A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 7

I envy of course, the hope of wanting to gulp happiness after the household feels lost.

"What's the Bang?" ask dad. Instantly I looked at him. His old face looked worried.

Back mom interjected by putting drinks on the table in front of us.

"You're not going home, Gil? Fearful that Hulya was worried waiting for you, did you tell her that she was going to be here?" fawning mother.

Not even I answered my father's question, again I had to give in and obey my mother's request.

"Ragil just stopped by for a minute because he missed you. All right, Ragil better go home Mom, Dad," I said weakly.

Dad just nodded then hugged me at a glance, no longer asking.

I chose to leave, from my mother's attitude it seemed like she didn't want to listen to my grievances.

While being calm in the car before driving forward, a knock on the car window made me turn my head.

What's the matter with mom following me?

I opened the window because my mother was right in front of my car door.

"I'm sorry, Mother Bang, I don't mean to be reluctant to listen to your story, but your father's condition is not good enough, I'm afraid that your story will only burden his mind, and make his condition decline again."

"Mom hope whatever your problem with Hulya, you can solve it with a cool head. Remember Mom's message, be patient Bang. Here I will pray that your household is always okay" explained Mother.

I can only smile, now I know the reason mom always interrupted me earlier, it turns out the condition of the father who is not healthy.

Although I see it looks like Dad's okay. I gave up that thought, there's no way mom would lie to me about my dad's condition.

Guilt covers my heart. Had a bad thought if mom like not to know about my problems, it turned out wrong.

"I'm sorry Ragil ya ma'am," I said grudgingly can't hug him because it looks like mom won't shift from the front door of the car, so I can just duck.

Mother rubbed her hair to the back, I saw her and smiled back, after which I chose to retreat.

If I thought my feelings would be relieved, it turned out to be wrong. My heart was still in chaos, thoughts perched in my mind. What should I do when I get home.

Be quiet like this morning or talk seriously with Hulya again?

Stopped in front of the house, I prepared myself to face my wife. Funnier. Why do I think I'm ready to fight the enemy, but inside is my wife.

After opening the door and greeting, this time my greeting was quickly returned.

But alas, the reply was also accompanied by the stuffing of Hulya.

She looked at me with puffy eyes, after which she rubbed violently and got up close to me.

"Where are you from?" ask her with a gentle tone.

"Why you?" I ask to ignore the question.

He looked down, then I glanced at the table. There's an invitation card there.

Leaving Hulya, hurried me to pick up the paper.

The name of the mempelailang that became my purpose to find out. Azam was really going to marry Sarah.

What is this invitation that makes Hulya cry? Isn't he ashamed of me? Crying over another man after having a husband?

My pride is hurt again.

"Is this why you're crying?" I said with a smile scorned.

He looked up at me, the look of his once sad eyes, suddenly changed, it seemed like he was upset.

"You know already! No need to explain!" reply sharp.

Oh, maybe he's embarrassed or something? Very complicated your mind Hulya.

"Then what should I do? Comforting a broken heart?!" my words are no less sharp.

I'm so sick of it, it turns out that his true nature is like this, I'm really surprised to be in disbelief.

Hulya who used to always say softly no longer exists, she who is now in front of me like everyone else, even very foreign to me.

Without answering, he collapsed on the floor, then returned to crying, even now his cries were very heartbreaking.

Ask silence? Hit him? I was never taught to be rude to women. Even raising my voice was never done.

I rubbed my face in frustration. Now even Hulya is beating her chest. Perhaps he wanted to eliminate the tightness in his chest due to the immeasurable disappointment.

Where was his mind, what did he expect? Someday I'll be with Azam, will you? Then go to where I am!

"Here you are, if you love him, tell me your feelings! But you have to be ready to get hurt, because without talking to him you should already know the answer," at last.

It was Hendi's advice that ended up being my last choice.

Let people think of me as a fool! Because there was nothing I could do, forcing her feelings on me was also impossible.

The mouth can lie but not the heart. Maybe after this he'll realize they can't be together.

Don't ask me how I feel. Just imagine, when I myself was practicing loving her, my heart was broken repeatedly.

Hulya got up and looked at me, "pardon me, but this sense .." she said.

"You just have to tell him. I only ask to keep your marwah as a wife and a woman. I will accompany you, I will not let you meet him alone" I asked

He stared in disbelief, maybe in his heart he thought I was stupid or crazy? Letting his wife express love to another man?

Let him be with his own mind, at least this is how I make him happy.

I hope that after this, he will open his heart to me.

Hulya then hugged me tightly, again her tears broke in my chest.

I hugged her back, though my own heart was broken because of her actions.

I rubbed his shoulders so that he would calm down, as much as I could hold back these tears.

Seeing a wife crying over another man makes me feel like a loser.

"Thank you, I'm sorry. I know it hurt you, but ... I'm really sorry, "cut it.

"Here you go, you better rest. Call Azam tomorrow to meet, "I'm flat.

He smiled and then nodded in spirit.

Ah, bad thoughts crossed my mind. Seeing how happy she was just now, I thought if Hulya had any other plans?

Maybe he thought he could stop Azam's marriage, for example. I don't know, I'm dizzy thinking about what he's really thinking.

Like yesterday, I chose to sleep in the living room even though it was uncomfortable. But how else, I want to avoid physical contact with him after knowing he is not comfortable with me.

When I came out of the bathroom and took a pillow like yesterday Hulya stopped my steps.

"Aren't you going to sleep with me?" tanyakanya.

I looked into his eyes, I was confused by him, sometimes like he always wanted to play me.

"Why?" the question was confused when I didn't answer it immediately.

"There is no need to please others and get rid of your own feelings Hulya" I said in her words yesterday.

His eyes were fiddling, then he looked down. "Are you angry with me?" tanyanya was still down.

"No. Make what? I just don't want to torture you. Aren't you tormented to be near me?” my clear.

Hearing my answer, he looked up, his eyes back in tears.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Really —" he couldn't continue his words.

"Hulya, I'm not papa. We'd better win ourselves first" I replied.

Then I came out without any intention of calming him down.

I poured out a body with various thoughts raging.

The arm is placed over the forehead. Tired heart is not as big as physical fatigue. I wanted to give up, but there was no way I could leave him alone.

What excuses? Because he loves another man? They must have asked me to hold on again, knowing that the man Hulya loved did not return my wife's feelings.