Love In Sketches
The Wrong Decision?

"Andika, what's wrong with you?" Ask Mama Dewi who saw the face of her second son changed after meeting the older brother.

"If only disappointed with the attitude of Arya now." Answer Andika.

"Sister Arya became weak and gave up easily, Arya is not like before. Dika misses Dika's old sister, Ma." Andika continued with a choked voice. Mama Dewi's hand lifted, stroking her son's arm.

"When your brother is at the lowest point of his life. Please don't force it." Said Mama Dewi trying to give understanding to Andika.

"But Dika wants Arya's sister as she used to be, Ma. Arya's sister who is firm and also always invites Dika to argue." Dika rubbed his eyes that were ready to drain the clear liquid.

"When, it wasn't Mama's intention to defend your sister. But look at the problem from Arya's point of view, not from your point of view." Mama Dewi.

"Dika wants to encourage Arya. Dika wants Arya and Rubby's sister to be reunited. Because after all their marriage used to happen because of mistakes that Dika made. He wants to be responsible." Andika said, the young man lowered his face.

"The fool cannot be forced. But if Arya is a match with Rubby, they will definitely come back. You wish them all the best." Mama Dewi cupped her son's face.

"Already, Dika. You don't think too much about your brother, let time answer everything. You better focus on your wife, two months your son will be born, right? Have you prepared her needs?" Mama Dewi switched the conversation, she did not want Andika to continue feeling sad.

"Yes, we've bought some basic necessities for our son, Ma. The others will follow." Answer Andika.

"Yes, you better get home now. Accompany your wife. It's your day off, time for both of you."

"Yes, Ma. Then, Dika pamit first." Andika kisses the back of Mama Dewi's hand.

"Assalamuala'ikum."

"Getishalight."

Mama Dewi was still standing in front of the door, until Andika's motorcycle disappeared from her view. It was not long before a matic motorbike entered his yard. A hijab girl came down from there.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma." Greet Rubby while greeting Mama Dewi.

"Girisham, Rubby. You here? Is there something?" Ask Mama Goddess.

"Ep... No. gabe. Rubby just wanted to visit." Rubby answered with a smile on his face.

"Yes, let's go in." Take Mama Dewi to her ex-daughter-in-law.

Rubby threw her body on the guest sofa and Mama Dewi sat next to her.

"How are you, honey?" Ask Mama Goddess. Although Arya and Rubby have separated, Mama Dewi still considers Rubby like her own child.

"Better, Ma." The hijab girl answered while pulling both corners of her lips but her eyes could not lie. He then handed over a box of cookies that he had deliberately brought.

"Oh yes, Ma. Rubby bring chesse cake for Mama and..." Rubby stopped his speech, he bit his lower lip.

"Mas Firaz." Continue with shrewd. Mama Dewi smiled and accepted it.

"Thank you, Rubby." Say it and put the cake box on the table.

"Ma, how's Mas Firaz doing?" Rubby asked, the girl lowered her face.

"Arya's fine, Rubby. Thank you for still caring for him."

Mama Dewi raised the chin of the girl in front of him, the pair of neutrals behind the glasses was already flushed and glazed. Rubby could no longer hold himself back from crying. From earlier he tried to strengthen his heart, but finally his defense collapsed as well. Mama Goddess grabbed him into her arms.

"Don't cry, baby." The middle-aged woman gently rubbed Rubby's back.

"Rubby misses him, Ma..." Among the sobs.

"Why did Mas Firaz do this to Rubby? Even without the ink, Rubby sincerely if he had to care for and serve Mas Firaz for the rest of Rubby's life."

"Rubby, don't cry. If you're sincere about taking care of Arya, you should also sincerely accept her decision."

Slowly Rubby let go of his embrace and looked at Mama Dewi.

"Rubby tried to accept his decision, Ma. But Rubby can't lie to Rubby himself. Rubby had always hoped, Mas Firaz would pull his words back."

The Mama Goddess could only sigh. Here Rubby always wishes Arya back, while on the other hand Arya already feels inappropriate for Rubby again. God, why is it so complicated? Though it has been a few months since the word talak was spoken.

Meanwhile, Arya leaned her back on the door of her room. He could hear everything Rubby said because the room was right in front of the living room.

"We're separated, Rubby. Why do I keep making you cry? I even heard your own crying. Have I made the wrong decision? I just want you to be happy, but why would it be like this?"

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Her night. Rubby just arrived at his house after Isya.

"Assalamuala'ikum." He said while opening the door of his house.

"Getishalight." Mother Maya answered her greeting.

"You just got home, Rubby? Is there a lot of work at the cake shop?" Ask Mother Maya, because usually Rubby comes home at six in the afternoon.

"Rubby was to the house of Mama Dewi first, Mother." Answer Rubby as he is.

"You're going to the house of Mama Dewi?" Deuteronomy.

"Yes, Mother. Rubby delivered the cake there." Rubby answered honestly.

"Yes, now you clean your body. We're having dinner together."

"Yes, Mother. Rubby to the room first." Pamphitt.

Mother Maya also stepped in, took her cellphone located on the table and contacted someone.

"Hello, Dew." As soon as the call is connected.

"Yes, May. What's up?" Ask Mama Dewi behind the phone.

"Did Rubby come to your house?" Ask Mother Maya, she just wanted to make sure.

"Yes, May. Rubby delivered the chesse cake for us." Answer Mama Goddess.

"Oh, so? Did Rubby meet Arya there?"

"No, May. They don't meet, you should know that, May. Rubby was just chatting with me. Why the hell?"

"It's okay. I'm just making sure that Rubby's right in your house. Rubby came home late. I was just worried that something might happen to her."

"Rubby was right in my house. Um, May. Can't we help our children? I can't bear to, Rubby cried here long enough." Mama Dewi.

"Dew, I've been entertaining and advising Rubby a lot. But it does seem very difficult for Rubby to forget Arya." Mother Maya.

"You better persuade Arya. Maybe Arya can change her decision." Furthermore, it sounded Mama Dewi was throwing a heavy breath.

"Yes, I'll try. Yes, yes, May. I'm gonna get Arya some dinner first."

"Yes, Dew. Assalamuala'ikum."

"Getishalight." The two women closed their calls. Mama Dewi put her phone on the table, and returned to get food for Arya.

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*Here the story is Rubby was in love with Arya at first sight and Rubby was in love with Arya*

So it's no wonder that Rubby is so much the same Aryan, because the plot is like this.