The Fourth Wife In Action

The sun was shining brightly above the sky, the sound of cicadas sticking to the tree sounded very loud. A middle-aged man sprinted towards the stilt house, where on the terrace sat a man in fashionable clothes, with an open laptop at the table in front of him. Hearing someone’s hasty steps, the man’s attention turned to him.

“What is it?” The man asked, his voice heavy and firm.

“S-sir …!” The middle-aged man stopped at the bottom of the terrace steps, gasping for breath. “Mr. Sakha, someone fainted in the field!” he cried hard.

In contrast to the man’s panic, the expression on Sakha’s face did not change. Sakha folded his laptop screen carefully, then stood up and approached the man.

“Where is he?” asked Sakha.

The man hastily showed the way to the field he mentioned.

Sakha followed behind. When they arrived at the field, the sun was getting hotter and hotter. In the middle of the field overgrown with corn, gathered several people who are also agricultural workers who work in Sakha’s field, they seem to be crowding something.

“Hey, step aside! I’ve already called Mr. Sakha,” exclaimed the man who had reported.

Then all pairs of eyes turned to Sakha who was walking closer, several eyes stared at him in surprise.

“Mr. Ji! Why call Mr. Sakha? It is broad daylight! How troublesome you are!” Inah scolded, lightly hitting Parji’s shoulder, the man was still breathless, busy catching his breath.

“Anyway, how pitiful Ririn is. Instead of leaving her here under the heat, in which case her situation will only get worse, we had better call Mr. Sakha. After all, it is one of his responsibilities to ensure the health and safety of his workers,” Parji replied to Inah’s words in a low voice.

Right after that, Sakha got close to them and looked straight down at a woman lying on a shabby mat, the sun shining on her, her face pale and sweating profusely, her brow furrowed like someone in pain.

“What shall we do, sir? Her house is quite far from here, we don’t know how to take her home,” said Parji.

Without thinking, Sakha replied, “Let me take her.”

It’s the answer his workers had been waiting for; relief was evident on their faces as soon as Sakha said so.

Sakha crouched down, staring at the woman’s face for a moment. She looks so shabby, thought Sakha. The shirt must have been white before, but now it was brown and the edges were a little torn. From the folds of her clothes, Sakha guessed she was wearing several layers of clothing. The woman’s face was also dirty with dust and pale.

Sakha guessed that the reason for this fainting was due to dehydration. Without waiting any longer, Sakha lifted the woman’s body into his arms, he was a little surprised by the lightness of the body, Sakha did not expect it because the woman’s body looked full.

“I’ll take her home, you guys just carry on with your work,” said Sakha.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Sakha nodded, then turned and walked away.

Working in the middle of the day like this is always hard, but Sakha has managed all the time and he does not want the hot sun to be a hindrance, he even gives more wages to his workers who work during the day.

When they arrived at the rest house hidden in the garden with shady trees, Sakha realized that the woman’s body in his arms felt very hot, even though the sunlight was not hitting them too much because of the leaves on the trees.

Sakha entered the house, laid the woman on the bed in one of the rooms there. The room was never used, except for the adjoining room that Sakha usually used to take a nap while waiting for the workers in the fields.

Actually, Sakha didn’t know what to do either, so he took out his cell phone to call someone.

“Galih, after you buy the seeds, go straight to the rest house. Bring a car!” said Sakha. After getting the answer he wanted, Sakha turned off his cellphone and looked at the woman. Sakha touched the woman’s forehead, which was hot. Sweat kept running down her temples.

Sakha thought what he should do, and then his attention turned to the shabby clothes the woman was wearing. Sakha touched it lightly, slightly disgusted by the dirt, but Sakha tried to ignore it and then took off the shirt she was wearing. And right as he thought, the woman was wearing layers of clothes, which Sakha couldn’t help but have to take off, leaving a clean white shirt soaked with sweat.

No wonder she is light, her body is so skinny, thought Sakha. Layered clothes do make the woman’s body look fuller.