MasukWhat makes this story unordinary?Are you fat just like Triah?Do you have imperfections?Who's your strength to keep yourself positive?Your parents?What if your parents will be the ones who will put stain in your positive world?Can you keep going?Because Triah, I don't know either if she's strong enough to face the world.Let's find out.
Lihat lebih banyakRaymond si pria muda tampan berbodi bagus ini senyum ceria, malam ini adalah malam sakral baginya dan Rahma, istrinya. Ulang Tahun ke 4 mereka sebagai suami istri.
Raymond hanyalah sales sebuah dealer mobil yang dikatakan sulit laku, karena jual mobil-mobil asal negeri Tiongkok.
Sial…masih separuh jalan lagi sampai rumah, Raymond terpaksa berteduh, hujan yang tadi sudah gerimis, kini turun dengan derasnya.
Tiba-tiba ponsel jadulnya bunyi, ada chat masuk. Raymond pikir istrinya yang ngontak karena ini sudah pukul 21.00 lewat, tapi saat di buka, ternyata dari nomor tak di kenal.
“Hmm…siapa pengirimnya, kok ada lampiran fotonya,” batin Raymond, kaget saat membuka kiriman tiga buah foto tersebut.
Matanya melotot, jantungnya berdegup kencang. Foto itu perlihatkan seorang wanita cantik dengan rambut panjangnya dan gaun malamnya yang berwarna merah menyala sangat seksi, sampai perlihatkan pakaian dalamnya yang membayang.
Siapapun laki-laki normal pasti tergoda!
Walaupun gambar ini sedikit buram, karena di ambil secara sembunyi-sembunyi dan tempatnya seperti-nya sebuah pub atau klub malam, tapi wajahnya masih bisa di kenali.
Si wanita ini tak sendirian, ada seorang pria setengah tua yang terlihat merangkul si wanita seksi ini dan mengecup pipinya dengan mesra.
Wanita itu mirip sekali dengan…Rahma istrinya.
Raymond…serasa tak menjejak bumi, tubuhnya seketika mematung.
Benarkah itu Rahma…kenapa dia begitu dekat dan akrab dengan pria setengah tua necis dan terlihat sangat kaya raya itu?
Jadi…isu-isu miring yang selama ini dia dengar, sejak karir istrinya melejit dan kalahkan dirinya, di peroleh Rahma dengan cara selingkuh…apakah benar adanya?
Saking marahnya, Raymond letakan begitu saja kue berharga 145 ribu di sebuah halte tempatnya berteduh tadi. Dan tak peduli hujan deras, ia tancap gas pulang ke rumah mereka.
Raymond tak melihat mobil istrinya di garasi, artinya Rahma belum pulang!
Hatinya yang emosi kini dia redam, dengan berpikir positif, paling wanita di foto itu hanya mirip.
Tapi…kenapa 3 foto itu dikirim ke dia…apa maksudnya? Pikirnya dengan galau.
Pukul 23.45 menitan terdengar mobil datang, Rahma istrinya membuka pintu dan langsung menuju kamar.
Mereka berdua memang bawa kunci rumah masing-masing.
Melihat Raymond sudah ‘tidur’ dengan memunggunginya, Rahma hanya hela nafas, dia lalu ke toilet dan hapus make up cetar-nya.
Padahal Raymond aslinya belum tidur, hatinya masih galau dan panas dengan foto itu.
Tak sampai 15 menitan usai merebahkan diri di sisinya, dengkur halus Rahma terdengar. Raymond berbalik dan melalui siluet lampu tidur dia melihat wajah istrinya seperti orang yang sangat kelelahan…!
“Hmm…dia lupa dengan ulang tahun ke 4 pernikahan? Tapi…kenapa dia begitu terlihat lelah..?” kembali batin Raymond berkata, rasa curiga makin menjadi-jadi.
Paginya di meja makan…
Raymond masih terngiang-ngiang dengan kiriman 3 foto yang belum ia hapus, saat melihat istrinya kini terlihat makin cantik dengan blouse warna krimnya.
Di tambah rambut panjang yang sengaja dikritingin dan diberi warna coklat melewati bahunya, plus parfum mahal, cantik sekali Rahma ini di tambah kulit tubuhnya yang putih dan mulus serta semampai.
Rahma memang terlahir blasteran, ayahnya asli Australia, ibunya Sunda.
Mulut Raymond sudah gatal ingin bertanya, kemana saja istrinya hampir pukul 00.00 baru pulang tadi malam.
Tapi mulutnya kalah start, bibir Rahma yang di lapisi lipstick merah menyala duluan bicara.
“Bang, siang nanti mama tiriku dan kakak perempuanku datang dari Australia, mereka akan nginap di tempat kita selama di Jakarta. Katanya rumah mereka sedang di renovasi, jadi sementara pulang ke tanah air dulu, sekalian travelling,” cetus Rahma, sambil memotong roti dan memakannya perlahan.
