LET ME BE HAPPY
chapter 33

Adinda POV

I left Devin's office feeling out of the question. I was so angry that Devin yelled at me and wouldn't listen to my explanation. As long as I've known Devin, only this time he's been rude to me. The anger of Devin, never until he yelled at me.

Status-wise, I'm the one who should be defending, not Liona. I am Devin's legitimate wife, both legally and religiously. While Liona is only a lover who should retreat when Devin has tied a sacred promise with another woman.

It's not that I'm selfishly claiming Devin as mine, because that's the fact. Honestly, I'm tired of living a household full of pretense.

"Sir, ojek sir," I said to the old motorcycle taxi driver across the company.

"Look Neng, this is the helmet used first," he said, handing me the helmet to wear.

Immediately I got on the matic motorbike belonging to the ojek owner. The motor starts to drive off the base. Don't expect Devin to run for me, because it's impossible. These tears also feel dry and reluctant to drip.

"Sorry Neng, where are you going?" ask the taxi driver I am currently riding.

I flinched from my daydream. Right now I'm riding a motorcycle, not a car. How can I explore in the world of daydreams, if I fall? It's sick.

"To TPU Taman Indah yes, sir," I replied.

"Almost at the flower shop, sir," I said.

"Well, Neng," said the ojek's father.

Shortly after, the motorbike stopped at a flower shop. I went downstairs and went into the store to buy the flowers that were usually sown in the tomb and rose water as a complement.

The motorbike again split the streets that are not too crowded. After a while we arrived, the father stopped his motorcycle outside the funeral. I got down and took off the helmet I was wearing. Then return it to the taxi man.

"Sir, can you wait for me? I'll just be a moment" I asked

"Yes, it's okay, Neng. You wait in the shop, yes" said the father, pointing at the shop across the street.

"Okay sir, then I go in first," I said in a nod from the father.

I stepped into the cemetery. A week ago I met my dad in this place. He promised to visit me once a month, but now I miss him so much. Did you miss me there too?

"Assalamualaikum, Mother," I said to the mound before me.

I crouched down and started praying. When I finished, I began to tell stories like when Mother was alive, when she faithfully listened to my every complaint. Sometimes I pick up leaves that fall from the trees.

The sun is emitting its scorching light. The heat seemed to pierce the crown. I immediately got up and said goodbye to my mother to leave this place. In addition to feeling hot, I also do not want to make the taxi father too long waiting for me.

I walked out of the cemetery. Then approached the father who was coffee in the opposite shop. Gegas the father spent his coffee which only stayed half. Then we went back on the bike to go to the orphanage where the mother used to be cared for and raised.

From a distance I saw the orphanage children playing under the shade of the trees. The motor stopped at the roadside. I went down and paid the fare that I intentionally increased, as an expression of my gratitude because the father wanted to be bothered by me.

"Assalamualaikum Sisters" I cried when I got near them.

"Waalaikumsalam Brother Adinda," they answered enthusiastically, one by one they shook my hand.

"We miss the same brother."

"Yes, that's a big miss."

I just smiled at the words they said. In the past, I used to visit this place every time I had the opportunity. Ever since I worked alone, I've always set aside my hard work for them. However, since my mother died, I have not been able to visit this orphanage. In fact, now I'm visiting just bring myself.

"I'm sorry, sisters. My sister just came to visit. Sorry also yes, Brother's arrival this time without any hands," I regret

"What a hell, brother. Brother just came, we are happy," replied Arsilia, one of the children of the orphanage who was occupied by the other children.

"Oh yeah, is Hanum's grandmother around?" I asked them where the mother of the parlour was.

"There is Sis, there is inside," they answered in unison which made me smile at their compactness.

"Yes yes, Brother went in first, wanted to see Hanum's grandmother," I told them.

I stepped into a house building so spacious with many rooms here and there. I stepped in after saying my regards. I didn't see anyone in the living room. I headed to the kitchen, where I heard the adult chatter.

"Assalamualaikum," I said, stopping their conversation.

In this kitchen there is Hanum's grandmother and her two children, Aira's mother and Aisyah's mother. Melda and Mbak Feli, the children of Aira's mother. Mother Aisyah herself has one son who is now in college outside the city. They're preparing the ingredients for dinner tonight.

"Waalaikumsalam," they answered in unison.

I walked up to them and greeted them one by one. Then join them.

Without feeling the day is getting late. Grandma Hanum asked me to come to dinner together. I also agree because it has been a long time I did not feel the cooking of the home.

I intentionally didn't tell Devin because my heart was still upset. After all, he will not feel hungry because there is still food that is warmed only. Even if he does not taste, just buy it.

I went home after finishing praying. If only Devin had scolded me for going away without saying goodbye and then coming home until night, just ignore it.

I opened the apartment door, and the netraku looked at Devin sitting on the sofa facing the television. I am tired of arguing. I rushed to the room without looking or saying hello.

There were footsteps following me, but I didn't care. I went to the closet to get my clothes. I've taken a shower at the parlor, but it's uncomfortable not to change clothes. Then I stepped into the bathroom.

"Din," call Devin.

I stopped and glanced. Then I took my step towards the bathroom. It's up to Devin to think about me. I'm really tired and need a break.

I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas. I saw Devin sitting on the headboard while playing his phone. I stepped into bed to rest myself. I lay on my side and turned my back.

Devin got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Scroll from the tail of my eye Devin is carrying out his duties as a Muslim. Soon there was movement in the bed. Unexpectedly the burly hand was coiled around my stomach.

"Sorry," he whispered.

I pretended to sleep. I heard Devin's breath. It didn't take long for Devin to fall asleep. I also tried to close my eyes. I just wish tomorrow was so much better.