Between Love and Love
Replying to your pain will only add to your hurt.

"Why do you want to meet him? Don't be stupid, Salma."

"Salma wants to make sure something ma-"

Drett...

The ringing of the cell phone stopped the mother and child debate.

"Who's on the phone?" Ask Desi.

"Tara ma, tumben clock as soon as the phone. I'm proud to say yes" Salma pressed the green button on her smartphone screen.

["Yes, hello"]

["Where's lo? I'm going to your house now, right?"]

["Yes, I'm still at home. Tumbenan lo to my house late afternoon gini what's up?"]

["Gue saw Darren's post on social media just now. Anyway, in this house I want to get there"]

Without hearing a reply from Salma, Tara closed her call unilaterally. Because he knew his best friend was in a bad state. Tara was worried that Salma would do something bad.

"In habit, I haven't finished talking on the phone either." Salma Grousers.

"Who the hell is calling?" ask Desi curiously.

"Tara ma, he's coming. Salma told me to wait for him."

"Long time he didn't play here. Yasudah, you don't go anywhere. Kan, Tara wants to come home." Pinta Mama Desi's.

"Yes, I'm waiting for Tara aja ma."

"Okay then did mom come out first?" Desi got up from her seat and walked out leaving Salma alone.

Salma was silent while looking at the portrait of her ex-lover from a cell phone. A cynical smile suddenly adorned her sweet lips. While remembering his memories with Darren. It seems like her love has turned into hate.

***

"Emang you're sure Salma's gonna freak out that guy?" anton asked for a moment and then turned to look at Tara who was still focused on her flat object.

"Yes I'm sure. During this time Salma always spent her Sunday nights by going to nightclubs and coming home drunk. Don't count how many times I counseled him." Answer Tara.

"Why do you know he came home drunk?" ask Anton again. He was a little hesitant with Tara's words because all this time Salma looked calm and like there was no problem.

"Obviously know, he's coming home to my boarding house. And I'm the one who always calls her Mama says that Salma's in my house."

"Do you believe that?"

"Gga, I took a photo of Salma while sleeping and her position while on the cas. And the picture I sent there is evidence at what time I took the picture. And Sunday afternoon or evening he just came home."

"His old age is like that?"

"So break up with a guy breng*** that's. I just wanted to throw that guy in shoes. Especially Salma who ngalamin, I can not shadow."

"Yes, don't stay in shadow. Love the best solution do not follow emotions. The man if he has gone then it means he does not want to know the woman again. Don't want to repeat the relationship even though the woman is still in love."

"Yes, I know. That's why I don't believe the words of men."

"Yes, don't believe it. Including the same I'm quite lo see my actions only."

"Hem." Tara answered briefly.

"Gue can come in, right?" Ask Anton.

"By dong" replied Tara. His outstretched right hand took the chocolate show off bag that was in the back seat.

The black iron fence suddenly opened. Desi has opened the door for her son's best friend.

"Hello aunt Desi, how are you?" Sapa Tara when she saw a beautiful woman who was smiling as the gate opened wide.

"Hello, Tara. Good aunt news. How are you doing yourself?"

"Good aunt."

"Alhamdulillah if it's good. Yuk, go yuk!" Bring mama Salma.

Tara and Anton immediately walk in the footsteps of Mama Desi. The page is quite spacious and there are various flowers that add to the beautiful home page.

"Sit down! Auntie call Salma a minute."

"Yes Aunt." Anton and Tara answered.

Teak wood chairs and carvings typical of the city of Jepara dominate in the living room. This indicates that the homeowner really likes the art from Central Java.

"Tante Desi from Java huh?" Ask Anton to Tara. His gaze did not sweep every corner of the living room.

" Om from java. From the city of Solo. If aunt Desi is native Jakarta." Tara Obviously.

"It's worth liking carvings and wooden ornaments like this."

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting a long time." Saut Salma who walked closer towards Anton and Tara.

"No, just relax." Answer Tara.

Salma sat down next to Tara. His gaze was sad, he still looked sad and also mixed with anger.

"Are you okay?" ask Tara. The palm of the woman from Surabaya patted Salma's shoulder slowly.

"So, I want to feel like I'm coming to Darren's engagement."

"What are you doing there? Want to embarrass yourself? Don't reck! Think carefully about everything before you act. You think everyone will be the same. Yes, if they believe everything you say. Darren's fiancee won't care about you either." Tara Obviously.

" It's as if I've tried and my heartache paid off."

" By coming to the engagement? Not avenging your heartache, instead it adds to the heartache. I say again, Salma. When you are in love there will not be a single word that you believe from others who tell the ugliness of the person you love. Because your heart is filled with things that you think look good. The truth is not like that."

Salma digested the word for word coming out of Tara's lips. Yes, he confirmed it. Because all this time not only once Tara advised herself but instead she ignored. Now Salma regrets why she didn't trust Tara. Love defeats logic.

"Then how should I go?" ask Salma. The clear thread had already escaped from both corners of her beautiful eyes.

"Ikhlas is all! Don't waste Darren's life again. Your life plan don't look back. Because he who leaves will not return. If ever he comes back don't let you open your heart again."

"Gue try but hard to forget. Especially after everything I've been through feels like him. How can I forget all that Tara?"

"It has to be any way. Fill your activities with positive things - no longer you -"

Tara did not continue her words. Because Aunt Desi walked towards them carrying drinks and some snacks on the tray.

"Not to mention what Tara?" ask Desi curiously.