Fake Love's
Leaving Memories

Oma Ratih, and Aline wave after delivering Sandra from the meal.

Galen remained as usual cold and indifferent, no greeting of farewell from him.

Silent and lonely after the mourners and neighbors who helped take care of his mother's body were back in their homes.

There's only Bara. The man still faithfully accompanied Sandra.

Silence, there was no talk when Sandra and Bara sat across the sofa in the rented house where Sandra had lived all this time.

Want to start a conversation but Bara is confused where to start. Sandra was just silent with a blank look leading to a wheelchair that used to be in Almarhumah Miss Sarah. Until a call from Bara's cell phone broke the silence between the two of them.

"I picked up the phone first" Bara said without getting any reaction from the woman in front of him.

Bara got up and stepped out of the house to receive a phone call from out of whom.

Long enough Bara was outside, Sandra who from earlier was just quietly curious about the man who was still loyal to accompany her. He stood up, but did not dare to ask. Sandra heard Bara say to someone on her phone. He went back to the room to remember something he was going to give back to Bara.

"Return the time. I will be in office at three o'clock in the afternoon" Bara said as she glanced at the clock on her wrist."

After hanging up his phone, Bara turned around to enter Sandra's house again.

"Thank you for being with me until the funeral is over" Sandra said flatly, offering something in a brown envelope. It's the money he promised last night. The money was given this morning. Before Mrs Mariska came to Bara's apartment.

"This is the money I borrowed. It seems like this money is useless right now." Sandra grabbed Bara's hand turning her hand and then moved the ampoule with the money into Bara's palm.

"I don't want to owe you much. Thank you for helping me, I'm sorry... You better go home, I don't want people to misunderstand your long presence here."

"I'd better take you to Oma's! Didn't he ask you to stay with him."

Sandra shook her head slowly. "I want to be here!" serah Sandra's.

I was breathing heavily. He couldn't force Sandra. "You must need this money just think of it as--,"

"Baby because we slept together last night!" Sandra cut off Bara's words while smiling wryly in response

Actually Bara did not mean to offend last night. But Sandra talked about it.

Bara is determined to be responsible for his actions.

"I'm not going to ask for payment for that, we do it because we need each other. Although there is no feeling in it. So, you don't need any feelings of wanting to be responsible towards me. I'm not a good woman for you." Sandra said softly, it hurts. It has destroyed something that has not grown.

"Why are you talking like that!" As if not accepted.

"I'm self-conscious, Bara! Our status and status are different. True said your mother, every parent would want to get a good partner for his son. We are nothing, we are just caught in an inappropriate situation. Thank you! I don't need that money right now! I just need to be alone!" Sandra bowed respectfully to Bara then turned her back and entered her house leaving Bara who was sculpting without replying to Sandra's words.

Sandra stuck her back on the door leaf. Hope Bara gets out of his house soon.

Bara stared at Sandra and closed the door.

Why does destiny play tricks on my feelings.

When this heart tries to open itself to other women. And at the same time this heart was broken.

She left Sandra's house disappointed. Sometimes he looks back. Berharal Sandra had the same feelings as him.

"I'm sorry, Bara. I realize who this is. Not only to you but to anyone, I feel unworthy to share my heart." Sandra's body collapsed. He sat on the floor, bowing his head over his bent knee.

The crying broke again. Sandra felt like a lowly woman. Twice engaged in a forbidden relationship without the bond of marriage. Makes him feel more sinful.

"I want to catch up with you, Mom!" lirih Sandra with sobs.

***

Last night was the seventh night of Ms. Sandra's death. The tahlilan event is over. And this morning Sandra made her pilgrimage to a cemetery not far from her home.

Crouching in front of the mound of land that is still red. The flowers on the ground looked withered.

Sandra began to sprinkle flowers and water that she brought from home. The water of prayer from the seven-day recitation of her late mother. Sandra began a short prayer of prayer for her mother. After that he smiled sweetly while holding a board that was stuck on a mound with the inscription name Sarah Amalia, the full name of her mother. Below it is also written the bint of the grandfather and the date of birth and death was recorded on the simple tombstone.

Ma'am... How are you doing? What the hell are you doing there?

Although this heart has sincerely let go of you, but this soul seems fragile there is no body of yours at my side.

Only with you every day I am excited to go through the day, to sacrifice anything so that you can continue to defend against your pain.

Never caring about the heart's most important desires can save yourself from the pain that gnaws at your body.

Now, Mom is calm. The pain has gone away. Leave Sandra here alone, ma'am.

I have to be strong, live my own life without you.

Sandra's mind was silent.

Not feeling the warm courting light hit his body indicates he has been almost three hours at the funeral.

Sandra remembered today that she would join Pak Budi to Bandung, a person who had been good to Sandra and Miss Sarah.

"Mom... Today I went to Bandung. I can't stay in Jakarta. It hurt so much to me. Sorry if I would rarely visit my mother's meal. But Sandra promised she'd make time here." Sandra held a headstone made of wooden boards that had been written it occasionally kissed him. trying her hardest to mengikhlaskan more again because today is her last day in Jakarta.

Sandra leaves the funeral with a sad feeling. Arriving at home, Mr. Budi and Ms. Miran were already preparing with some luggage in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I've been in mom's grave for too long" Sandra said.

"No pa-pa... The car has not yet arrived!" sahur Bu Mirna's. "Where's the bag you're going to take Sand?"

"Some time, I'll take it, Mom!" Sandra went into her house.

Last night Sandra had prepared the clothes she was going to bring. Some of the valuable items in his rented house he had already auctioned at a cheap price. Like television, refrigerator and electronics that are still good have been sold auctioned while the others he gave to the neighbors who want to receive the used goods.

When Sandra was about to leave her room. He saw a hoodie hanging behind the door. Bara's clothes. Sandra smiled mirically remembering it.

"It turns out I'm nobody" Sandra murmured considering the last time she was with Bara.

From the first day her mother died, Bara no longer met her. They never met again after that. He was busy with his new company. Companies that produce processed food and beverage products.

Only Oma Ratih and Aline who several times deliver food to help tahlilan event.

Oma Ratih also repeatedly invited Sandra to live with him in his house, not at the residence of Vijaya. But again Sandra refused subtly. Unwilling to make the middle-aged woman feel disappointed.

Sandra only promised that she would always come to visit him if Oma Ratih was in her own house. Sandra had avoided meeting Galen. Aline had already spoken to him. He and Galen had forgotten everything that had happened.

The call from Mr. Budi makes Sandra must immediately prepare. He pulled Bara's hoodie. He intends to take her.

Mr. Budi, Ms. Mirna and Sandra boarded a travel car that had been chartered before leaving the city of Jakarta which is full of sad memories for Sandra.

***

Three weeks passed, Sandra was happy with her new activities at this time.

Leaving Jakarta with many memories with her late mother Sandra went to a new place, where she became a supervisor for some mothers who were milking cows on a farm owned by Mr. Braja.

Sandra is lucky to have a neighbor like Mr. Budi. He was a native of Bandung, seeing the sadness and downturn experienced by Sandra. Pak Budi took him to Bandung with his wife because the old man was no longer working as a driver.

Pak Budi chose to return to the city of Lembang to continue the business he built from the proceeds of his severance pay.

Sandra helps bring the slow results that some working mothers can milk cows manually into a clean container for her to strain.

Sandra filters milk with a filter cloth to separate the fur, dirt, or food waste that goes into the milk. After that the milk is measured with a pen tool, move the milk into a container or clean plastic bag.

Milk is also available for sale.

Sandra is very comfortable and likes her new activities at the moment, despite the salary she gets just a little but enough to support herself.

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