An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>> Her Complaints
Open room. Directly in. The person I used to love is now staring intently at our baby. The cloth bedong that wrapped the body in small increasingly make him sleep soundly.
"Mas Adit actually wants to do the hell here? Until willing to fight busy work come here? It's not wrong to come here? There are people afraid to get angry. I don't want to find out because of other people," quizzed curious.
"So I told you, I want to see you, and more importantly I miss your son Aliya. No one will be angry. All are subject to Aditya Pratama, so don't worry" he explained.
"really that? Must be behind it all have other intentions? But it's good that no one is angry, because it will certainly make it difficult for me, too" A little happy for his testimony.
"You don't believe it, do you?"
Suddenly, Adit's mas has blocked my steps, who wants to put Aliya's clothes in a basket of clothes.
The atmosphere was so awkward, where this situation made me more nervous, but on the other hand felt so hateful full of longing. Trying to hide the vibrations of the heart that often used to be fascinated. Now it's different because there's a distance that tries to separate.
"Surge, Mas? What do you want? I'm busy getting Aliya's clothes in order, "let me know.
"I'll go out of my way, if you believe me," he said.
"Yes .. yes, I believe!" my words were directly passing through his body, which was already caught off guard against me.
Busy hand in bed. I set up clothes, pants, socks, so it will be easy to take them. If you are bothered sometimes take it wrong.
After arranging, stepping again want to pack some clothes that have not been cleaned. At the top of the bed I just stacked up. When the child is crying strongly, yes forced to work that wants to fold I leave.
"Wait first. I'm not done yet" stop it.
Once pulled firmly by the hand of Adit mas, now makes my body has directly twisted the body, and accidentally hit the body hefty.
"Uuups, sorry, Mas! Not intentionally," I said in a heartless manner.
"No pa-pa, because this is what I want" he answered, hugging me.
"What?" Surprise says.
"Ngapain must also be ashamed, are we not husband and wife!" sahut relax.
"Yes, the husband and wife who want to divorce," replied me who tried to escape.
"Do you really want a divorce from me? Is it not wrong with your decision?" tanyanya softly while releasing a hug.
"Yes, why?" my answer is as clear as a person without a burden.
"But Ana, I don't want to do that, and this self continues to hope that our relationship will be reunited. Don't do it, ok! Please" he answered with hope.
"It's up to Mas Adit, what does he want! Most importantly, I did what you wanted yesterday. Shouldn't promises be kept? I don't want to go into debt and mess with people's relationships anymore. Enough already I've been humiliated and humbled, "reminiscently reminded.
"I've admitted wrong, but not 'can all mistakes be corrected! I was too scared of what happened yesterday. The effects of amnesia are frustrating. There is no gap to remember you, so forgive me yesterday yes ... yes!" says slowly.
"Fixing things and mistakes can be, but the feelings are very difficult for me to accept back. I understand Mas is not remembering, but can not control the slightest humiliation, "my voice shakes as a result of saving disappointment.
"Then how do you want to continue? To improve our home? Do you want to continue or stop? Don't hang on like this, there's no progress! There are many hopes I want to achieve with you. Don't let your emotions go wrong to leave me, "he replied hoarsely.
"Entah mas, I also feel confused." I said lethargic.
The conversation gets more tense and leads to seriousness.
"Oh, we don't have to talk about that anymore. The most important thing is that we live our story like flowing water, and pass it all on to the giver of life. If we are destined to unite, God will show us the best way" I said, throwing a smile at him.
"Alright Ana, I understand." replied Mas Adit agreed.
"Now we go out first, let Aliya sleep. Isn't the purpose of Mas Adit here to eat father's cooking? Let me serve and accompany you to eat" I said.
"Well, Ana, thank you."
The heart in the chest feels very comfortable, because there are no more painful words that slide from the mouth of the adit mas.
There was a puzzled look as he kept looking at me, and it seemed as if there were a million questions in his soft eyes. While I can not say a word much, because the more I serve it there will be debate, and the better I give up a lot and silence.
I don't think I have the energy to talk and just ask. I was still gentle and patient with him. Opposing the conversation will cause turmoil in the chest pain again, and will further make our relationship more runny and feel stiff.