Dear The Ex
Fellowship

While waiting for my two children who were tutoring English, I joined some young mothers who were also waiting for their children to come home

"Loh Ntan really bengong anyway?"

I looked quickly at a woman my age who happened to be in a class with her son

"Ah Yes confused tomorrow what to cook for the provision of children" I lied

The young mama laughed at my answer

"Oh yes Ntan, you have a rich gini?" show another young woman

I immediately looked at my face

"Oh if I don't have stock say, I pre order first, if you want me to order"

"May, later I japri I want to order anything, but surely this item is Yes Ntan"

I nodded. Then the other young mamas were busy asking me about their orders

"Ntan, skin care I really did come a long time, have you ordered yet?"

"Oh my goodness, if from the application I checked anyway, tomorrow comes. Later when I come to deliver"

Back they were all busy huddling even occasionally laughing and I came to smile when they laughed

"Ntan, later if Lebaran still you sell crackers with cakes?"

"Oh my goodness, Eid is a long time" replied another

"In Syaa Alloh still, just calm down, for all my customers, I will prioritize quality" my ray

They sneered and some even hit me on the shoulder

"I want dong Ntan to be your reseller if lebaran later"

"May" I replied with sparkling eyes

"Ntan's price is different?"

"He uh" I replied again

Then we continued the conversation until all our children left their classes and we all went home

Arriving at home I immediately sat on the back porch, looking at the expanse of rice fields behind our house

"Ma, how are you daydreaming?"

I turned to Meka who was sitting next to me while carrying a jar of crackers

"Ma, how come papa is often outside service?"

I took a deep breath

"Kan papa employee pinter kak, so the mainstay of the office, so naturally if papa who is always sent for outside service"

"Where's papa this time?"

I kept quiet, because I also didn't ask where my husband went to the outside service this time

"No idea, brother, if you finish the service papa will go home" I replied slowly

Somehow my heart became melow, the words of my husband who had humbled me felt very hurt my heart

I wouldn't why say a maid by someone else, but this is by my own husband and it feels really painful to me

Couldn't she just keep her tongue from hurting my heart?

Ah, my mellow, and this has never happened before. Usually even though I am often yelled at and based I will not take heart, but when my husband humbles me in front of his friends why am I a baper?

I took a deep breath, looking back blankly at the green expanse of rice fields

"Yok bathtub"

I only glanced when Meka got up from the chair by shouting to take her sister to take a bath

In the evening my mind was back on my husband's talk this afternoon. Oh my God bapernya me, but it's just a trivial problem but why do I become over thinking huh?

Because my mind is still afraid I move to HP. I tried surfing in cyberspace

I carelessly saw who sent me friends, and how shocked I was when hundreds of people sent me friend requests

I smiled, because I opened the blue application only for my online sales promotion, not for others, so if every day I open the application is none other than for my sales promotion

I am indeed an online trader, whatever I sell, myself that I do not advertise is here 🙈🙈

And thank God this is where I get my income, especially because I have enough resellers, so that if my husband's monthly money runs out I don't get dizzy because I have money to cover the lack of kitchen money

And maybe because I have been able to find my own money then my monthly allowance since these three years is in the same number, never added

Even for my skincare and needs I use my own money, I don't mind that while I can and I have money, why not?

And I'll be excited when the stuff I advertise attracts people to buy it

Ting....

I saw a notification bar that stated there was an incoming message through the messenger

"Mario?" my inner

Someone sent me a friend named Mario, and it was a year ago that I confirmed tonight

My heart suddenly thumped while reading the messenger that sent an account called Mario

How is Ntan

I immediately searched for the account in my friends, opened it and saw the profile and status he had shared

I was getting excited when I saw the date of birth listed there

November 11, 1990

Oh God.

I kept scrolling down to find out who knew this account had ever posted a picture of his face. Because in his profile he only displays pictures of eagles

It turned out that this account rarely opened his account, the last time he was active was four months ago

Then back my phone clinked notification incoming inbox messages

How do you read only Ntan? no intention to reply

With my heart still pounding I started typing a reply

This is who yes

And I saw the account typing a message, and I received a reply shortly

Mario, Mario Pratama, you will remember

The phone I was holding I put it down. And my heart beats fast

"It's probably Mario. This must be someone else's Mario, not the Mario Pratama I know" I murmured

Then my phone clang back, and I timidly opened it

I kept my mouth shut when I saw the incoming message Mario sent

Message pictures, photos of her sitting wearing a black t-shirt and jeans

"Mario.." my sizzle.

Flashing in my head the old Mario. Mario was my first girlfriend, and my first love, we dated when we were in first grade High School, and until this moment we have no word break up because at that time we separated because Mario took a police test and escaped as a state servant

And I who came from a simple family finally chose to step down in the second year he became a policeman, because in addition to our distance far away I also felt inappropriate to be his girlfriend again

Since then I completely closed all kinds of communication to Mario, even when he came home in the third year of his service I did not see him, but our house was not so far away, it's only about a kilo meter away

And Mario who was at that time visiting the house only I met for a while. Even when she took the road I turned her down until finally in 2013 I married Arif our upperclassman when she was in high school after dating for about two years

Ntan?

I stammered and more and more did not dare to lift the phone when my phone rang a messenger call from Mario

I know it's you, Ntan, why don't you pick up my call

I can only take a deep breath

Sorry Mario, it's late, I don't want to disturb your activities

This is my phone number, any time you're willing to keep it

I took a deep breath looking at the phone number that Mario had just sent

Then my mind flashed about the happy memories of me and Mario. Mario is kind and romantic, always care about me and love me

Just try me to marry Mario, I'm sure I'm not as depressed as this. Often unappreciated husband, even serendipitously he said if I was a maid

I don't know why I remember Mario tonight, my mind seemed to repeat to the times when we were together

Mario.

All these years I learned to move on from Mario why he is here again, I swear

Restlessly I turned my body back. Mario's face, Mario's smile, his habit and his ngeyel if arguing with me as if jumping out of my brain memory

If only time could I turn, of course I would choose the time back where I was still with Mario, enjoying the beauty of our love and love both, he said, pledging mutual loyalty and will foster a household of both, will have many children and will age together

Oh my God Mario.