Dunia Alma hancur ketika suaminya memilih wanita lain dan menceraikannya tanpa belas kasihan. Hidupnya berubah drastis—dari seorang istri yang dicintai menjadi seorang wanita yang harus berjuang sendiri. Dalam keterpurukannya, Alma menerima pekerjaan sebagai pembantu di rumah seorang juragan tembakau yang dikenal tegas dan berwibawa, Darsa Adiwijaya, seorang duda beranak satu. Namun, siapa sangka, di balik ketegasannya, Darsa diam-diam menaruh hati pada Alma. Hingga suatu malam, dalam remang-remang cahaya, batasan antara mereka goyah. Sentuhan tak disengaja itu mengguncang hati keduanya, memantik api yang sulit dipadamkan. Segalanya semakin rumit ketika Alma mengetahui bahwa juragan yang kini menginginkannya adalah atasan di tempat kerja mantan suaminya. Rahasia, dendam, dan gairah bercampur dalam pusaran takdir yang tak terduga. Apakah Alma akan jatuh ke dalam jerat cinta sang juragan tua? Ataukah masa lalu kembali menyeretnya ke jurang luka yang lebih dalam? “Jerat Cinta Juragan Tua” adalah kisah tentang luka, kesempatan kedua, dan api asmara yang menyala di tempat tak terduga.
View MoreEPISODE ONE
Theme: He is getting married
Arike's POV
At 1:15am, I was still up trying to gather every information I could find to solve a murder case which was presented to the law firm where I work as a Criminal Attorney. The case was about the death of a senator's daughter. Chidinma Johnson was found dead on the street after she met up with her boyfriend at an hotel. We are yet to find the killer but we have two suspects in the police custody. Her boyfriend who she met before her death and best friend who was the last person who called Chidinma. My boss put me up to handle the case and also defend my client who was the deceased boyfriend.
Benjamin Nwosu was the son of Senator Nwosu and he made it known to me that he didn't kill Chidinma. I perceive that Chidinma's death was the handwork of her father's opponent. Senator Johnson was contesting for Governorship seat, so it was possible that his opponents are at him. And I just need evidences to nail them down so my client can be free to return home because he wasn't granted bail.
The sound from the door jolted me up from a dozing state. Oh my God! I really need to have a good rest once this case was over.
I walked to the door, wondering who could it be at this time? It's really late! Plus I wasn't expecting anyone. I peered through the small hole on the door. What's he doing out there?! I sighed after seeing the familiar masculine figure standing on my porch. Adedayo Awosika.
I opened the door. "Dayo." He turned to face me.
"Arike,I'm sorry for showing up here at this hour."
I didn't miss the sad look on his expression.
"It's alright come in." I stepped aside for him to walk into my home.
The best word to describe who Adedayo Awosika was to me - Best friend. We've been friends since we were in Junior Secondary School where we started out as just classmates.
He was very popular as per son of Mr Awosika,the business tycoon. The Best Academy was a school for 'The Rich' and as a poor girl it had been hard for me to fit into the system. I only managed to be a student because I won a scholarship to finish up my secondary level at The Best Academy.
I was raised by my mom and grew up without knowing the man who fathered me. According to the story mom told me,she got pregnant when she was a teenager and my father was also too young to take up his responsibility so he denied ever having anything to do with my mom. The funny part of the story was that grandpa wanted my mom to abort me to avoid being disgraced in church because he was an assistant pastor. So on the very day Grandpa was supposed to drag mommy to the hospital for abortion,she woke up before anyone else and ran away from home. Mom had to break her piggybox to come to Lagos to meet her uncle all the way from Ibadan.
Uncle Badejo wasn't married at that time so he offered to take care of her and adopt me as his child after I was born. But that didn't happen until he had said a lot of things to grandpa for trying to abort his first grandchild just to save his reputation in church. I grew up thinking Uncle Badejo was my biological father. I was so little,too young to understand that my uncle can't be my father. Mom told me the whole story when uncle Badejo wanted to get married.
To cut the long story short,my mom died in a fatal car accident when I was nine. It was around the time when I was writing my common entrance examination. I had to move in to live with Uncle Badejo and his wife but about a month after, uncle Badejo lost his job and we survived on his wife's salary.
Despite being jobless, Uncle Badejo wanted me to get the best education. So he helped me apply for a scholarship at The Best Academy. I sat for the examination and came out the best. I was enrolled into The Best Academy where I had met Adedayo Awosika. I didn't like him at first meeting because he was so proud and he was one of those kids who slapped it to my face that I was poor and wouldn't have had a chance to attend such expensive school if I wasn't given scholarship.
I did my best to avoid him and some other kids. In fact I was the most gentle girl in class and I hardly spoke to anyone. Basically they all avoided me like a plaque but I didn't let it get to me. I was at school to learn and not go about making friends.
"I wouldn't have showed up here if I knew you were this busy." Dayo said calmly,his eyes scanning the whole area. It was messed up with piles of papers and plates.
