
Again. It's a recurring story. Reza and I went back to living as far apart as they used to. And this time, after I made it through a day without Reza, it somehow felt bland. I don't feel sad, I don't cry, maybe because I believe in my husband. But I don't feel homesick either, I don't want to ask her to come home. My feelings are weird. Hollowly. Tasteless. I don't even feel hate. What's wrong with my heart? Maybe this is called numbness. I could even get through a week well. It's so good, though.
Every day Reza never forgets to send me a message. Even if the message is so-so. Do not forget to eat and say good night every night. I don't worry about him being away from me. Moreover, I know where he is, and eating him must be well taken care of. In her message Reza always said that she misses me and her children.
Realizing my heart was starting to become bland, it was precisely that that scared me. I'm afraid that I'm numb to the man I believe he's still my husband. Why does my heart refuse to ask him to come back?
I realize fully, this is not due to a sense of prestige.
At one time, I was talking about this with my mother, and I even asked her how she used to be when my father left home.
"Sama," he said. "And that's the danger. Farewell because there are big problems often creates a sense of comfort in being friends with loneliness. Comfortable because there is no quarrel. Why could that be? Why is it comfortable? Because you don't think about your husband: is he sad, is he lonely. You just think that he must be eating well and can sleep well. You don't think of him inwardly and psychically. Why, Honey? Revenge or divorce? You... Every time Mother talks, always avoid. Well, now even confusion yourself with your situation."
Why is the lecture so cornered? Long again.
"Mother instead of scolding you or blaming yourself, dear. Mother does not mean to corner you. Mother just does not want you to divorce just because the real problem can be solved. He is guilty. But he's not a traitor. He's not a cheat like your father. Your little heart says that, right?"
I nodded, and my heart confessed.
"After this you go to the room, look at your children, and ask your conscience: do you want them to grow up in a broken home?"
I'm shaking.
Okay, done. All the dirty dishes are done. It's time I ran away. I'd rather my mom nyerocos while looking back at me.
"Son...," he shouted.
I turned around, grinning. "What?" my many.
"The habit of escaping so!"
Smirking again....
"When do you want to get your husband home?"
"Emm. Nara thought again. Any more questions, Bund?"
"There's no question. Mother just wanted to say - so the widow is not good!"
Eh?
I don't want to either, Mother.....