Jakarta. But Mila didn't tell me about her wedding. For her it hurts too much to tell her that being a wife is not considered by her husband

"If you were, why did you move out of the village? I was a little girl, so I don't understand why you suddenly left the village without saying goodbye to me and my friends" Mila wanted to know.

"My father suddenly moved from his office. So I haven't had time to say goodbye to you guys. Sorry yes!" Fathir cupped his hands.

"Huh, friends on disappointed, know!" mila said annoyed.

"sorry. We will go to Yuuk village sometime! Remembering childhood!" bring Fathir.

"Can! When is it!"

"By the way, what are you majoring in?" Fathir invited Mila to sit on a park bench.

"I'm a Public Relations major,"

"Oh, if I, majoring in Informatics Engineering," Fathir told without being asked.

"You have no college after this?" fathir.

"There's two hours to go to college" Mila replied.

"Yes, come with me to my house yuuk! I'm gonna be happy to see you."

"Away?"

"No, only fifteen minutes from here,."

"OK! I would like to meet Miss Wiwin. It feels really good in Jakarta to meet people who used to live in sedesa,"

Fathirpun took Mila on his bike. Fortunately Fathir always carries another helmet in his motorcycle seat. Fathir helped put the helmet on Mila. The distance between the two is very close. Fathir. Mila was also stunned. There was a strange feeling rippling in their hearts.

Flashback off

They arrived at Fathir's house. Fathir's house is very beautiful. Although not too big, but the house is organized nicely, reflecting the residents who are diligent and have a high aesthetic sense.

"Assalamualaikum ..., Ms. ..., Ms ...!" Fathir opened the front door.

"Come on, come on, Mila," Fathir asked.

"You sit here first, I'll call you, Mom," said Fathir as he continued to go inside.

Mila sat in the living room chair. The net looked throughout the living room. There are photos with a large frame. There. A picture of Father and Mother Fathir with Fathir in the middle. Fathir is an only child. Mila thinks Fathir has a sister after moving from her village.

"Eh .. there was a guest," Mother Fathir came out from inside, followed by Fathir behind her.

"Mother, remember not? It's Karmila. Mila, Pak Haris' grandson in the village first" Fathir said.

"Mister Haris and Ms Nina's grandchildren?! Oh my goodness ... it's a girl! Beautiful again! How are you, Nduk?" Bu Wiwin welcomed Mula kindly.

"Good, Mom. I'm still like I used to be, still beautiful!" praise Mila while greeting the reverent to Mother Fathir.

"Ah, it could be! I am old!" Miss Wiwin smiled shyly.

"Sit here, Nduk!" Bu Wiwin invited Mila to sit next to him on the long sofa.

"You can be in Jakarta, what's the story? Where are your grandparents?" berondong Bu Wiwin's.

"Grandmother is dead, Grandpa too" replied Mila grimly.

"Innalilahi ....! Who are you in Jakarta living with?" ask Bu Wiwin again.

Milapun tell his story. As with Fathir, Mila did not tell him about her marriage. Because later there will be many questions that Mila cannot answer. Mila did not want others to know her grief.

"That's fine Mr. Edwin. I've heard that name. Mr. Edwin is a successful entrepreneur huh Le?" Bu Wiwin asked Fathir.

"Yes, Mom."

"But right now, Grandpa is sick. His body was weak, unable to go anywhere. Probably because of the age factor. Now the company is owned by the Son and his grandson" explained Mila.

And tell a second story about the past. The time they lived in the village. During the time Grandpa and Grandma Mila worked to cultivate the rice fields of Fathir family.

Fathir was happy to see Mom and Mila looking familiar. There is no awkwardness between the two. Like two old friends who have not met.

"Fathir was when asked about the boyfriend, always evasive. I don't know, he who doesn't sell or is confused to choose a girl," said Bu Wiwin

"Not met that sreg, ma'am," replied Fathir.

"Le, get Mila to eat! I've cooked fried fish, and sambal. I want to pray first. After you have your first prayer before you go back to campus. So that it is calm if you have prayed," ordered Bu Wiwin. Bu Wiwin's family has always been as religious as Mila.

"Ready, carry it out, Madam," replied Fathir.

"Ish, you are!" Bu Wiwin glared but with a smile.

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"Where have you been?! I'm not picking up the phone?" Ronald follows Mila's steps into his room. Their rooms are now separate. So Ronald can't seem to be with Mila.

"I told you. I'm out of college!" answer Mila.

"lik! Today Arga didn't pick you up. You said you were taking her home? Who?!"

"When have you interfered in my business? I also don't interfere in your business that always comes home late at night. Sometimes they don't even go home. I'm not who you are. Is that what you said?!" said Mila sharp.

"You're my wife! I have the right to rule you! You must obey me!" Ronald clutched Mila's shoulder that was about to enter the room.

"Go! I'm sick of you! I'm just a wife on paper. In the marriage book! In reality, you're more privileged Susy, your lover!"

"She's my wife too! Do not forget! So I should pay attention to it,"

"What about me? What are you noticing? You just want to rule and rule my life! No more than that!'"Mila looked at Ronald sharply.

"Women like you don't deserve to be treated well! You've ruined my relationship with my own grandfather! Grandpa loves you more! You have also messed up my future plans with Susy, so we can only marry siri, because of your presence!" Ronald said no less fierce.