"It's Okay. And I am not too busy." I started out to clear up the mess.
Dayo and I moved from school bully-Timid girl stage to friendly classmates after an incident. It was on Thursday which used to be our sports day. I drank little garri at home on Wednesday night and didn't eat a good meal to school on Thursday. I left home without a penny but Aunty Sade, (Uncle Badejo's wife) promised to prepare a good meal with the hope of getting her unpaid salary that day. I knew I was going to eat at school but that won't happen until lunch time. I was too weak to participate in the sporting activity but I couldn't complain because I didn't want my classmates to bully me again and call me a sickle cell patient. And instead of lodging a complain to the sport master, I choose to keep quiet and take part In the exercises.
When it was my class turn to run a race, Adedayo raced to my side and mocked me for being too slow. And when I didn't give him a response he stretched out his long legs and tripped me off. I lost my balance easily and fell to the ground. He laughed and called me 'weak' but I didn't reply. I managed to get up to my feet but sudden dizziness made me fall back to the ground before I could take another step,then I fainted.
I woke up in the Infirmary where I admitted to the nurse that I was hungry. I refused to go to class after eating. I explained why I didn't want to go,I was scared of my classmates. I didn't think I would be able to take all the words they would say to me. Well the nurse understood what I was going through and she was nice enough to help me get my bag. So I stayed till closing time.
On my way home,I kept thinking about how I would survive the next day. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice what was going on around me. A car stopped in front of me when I wanted to cross the main road to my street. Adedayo came out of the car and asked if we could talk for some minutes. I was still mad at him for tripping me like that. And in the end he apologized sincerely and asked if we could be friends. I couldn't say no because saying no to him only means that I haven't forgiven him. So that was how we became friends and he would always defend me at school anytime someone shows up to bully me.
"So how have you been?" I asked him after making everywhere clean.
"I have been good until -" his voice trailed off.
He wasn't happy and it was clear from his expression that something was bothering him. "Want some water or drink?" I asked.
He rubbed his temples. "Water..and can I get some painkillers too?"
"Sure." I rushed into the kitchen to get what he wanted.
"Here.." I handed him the glass of water and dropped two tablets in his palms.
"Thank you." He sighed after taking the drugs.
I sat down next to him on the couch. "So what's wrong with the son of the the famous Business Mogul?!" I said. He managed to smile at my joke.
That was how Adedayo used to introduce himself back then in school.
"I am Adedayo Awosika, the only son of famous business Mogul!" Such a spoilt brat! He was the only son out of four daughters and also the last child of Mr Awosika.
“Kamu ngga masak lagi, Sar?”Lingga berjalan gontai ke arah dapur yang terlihat berantakan. Piring kotor menumpuk belum dicuci, gelas yang semalam ia gunakan minum kopi pahit, juga masih teronggok di atas kitchen sink. Hidung lelaki ini juga mencium bau yang kurang sedap. Sepertinya itu sisa makanan yang belum sempat di buang.“Nggak, Mas. Aku lemas banget. Kamu dari mana sepagi ini?”Sarah malah balik bertanya, sebab ia heran melihat Dirman kembali setelah pamit membuang sampah, namun ada kantong hitam yang suaminya itu bawa dalam genggaman.Ah, pada akhirnya ia berhasil memiliki lelaki ini. bukan hanya ia milik tapi juga ia kuasai dan … bisa mengaturnya. Sarah merasa makin aman dengan pernikahan sirinya ini. meski taka da restu dari ibunya Lingga, tapi setidaknya bayi dalam perutnya terselamatkan dengan lahir setelah pernikahannya.“Dari rumah ibu.”“Oh, bawa apa?”“Ibu kasi nasi kuning buat sarapan. Tuh ada dua bungkus, satu buat kamu. Kalau mau.”Lingga berlalu, tak menghiraukan
