IT'S ME YOU HURT
A heartbreaking cry

Ah, I'm very motivated by this ojol driver's mother. Although already widowed, he has a high spirit for the survival of his life and his two children. I also have a son who is an encouragement to my life. I will fight for Ziva, even if I have to widow the important thing I am not hurt anymore because of the actions of Angga and his family.

Ah granny, I suddenly remembered Mas Angga's grandmother. I've missed him. We have not met for 3 days. I didn't see him at Angga's house either. If I could take you to live with me and Ziva, I would take good care of you. But of course I have no right to bring Grandma Mina with me. I love him so much.

Although to others grandmothers are useless, only bullies and trouble makers, but not to me. For me grandma is my best friend and peghibur at the Angga mas house.

I woke up from my daydream when the bulge I was riding stopped in front of my house.

"Mom, can you please wait for me to come inside for a second?" My toot.

Driver's mother nodded her head and smiled. I went straight into the house and picked up my wallet that was left in my room. I rushed out and paid the fare to driver ojol's mother.

"This is Mom, I'm a little more." I added 20 thousand from the fees listed on the application.

"It's mostly mbak."

"What not. It's Ibi windfall. Easy to hope his work is a blessing to the family." I sincerely pray for him. Yes, although at this time I am also still in short supply but I am very happy to still be given the opportunity to share. Driver's mother Ojol was very grateful and went to continue her work again.

*****

It did not feel like a week had passed since the incident I met with Raya and Mas Angga.

This afternoon, after putting Ziva to sleep I replaced my father to guard the shop. Keeping a stall is not difficult, just sitting waiting for buyers to come while I read novels on my favorite online reading application.

Actually my job in this house is not much. My father, mother and sister were used to doing homework, so I just focused on taking care of Ziva and saw that there was something I could do to help. Like this time, I told dad to take a break, and take his place to guard the stall.

"Good day!" I heard greetings from across the street, at the door of my living room.

I returned his greeting. I went there to see it. Looks like that came a stranger, not our family or neighbors of the home complex

"Can anyone help?" Ask me politely.

"I'm an employee of the court office, ma'am. Can you meet Reyna's mother Princess Rahayu?"

Deggh! My heart stopped for a while, don't-don't....

"I'd like to give you an invitation to her divorce hearing."

It was expected that Mas Angga would immediately realize what he said. But this fast? My legs are shaking, my body is limp, fortunately behind me there is a sofa that I can immediately sit on.

"Yes, I'm Reyna sir." I answered and let him sit down.

He then explained the contents of the letter, the time and place of the execution of my divorce trial. I just nodded, unable to say.

After delivering the contents of the letter verbally, Mr. from the court office asked for my signature for the receipt of the letter and left my house, leaving me alone to sit while looking at the letter in my grasp with a blank look.

When I got married to Mas Angga I hoped that marriage was the first and last of my life. I never thought my marriage would end in divorce.

These tears do not stop falling down this cheek. This heart is so sick, so sick, and this chest is so tight to remember my husband's betrayal. Like there are dozens of knives stuck in my heart. Like glass falling and breaking to pieces, so is my heart, my life and my home.

I spilled all these flavors through tears without being able to make a sound. I'm really scared if my parents or Gina hear me cry. They were even very sad when they found out that Angga was having an affair, and wanted to get married again. I don't want to add to their heart's sadness at hearing me cry.

Yes, this heart is not as easy as turning the palm. I realized this was a process from God that I had to go through. I will not ask God to take away my suffering. But I pray that God will enable and strengthen me to face it. Right now I just want to cry, cry for a moment.

I then wiped my tears, and began to regulate my breathing. I must be strong for the sake of my son Ziva, that is my hope and motivation to be able to rise from this slump.

****

Regina Pov

Ever since Reyna came to this house a few days ago, I've heard strange noises almost every night. Like the sound of someone crying but being held back, it is heartbreaking to hear it.

I feel sorry for Reyna, she's a very nice person. Ever since I was a kid I never saw him angry at anyone else. The person is quiet, yet looks elegant with his friendly bearer.

One night I was very surprised when my father woke me up and told me to move to sleep in Reva's room, it turns out there was Reyna's sister who came in the middle of the night rather at dawn.

I heard from mom, for a while Reyna and Ziva's gonna be staying here. She said Reyna's husband was having an affair and was planning on remarrying. Oh my God, it's true that her husband, sister Reyna, is like a male actor in an online novel that I often read. Hopefully, Reyna will also get happiness like the main character in the novel!

I've been happy since Reyna's sister, the house doesn't feel lonely anymore. Moreover, there is a cute little Ziva with his clever babble plus his beautiful face makes people anxious if they see it.

This afternoon while I was working on my college assignment from the room of Brother Reva who was now my room as well, I faintly heard the sound of cries being held back. Sounds more heartbreaking than any sound I've ever heard before. I went out and went to see.

I saw Reyna's sister sitting holding something in her hand. Reyna's sister looks like she just cried, and has started to catch her breath.

"So what's going on?" I asked with my heart while sitting on the same sofa beside Reyna.

Reyna suddenly hugged me while continuing to regulate her breath. Looks like Reyna's sister is trying not to cry anymore.

I returned his embrace tightly, like transferring my strength for her. We then looked up, I took the letter slowly being held by brother Reyna and read it. Justright. This is what makes Reyna cry.

"Sister, divorce is not a failure. Divorce is just the end of the story between Reyna and Mas Angga. A story has a beginning and an end, right?!"

"After this story is over there will be a beginning for a new story. The spirit, brother! We will always be by your side, supporting and praying for you!" I said while holding his hand.

Ah good thing I just read a novel about the theme of divorce, so I can copy the word she said.

Actually, even though I was young and unmarried, I preferred to read novels with household themes because the conflict was more stressful than the romance of young people. Hehe.