"Yes, just divorce me! Doesn't it?!" challenge Mila.

Plaque!

Ronald slapped Mila hard.

"How dare you say that! I won't let you go until I let you go myself!" wrath Ronald.

Mila grimaced with the pain in her cheek.

"You say that because you have a boyfriend? You think you're gonna do whatever you want?"

"What boyfriend? Don't.make-up!" Mila does not accept

"You're a seductive girl, aren't you? Initially Arga. Now that motorized guy,!"

"That was my childhood friend! Me and Arga are also just friends!"

"Cih, you crocodile girl! You're not satisfied with just one man, are you? Basic p*l*c*r!" ronald said while shaking Mila's head.

"Br*ngs! I'm not that kind of woman! You are outrageous, already insulting me!"

"You are indeed p*l*c*r! You hide behind your innocent face! You are now showing your true nature! Grandfather was fooled by your outward appearance! If it were me, you wouldn't be fooled!" Ronald clutched both of Mila's cheeks with one hand. Mila tried to fight back.

"Hey what's going on?" Mr. Brian who went up to the second floor who was about to enter his room, saw the commotion between Ronald and Mila.

"Regular Pa. Husband and wife argue, it's normal, right?" ronald answered as he went down to the ground floor.

"Mila, are you okay?" Mr. Brian looked at Mila with worry.

"It's okay, Pa. Mila wants to go in the room first, Pa."

"You didn't room with Ronald?" Mr. Brian was surprised that Mila would enter Mila's old camp.

"Let us introspect, Pa,"

Mr. Brian nodded.

"May the problems between you be quickly resolved. It's not good to keep the problem too long" advises Mr. Brian.

"Yes, Pa. Mila take a break, will you, Pa?"

Mr. Brian Nodded with a smile. Mr. Brian went into his room which was located a little far from Ronald and Mila's room.

Mila threw her body into the bed. Her heart was really sick of getting humiliation from Ronald. Her husband may accuse her of being a lowly woman.

Is it wrong to have friends? In Jakarta I know no one. First I became friends with Arga, the driver of Mr. Edwin. Then now I met Fathir, my childhood friend.

Why would Ronald accuse me of that? Am I guilty of not obeying him? How can I consider him a husband if he does not consider me a wife? I considered him to be a prisoner, who by my being his wife could guarantee the property that would be handed down to him.

I have to end this marriage! There is no love between us. Ronald just wanted to hurt me for this wedding. I'll have to talk slowly to Grandpa.

Drt drtt drttt

Mila's phone is vibrating.

"Yes, hello?"

"Mila, Sunday tomorrow, my family will visit my Grandma and Grandpa's grave in the village!.You want to come along? We'll visit our little friends who still live there too!" Fathir said enthusiastically.

"Sorry, Fathir. I can't come,"

"Lho, why? This is our chance to meet friends. You can also visit the graves of your Grandpa and Grandma, too,"

"I actually want to. But I can't leave. Grandpa's health is deteriorating. I can't go far" Mila replied reasoned.

"Is that so? Too bad yes. Well, maybe we can go together next time. You are patient. May Grandpa Edwin recover quickly," said Fathir sincerely

"Thank you Fathir. Greetings to Mom and Dad" Mila said.

Click!

Cellphone turned off. Mila was just about to close her eyes, when someone rudely opened the door of her room.

"Mila, get down! Grandpa called you!" ronald Bengpak.

The surprised Mila was still glued to the bed.

"Hey budek! Quick down! Grandpa called you!"

Mila hurriedly walked out of the room, passing through the figure she hated. He immediately went downstairs to see Mr. Edwin. The corner of his eyes was wet with tears dripping with no deterrence. Ronald was really rude! There's no feeling!

"Grandfather, Mila here, Cake! Grandpa hangin!" Mila clasped Mr. Edwin's hand. Mr. Edwin is unconscious.

"Mr Edwin must be taken to the Hospital immediately! His brain cancer is spreading everywhere" said Dr Ferry who examined him.

"Brain cancer?!" Mila was surprised to hear this.

"Raphel! Prepare a private plane! Papa will be taken to Singapore now!" heard Mr. Brian calling someone.

Mr. Brian felt a little upset and worried. During this time his father refused to go to Singapore or other countries for the cure of his disease. His father only wanted to seek treatment in Jakarta, not to leave Mila. So this is the consequence. The disease is getting worse.

In order to perform the operation, Mr. Brian did not want to take the risk. The risks are huge for brain cancer surgery. If it fails, it can lead to death. And the risk of failure is quite high. So that all this time Mr. Edwin only did chemotherapy and other treatments.

"Grandfather! Mila's coming with Grandpa! Mila come along ....!" mila shouted following Mr. Edwin who had been moved to the gurney and pushed out of the room to the backyard of the house where a private plane was waiting.

"You just wait at home! Papa's gonna tell me every time Grandpa develops, okay?" Mr. Brian patted Mila on the shoulder.

Mrs Jeny was already on the plane. Mr. Edwinpun then by Mr. Brian's errand officer, put on the plane. Mr. Brian waved his hand at Mila and Ronald and the servants who saw Mr. Edwin's departure for treatment.

"Kookieek .....!"

TO BE CONTINUED

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