Let the Heart Choose
Appreciate Me

Tone sitting in his room, the aroma of spicy fried noodles added to the fresh fragrance of instant noodles.

He began to shift his phone screen, lots of incoming call notifications along with hundreds of chats. And still pepper the same number.

Nada did not care about the thing that damaged her Mood, all she needed was quality time for her. Because a few hours later, his mood should improve for his two children.

He began to sip his spicy noodles, not feeling his tears coming back down. Even more than last night.

He remembered the dinner filled with laughter with Andra, yes .. every night Andra will always disturb the sleep of Nada.

He was always hungry at curfew, and Nada happily made him a meal. The most frequent is home-fried rice with potluck seasoning.

Given the beauty of the moment, and the moment is very inversely proportional. Makes the chest of the Tone more tight. He can't hold all his tears.

"Mas, why are you so bad?" nada lirih.

"Although your mother acted at will, but I never once held a grudge for her."

"I've never been around to explain everything to a neighbor."

"I've never demanded it with anything beyond your means Mas.''

"Why are you so much like me?''

Monologuing tone, her tears were unable to hold her anymore. The fragment of his umpteenth heart he arranged, this time crumbling already. No heart can be repaired anymore.

Nada decided to keep eating her noodles, she did not want to get sick the next day. He must stand on his own feet.

Not done with the meal, the phone Tone vibrated. To be honest he was still reluctant to answer her, but the phone kept shaking nonstop.

Tone throws his gaze at his phone, strangely there is no Andra name on it. But one name that never even contacted him.

The mood is still very chaotic, Nada prefers to silence and try to enjoy the spicy noodles.

No matter how long, right at 3 am. The door of Nada's room opened, Andra entered with a sad face, no chatter even greeted Nada who was right in front of her.

The comfortable atmosphere inside the room turned into engap upon Andra's arrival, Nada decided to leave the room, to avoid any more quarrels.

"Where are you going?" ask Andra without expression.

"Basak," replied a short tone

"At this hour?" ask Andra again.

"Then I have to do dong? Serving you who must have been served by women out there?" nada still turned her back to Andra.

Tears that have been hard-earned Tone resistant now plunge back, eyes that were swollen and difficult to open become very sore.

"I also ask for help, appreciate me. I also have a feeling, am I wrong to be angry and jealous.''

"Again, try to position it so I. Full emphasis every day, and the severity of having to be patient when her husband sleeps with other women. Imagine if I slept with another man, imagine if my body was next to another man's. Enjoy another man ..." said Nada, then let out a long sigh.

"Astagfirullah, Tone!'' andra said shrillly.

Tone twisted his body and melangakah approached Andra who was still standing. The round Tone's eyes turned narrow. His lips did not stop shaking.

"What ... now I have to think how? Try to explain, what I do not understand in this house," said Nada in his speech.

Andra stepped closer to Nada, her arms widened about to hug Nada. But soon on the edge by him.

"I don't like the smell of another woman on my body" Nada said.

"Rest, aren't you so tired. It's been a long night" said Nada stepping out of the room.

Nada's body feels weak, spicy noodles that are usually able to restore his mood, in fact even nil. He decided to take a shower, who knows. His messy face will be refreshed.

The tone melangakahkan entering the bathroom, one by one the cloth wrapped his weak body he opened. He sat on the faucet he was pouring.

Slowly Nada closed her eyes, trying to heal her own heart wound. One by one his shadows when he first met Andra twisted, like a beautiful memory that repeated again.

However, the longer the tone closed the eyes of the originally beautiful picture. Suddenly it hurts.

Slowly he opened his eyes, streams of water still wetting his body. He decided to take a shower immediately and hurriedly prepared Alif and Zaskia's breakfast.

Tone wrapped his weak body with a towel that was already hanging in the bathroom, he slowly stepped towards his room.

There was still Andra sitting on the bed, she sat pensively with a blank look staring at her two children.

Nada didn't care about it, she stared at the wall clock. A sense of surprise enveloped his heart when he saw the clock already showed at 4 am.

Turns out he was quite a while in the bathroom, he stepped into the closet and picked up a shirt and put it on. He sat cross-legged in front of the glass while drying his hair with a hairdryer.

Andra throws her gaze at Nada, so many things to say. But Andra still hesitated to say it.

"Mother's had a shower?" alif asked who had just opened his eyes.

"Mother's stomach is healed?" ask Alif to come back.

SERIATE....