Raymond diam saja, dia menunggu, apakah istrinya ingat hari ini genap 4 tahun mereka jadi suami istri?
Tapi…sampai Rahma pamit duluan ngantor, tidak ada sama sekali ucapan istrinya tentang ultah itu. Raymond hanya hela nafas panjang.
Padahal ini hari Minggu, tapi Rahma tetap kerja!
“Oh ya…aku mungkin pulang malam lagi, soalnya aku menemani bos di kantor metting dengan klien kakap, yang akan bangun pusat perbelanjaan di Kalimantan,” cetus Rahma lagi sebelum berlalu dari hadapan Raymond.
Si lelaki tak berdaya karena kalah karir dan penghasilan.
Dan kali ini Rahma tidak bawa mobil, tapi di jemput sebuah mobil….mewah!
Raymond hanya bisa mengangguk dan tidak ada ‘kuasa’ melarang. Ia tahu diri, saat ini, 90 persen kebutuhan rumah tangga mereka uangnya dari kantong Rahma.
Sejak karir Rahma melejit, mereka naik pangkat dari keluarga sederhana ke keluarga kelas menengah elit.
Kebutuhan hidup mereka pun otomatis menyesuaikan…mau tak mau, Rahma lah yang dominan keluar biaya!
Raymond bersihkan bekas makanan mereka, hal kecil yang dulunya dilakukan Rahma, kini dialah yang melakukannya, mereka memang tak memiliki pembantu.
Sesaat ia merasa harga dirinya jatuh ke titik rendah…!
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BERSAMBUNG
EPILOGUEPrevious days were only taken by me as challenges to measuring how brave I am. And now I could finally say that I am finally here with my colleagues wearing black and with different colors in the collar part. I should celebrate after this--- the graduation ceremony.'Mondejaro, Triah Benizh'Bachelor of Science in Mass Communication major in Artistry. With Latin honors as Magna Cum laude. And awarded as Best in Artistry.When I heard my name my heart beat faster, finally I am here...finally I am also done with burning eyebrows every time I study here at Harvard University."Congratulations, Miss Mondejaro," greeted a few professors here at the University. Some of them are my professors, and I am proud to say that I also became their favorite student.Endless gratitude was my response to all of them as they shook hands. The pleasure I felt at these times was overwhelming.After our life in C
Chapter 50The questions that bother me right now are running through my mind. Why are they all here? Why is dad here? And why is there a paper here in front of dad?"D-Dad," I softly asked dad, but dad did nothing but hold a black ball-pen in his right hand. While bent over and facing the paper itself.Loud applause echoed throughout the apartment so it grabbed my attention."This is hilarious. The Mondejaro family is complete." the man let out a loud laugh, it looks like maybe it's the daddy of Esra and Jivo."What is that doing here? That's not right!" mom's pushing me away."No, it's fine, Analissa. You don't want your whole family here?" it let out a devilish laugh."I'm not kidding here, Arthuro. And one more thing---aren't you done with what you want to be signed so we can get out of here? Because the space in this apartment is shrinking." Mom's tone of voice was a hint of insult.Because of what mom said I immediately turned the pape
Chapter 49I got out of Jiv's car without hesitation, but he immediately grabbed me when he saw a black car approaching. I just gave in to Jiv and tried to hide inside the car."W-Who are they?" every word I throw at him is soft and strong."I-I don't know. I don't know." he still grabbed me.I just raised my eyebrow at the curiosity on his face. "A-Are you sure? How can I trust you? Your father is the one who called here, Jiv, and even though I didn't go to college---I'm not a fool." I know I uttered too many words, but I felt differently about him."Is that how you think of me, Benizh? Is that so? Answer me," his eyes were already glaring staring at me. Very different from Jivo whom I met cheerful and heavenly.I couldn’t measure a stare at him, so I averted my eyes from his eyes. But he violently reached both my shoulders and immediately confronted him. I was already writhing in pain caused by the painful twisting of his hand on my shoulder.
Chapter 48My jaw clenched, and my fist was about to explode with the tightness of my clenching. Just a few pokes, I plan to rush to Trisha. But when I took a step, someone stopped me.I was about to scream when someone suddenly covered my mouth and immediately walked me away from dad's room.I was already struggling with the extreme tightness of overcoming my hand and covering this man’s hand in my mouth.'Damn! Why now? Trisha is still in dad's room!'Words that in my mind can’t go out onto my mouth. I didn't see a security guard in front of dad's room, maybe they’re looking for something to drink because I didn't buy water.Shocks!Instead of continuing the struggle, I chose to drift away so as not to waste my strength. And I might even be attacked by my phobia at the thought of things."Shhh." calming down even more this man over me. How can I calm down if this is his way?I noticed that when we were in the parking












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