Ex's Regret

Ex's Regret
The Hand of Jahil Akio


My forehead wrinkled and held my breath for a moment then I exhaled again, like that continuously until I could manage my breath well, because the tightness broke through between these hearts, he said, I rubbed my eyes who knows I saw it wrong, but it feels impossible, my eyes are still healthy even though my head still hurts.


They were like a very happy family, and the woman's face seemed familiar to me, I seemed to have met the woman at a glance but where I had forgotten.


But I didn't seem to see it wrong, I shook my head I was hoping that if I saw it wrong, was that the man was Mas Andra was impossible, but the dress was exactly the same as my husband's Mas Andra, this heartache the pain in my head wasn't as painful as this, all this time I was made like babu by his family I can still survive, but now the fact I see him with other women, I can't stand it.


Tears suddenly melted on this cheek, without a sound only both of my shoulders were clearly shaken for holding a sob.


Oh my God, I don't believe in true disbelief, I squeeze my robe hard, and my tears never stop melting, because I see the reality that is in front of me right now.


I tried to shake off the pain, I hoped that what I saw was nobody Mas Andra, but it could be a distant brother that I had never seen before, I tried to amuse myself this, or he's Mas Andra's twin only times, again I comforted myself to brush off something that was impossible in my opinion.


Ah I will try to contact Mas Andra only through my phone to ensure his whereabouts, if he does not pick up the phone I mean correct fix it is not Mas Andra, I cirihku in heart.


As I watched the person in front of me with a pitiful look, I still hoped that what occurred in my brain was wrong, and not right.


I tried to look me in the eye, I hope I saw it wrong, because Mas Andra said that he went out of town as he explained when he sent me a message.


I saw the figure was still in the same hallway as me, but it was talking to someone outside the room whose position was not far from my room was only one room apart.


I was so curious about the figure that turned my back on me.


A little hesitant but I'll do it that what I saw was wrong, I took my salary and I pressed my husband's number button, a few moments while a side note sounded in my ear, but he never lifted up either, then I repeated again to call my husband's number, and connected again as my eyes watched the figure that turned my back on me.


" Hello, I'll call you again." He said quickly while turning off his phone, my hands trembling I can't believe that the man in front of me is my husband Mas Andra. But who is the woman and the child is she Mas Andra's distant brother? I hope so, because I was married to Mas Andra never once have I seen her in my husband's big family event.


Honestly I don't feel good who that woman is, duh how should I do this? investigating Mas Andra, but I don't have time for that, my body alone it's not good, how to investigate.


In the midst of the anxiety and confusion that culminated behind me was a figure who was present uninvited, like a hornet, that figure made me surprised and shocked for him.


" You're here it turns out, I've been looking for you" cried a heavy voice that disperse my daydream.


" What are you doing?" asked Mr. Biyan with a puzzled expression, the eagle's eyes were watching me, and gazing around as I twisted my body.


" I'm fine Sir" I replied with my position currently standing frozen like a statue, one hand still squeezing the new robe bought by Mr. Biyan, and one more hand held my old-fashioned Android phone, and then I bowed.


" Let's go to the room for a while, because we have to wait for the medicine that must be formulated for you, all while waiting for Mr. Ujang to pick us up too, too, and it would be nice to just wait in the room while you sleep," he told me.


" Mitha I'm sorry I wanted to go out for a while, because I just met my employee, he said ortanya in the care here, I want to see him for a moment, I want to see him for a moment, but you just wait in the room so I don't worry.


" Good sir" I replied without rejecting him, then I bowed past him, I do not want Mr. Biyan to see my eyes because, because I am not okay anymore.


Author POV.


Mitha stepped slowly past Biyan, because she still felt pain in her ankle, but she held it.


After arriving at the front entrance of the room Mitha paused for a moment, it felt like she wanted to look towards the back where the husband was, but because behind there was Biyan, the intention was puffed out, he said, then Mitha slowly entered the VVIP room.


" Lay down first, maybe we're still a little long huh, all right?" said Mr. Biyan told me, I understand because Mr. Biyan wants to swipe the parents of the employee, I can not refuse, either, cause I'm also not good at forcing him to come home quickly.


I just nodded my head, and walked towards the bed, then I laid my body on the bed, still with my face that looked sour.


" I'll stay a while." Excitement while closing the curtains that become a barrier between the bed and the living room in the room.


Without waiting for my answer, Mr. Biyan left the room, I was still bowed lethargic, so many thoughts were milling in my head, if that was true Mas Andra with-ah even I can not say his name, because all this time even though the Mas Andra family was rude to me at all, but the treatment of Mas Andra is still within normal limits, but the treatment of Mas Andra is still within normal limits, even still sweet towards me, every night he always took my foot down if we wanted to sleep, that sweet treatment that kept me by his side, but if the woman next to him was the one present in the midst of my family, I could not accept it, all this time I had given up enough for Mas Andra, but if this is what I have to defend.


Does he not remember his son Dimas, what about Dimas.


In the middle I was busy thinking about everything suddenly the door opened from outside, the heavy voice echoed in this room.


" Please enter" said the Boss Mbak Siti to someone who is still invisible to me, because there is a barrier between the bed I occupy with the entrance of this room.