Hujan di bulan ini, seolah menari-nari dari atas langit. Gemuruh petir yang sesekali terdengar, bagai denting piano yang mengalunkan sajak duka. Alma mengusap air mata yang tak sengaja jatuh dari netra sendunya. Sejauh ini perjalanan takdir membawanya pada muara luka yang seolah tak ada tepiannya. "Melamun, Nduk? Kenapa nggak dimakan singkongnya?" Suara tua ibunya menyadarkan Alma dari lamunan yang membanya menari pada pusaran duka hidupnya. "Nunggu dingin, Bu. Masih panas banget." Alma berpura meniup singkong rebus itu yang sudah tak menguarkan asapnya. Sepagi ini ia sudah ada di rumah ibunya. Hatinya gamang meninggalkan rumah besar juragan Darsa setelah apa yang lelaki itu lakukan padanya. Meski ada sedikit rasa bersalah, sebab pergi tanpa pamit pada Asha. Anak kecil itu sangat dekat dengannya, bahkan nekat memanggilnya bunda. Oh, panggilan itu yang Alma sangat rindukan pada pernikahannya di masa lalu. "Kamu sakit, Nduk? Apa pekerjaanmu sanga
Gemuruh hujan diluar sana seolah bekerja sama meredam suara kesakitan dan juga kemarahan Alma.“Sakit, Tuan. Kumohon hentikan!”Jemari Alma bahkan menarik-narik rambut cepak lelaki tinggi besar ini, namun juragan Darsa kadung birahi. Sentuhan alkohol dalam darahnya membuatnya tak mampu membendung libido birahinya yang terlanjur terbakar.“Enak, Alma.”Lelaki ini merasakan nikmat luar biasa. Ia tahu saja Alma seorang janda, namun gerakannya di bawah sana sempat kesulitan sebelum batang besarnya benar-benar tenggelam dalam palung basah milik Alma.Juragan Darsa terus bergerak. Gerakan pinggulnya yang cukup brutal menggambarkan bagaimana Alma tak mampu melawan kungkungan dahsyat lelaki ini.Dingin yang membias dari ventilasi jendela kamar itu, seolah tak mampu meredam panasnya gairah terlarang yang juragan Darsa berikan pada Alma.Sakit dan perih itu memang ada, tapi nikmat seks itu juga perlahan Alma rasakan. Ini sungguh jauh berbeda dengan pernikahan pertamanya bersama Dirman. Hampir s
Hujan mengguyur deras malam itu. Angin menampar jendela-jendela tua rumah besar milik Juragan Darsa. Suara gemuruhnya menelan malam dalam kebisuan mencekam. Di balik bilik dapur yang remang, Alma masih membereskan piring kotor. Tubuhnya yang ramping dibalut daster panjang sederhana, rambutnya dijepit rapi, menyisakan poni yang sedikit melengkung di keningnya. Wajahnya ayu, teduh—terlampau ayu untuk seorang janda muda yang bekerja sebagai pembantu. Meski lelah jelas tergambar di wajahnya. Namun ayunya juga terukir tegas.Langit mulai menggantungkan mendungnya sejak siang. Awan kelabu berkumpul, menciptakan nuansa murung yang menggantung di seluruh penjuru rumah Darsa Wijaya.Alma berdiri di dapur, menatap jendela yang mulai dihiasi tetes air hujan. Di luar sana, pohon-pohon bergoyang pelan diterpa angin. Aroma tanah basah menyusup masuk lewat celah-celah kusen kayu.Tangannya sibuk mencuci beras, tapi pikirannya entah ke mana. Masih terngiang kejadian malam tadi. Sentuhan yang tidak se
Tiga bulan berlalu. Alma hidup tanpa suami, tanpa pekerjaan tetap. Tanpa arah. Sementara bu Afifah-ibunya Alma juga semakin menua. Hasil kebun yang tak seberapa tentulah tak mencukupi kebutuhan mereka. Mungkin bisa saja hidup dari hasil kebun mereka, tapi yang kelolah adalah paman Bahri yang tentu saja hasilnya harus dibagi dengan beliau.Pekerjaan apa yang bisa didapatkan dirinya yang hanya tamatan SMA. Mungkin bisa jadi kasir di perbatasan kota, tapi Alma tak punya kendaraan untuk bolak balik. Kalau harus menyewa kost, sisa gajinya mungkin hanya bertahan dua minggu.Lalu dengan bantuan seorang tetangganya yang baik hati, Alma menerima tawaran pekerjaan sebagai pembantu di rumah milik seorang juragan tembakau.“Juragan Darsa membutuhkan pengasuh untuk putrinya dan tukang setrika untuk menggantikan saya.”“Kenapa mbak Mirna berhenti?”“Mas Rahmat ingin merantau ke Kalimantan, Al. memang juragan tak pelit memberi gaji. Tapi, mas Rahmat juga kehidupan kami berubah.”Lalu dengan setengah
Prolog.**Hujan jatuh seperti doa yang tak pernah sampai. Di luar jendela, langit berwarna kelabu, seakan ikut merasakan kesedihan yang membuncah dalam dada Alma. Ia berdiri mematung di depan meja makan, tangannya menggenggam ujung celemek yang masih melekat di tubuhnya. Aroma gulai ayam yang baru saja ia masak masih menggantung di udara, tapi kini semuanya terasa hambar.Di hadapannya, seorang pria berdiri dengan wajah datar. Mata tajamnya menatap Alma tanpa sedikit pun ragu. Di balik tubuh pria itu, seorang wanita berperut buncit berdiri dengan dagu terangkat tinggi. Wajahnya cantik, senyumannya penuh kemenangan. Sarah.Lingga Laksono menghela napas panjang sebelum akhirnya mengucapkan kalimat yang meremukkan seluruh dunia Alma."Aku menceraikanmu, Alma." Suaranya dingin, tak bergetar sedikit pun.Seakan waktu berhenti, suara hujan yang jatuh di genting menjadi latar bagi hati yang luruh dalam kepedihan. Alma menggigit bibirnya, menahan gemetar di dadanya. Matanya menatap suaminya,
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