
"Mother" call me tomorrow morning. He just finished his morning prayers. Still veiled mukena, and I came even want to trouble him. "Dad said he had taken care of bail for Nara, so Nara could go back to Jakarta. Please Mommy tell Auntie, yes, if we're going back to Jakarta soon."
Of course my mother agreed and immediately said that when we had breakfast. Reza was stunned, because I didn't tell him that first.
"According to Oom, you better go to the police station first for a report, yes even though Nara has pocketed the permit. Just a formality so that... you guys understand, right, Oom means?"
I'm nodding. "Yes, Oom. Sure do. Go to the police station. And thank you, yes, Oom, Tant, and all my sisters, you have been kind enough to accommodate us here. I'm so sorry we've been troubling you."
"Ah, this is you, dear" said my aunt. "What a repot, we're family. Family is the main."
I gulped bitterly. I can barely make a sound. "Yes, Tant," I said in a trembling voice, "family is first." And I know, everyone is aware of my situation. I know, my eyes are also glazed. "Family is the main."
Fortunately, they all misinterpreted my melodramatic attitude. My sorrow they take my sentimental form for our togetherness and their concern for me. And I was thinking of myself, when my husband was proven to be lying, could I sacrifice - - to stand by my husband's side - for the sake of my children? Can I take her back and remarry her?
"Already, Honey. You can't be sad. The fear will affect your ASI production" my aunt said.
I just nodded and wiped my tears, while Reza who was sitting next to me stroked my back.
If you knew, Mom. I'm thinking about how sad my love life is because loving a hearted man is too weak like you. A man who can't set his heart on one choice.
After breakfast, I pump my ASI first, I don't want to take my kids out of the house. Not just thinking about cleanliness and health outside the home, but about the possibility that their father and mother might have a little quarrel when just the two in the car later.
And that's what happened, right after we got back to the parking lot after the report.
"Hopefully this means it's all done, yeah, honey."
I just nodded without looking.
"Darling, what's wrong? By the way..," she shrieked her voice. "From yesterday's day.this morning, even as we were leaving earlier, you kept quieting me. Why...?"
I still don't want to say it, but I feel the warmth of tears running down my cheeks. Finally Reza pulled me into his arms. He held me tight. But it just made my chest tighten. It hurts to imagine I would have to let go if our marriage contract had been broken.
I closed my eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. "Why, Mas? Why aren't you being honest when I ask you what happened when I passed out on the night of the murder? You didn't say that you pledged love to Salsya. You even hugged and kissed her one last time. Aye, right? You did that, right?"
She's speechless. And that's enough to answer my question that he-Reza Dinata, it's true to have done that and covered it up from me.
"You're evil!"
"I-i"
"That's a fact, right?"
"Yes, but--"
"Stop! Thank you." Thank you."
"Dear, listen-"
"Stop!"
"I had to."
"Stooooop... Don't you know? Stop that!"
"Listen to me first, it was me-time"
"We're finishing everything in Jakarta."
"Darling, I'm just-"
"Diaaaaaam.," I roared while closing my ears tightly. "We. Discussing. Later. At. Jakarta. Please, I want to go home."