Ex's Regret
Gol

With a sad look once those eyes looked at me continuously, I looked back at those eyes very sharply, Mas Andra was finally standing right on the edge of my bed.

" Mitha?" exclaimed Mr. Biyan disperse my daydream.

I realized my daydreams, finally I quickly reached out this hand to the man, I did not want to be suspicious, as Mas Andar invited me to a show.

" Mitha" I said introducing myself in a cold tone of voice without the slightest smile, I raised this hand towards her, and when we shook hands I felt her hands trembling and cold, and even his hand was so strong that it squeezed my hand, and not wanting to let go, I waited for his reaction for a moment, but suddenly.

" Ah dong don't be long after the night, I'm jealous you know." Said the woman in her coquettish tone again. I quickly removed my hand from his grasp, and I tried to regain control.

Hearing the woman's cry Mr. Biyan chuckled. " Mitha was a beautiful and kind woman, very lucky man who became her husband, but unfortunately her husband did not care about her, she said, if her status was a single I would have been the first to turn her into the mother of my son, Malika." Said Mr. Biyan with his relaxed style, and his authoritative voice, but the sentence said by Mr. Biyan made me shocked even more Mas Andra who looked blushed, blushing his face, I don't know if he's holding back his anger or feeling insinuated by the sentence said by Mr. Biyan.

" Be careful, this is my husband, do not be targeted because it is difficult to get it." Joking the Woman with a flick, while hugging Mas Andra's arm affectionately, I just smiled sinisterly at her.

" It may not be Ma'am, I also have a husband, yes even though my husband does not care about me, but I am still faithful waiting for him to go home, he said, because my husband is now serving out of town Ma'am, it's a pity that he has to fight to make a living for our family." I said out loud, while the tail of this eye is watching the look on his father's face Dimas whether he feels insinuated or not, I also do not know the contents of his ot*k.

" Patience is all there is silver." Said this Mr. Biyan sitting on the edge of the bed, those eyes watching me with a gentle smile.

Mr. Biyan always spoke with meaning, as if he knew everything.

" Yes thank God then Ma'am, the problem is that if we can't keep our husbands from blaming the actors will always mill around everywhere." He said without burden as if he did not feel guilty at all that the husband he was proud of belonged to another woman.

I just smiled cynically at the chatter, how are you doing with yourself? licking others actors.

The sound of knocking on the door stopped the flirtatious female ramble, the figure of a middle-aged man appeared between the door leaves.

" I'm sorry Mr. Biyan just arrived because Dimas had cried not to be invited to ride the car so wait until Dimas calm." Said Mr. Ujang reporting to his employer.

" Yes it's okay, besides, there are still guests sir." Reply Mr. Biyan to Mr. Ujang, seeing the gelagat Pak Ujang look surprised when he saw the guest who was meant by Mr. Biyan, it seems that Mr. Ujang knows this guest from Mr. Biyan well.

" O Mother Wulan tho, new neighbors too, wah sorry Mom, long time no look." Said Mr. Ujang rather nervously, and his eyes looked towards Mas Andra who was holding the daughter of the flirtatious Girl.

" He's Mr Ujang how are you?" greet that flirtatious woman.

" Thank God, ma'am" replied Mr. Ujang briefly.

" Yes, sir please get the wheelchair first yes, so Mitha is not too tired later, because we walk quite far ahead." Mr. Biyan's orders with his voice that sounded very authoritative.

" Good Mr. Biyan" replied Mr. Ujang politely.

" Oh yeah, where's the service, sir?" ask Mr. Biyan before Mr. Ujang out of the door of this room.

" Same Sister Siti was sir, waiting in the parking lot, was about to be invited in, uh she was afraid to see the sisters in white uniforms, he said afraid of being injected so he said." Answer Mr. Ujang while chuckling.

Mr. Biyan also chuckled himself to hear the story of Mr. Ujang, I imagine the expression of my son must be very adorable.

***

After the guest Biyan sir came out, I also got out of bed and walked towards the wheelchair that has been prepared by Mr. Biyan, Biyan,

When everything was ready and my clothes were brought by Mr. Ujang, even my clothes were bought by Mr. Biyan to change me in the hospital, and undressed myself.

And there are also makeup equipment that Mr. Biyan bought either in order to what I do not know, makeup tools, clothes, clothes, bags, all brought here for me he said, in addition to saying the apology, I also certainly need it, he said like that, but never did I make-up if it was fitting to go to the condition and go far away I made-up, I made-up, where I can do that other than I can not afford, there is no time for me to take care of myself, ah it's up to me not to think about it, because thinking about my life that is morat marit like this has made my head so dizzy, let alone the ndak-ndak chairusi.

But his make-up can also be yes, good enough for his new wife Mas Andra manas-mansi, it looks like the guy's double eyes and shopping, just look later I can definitely be like him, he said, without having to rob people's husbands, I'll prove that I can be like that woman, I don't know what belongs to me can think like that, my great-grandson in heart.

After the wheelchair was ready I also sat on it calmly and the Boss Mbak Siti was the one who pushed the wheelchair.

I'm really not feeling good, but how else, only he can I rely on, ah a Boss treats me like this, The macho boss shamelessly carried my bag on his shoulder while pushing the wheelchair I was sitting in down the hospital aisle, but it was his fault that he wanted it like this, though I can walk wal teetering.

***

When I arrived at the parking lot I breathed with relief, it felt like I had just come out of detention, what else from a distance I could see the figure I had missed for three days, the little boy with puffed cheeks and his pure white skin, as soon as he saw me his hands waving, even my mother was among them, no matter who gave the news, he said, did Titi come to the house and tell my mother.

These tears trickled down when he saw her, as well as she immediately cried and asked to come with me.

" Sir Stop first, I want to hold Dimas," I said to Mr. Biyan in a hoarse voice because it held back tears.

" Don't Mitha you don't carry him first, you better just hold me first huh" he said advising me.

I nodded my head, teary-eyed, for you missed my son.

" mothers, be ready mother" exclaimed the boy with his lisp.

Mr. Biyan patiently grabbed the small body from Siti's arms, and sat her on my lap.

My hands stretched out toward Dimas, and embracing the tiny body with a longing that was very intense, we hugged tightly as if a year had never met, even though we had just separated greetings three days.

From birth to nearly two years of age, Dimas was always with me, only me and his father were close to Dimas, and his grandmother.

" How are you doing Nduk." asked the mother next to the wheelchair I was sitting in, the old hand extended to my head and stroked my head wrapped in the pasmina I was wearing.

" Thank God, ma'am, how did you know Mitha was here?" I asked the woman who had given birth to me, her own face looking at me filled with sadness.

" From the point she told me everything Nduk," Mother said with pity, then her eyes glazed over when she saw me.

" We just get in the car yuk, we just talk inside, let's be nice." Exclaimed Mr. Biyan to us who are releasing this longing.