Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 3's. Go away
I put my stuff in my suitcase. After this I will go home before the divorce trial of Mas Bintang and I in court.
I sat down for a moment, my delicate hand slowly grabbed the figura and stared fixedly at the photo. I sighed my eyes immediately in tears, clearly visible tinge of destruction and disappointment that incarnated into hatred. Dots of tears rolling from the beautiful kerling of my eyes. Our wedding photo was Bebe a while ago. I looked happy with a big smile and big teeth. While my husband Mas Bintang is expressionless and there is no smile at all on his handsome face. It should have been since then that I realized that our marriage relationship would not have had a long life.
"Thank you for being in my life, Mom. Sorry for a lot of things. I finally gave up on the love I wanted to fight for. Thank you for the six months we spent together. Sorry, I can't be a good wife to you. I'm sorry, I can't provide the love you need. Maybe our farewell leaves sorrow but this is the best way before it really hurts."
I put the figura back on the nightstand. Then I closed this suitcase after putting in some important things that I would bring home to Daddy and Mama's house. I took a long breath and then looked at the room with a large enough size. This room has been a silent witness to my cries at night with dim lights and drowning nights.
I smiled wryly. Whereas in the prayers and hopes that are still left behind, I want to be with Mas Bintang and knit dreams and hopes about our love both. But I made a promise I made myself.
I dragged my suitcase and got out of the room. My step stopped for a moment when I found out that my husband did not want to find a housekeeper just because he wanted to make me as a maid who takes care of the house and the needs of the husband.
"Nara."
I looked at the voice that called me. I forced a smile as my husband walked with his sad and frail face. Lie, if I don't feel the thump when I'm with him. Lie, if I don't miss it and want to have it. All those feelings were there but I was instantly slapped by the fact that soon we would be ex-husbands and wives.
"I'm saying goodbye, Mas" I said.
The stars stood right in front of me. His towering body made me have to raise my head to reach his face.
"Is there no luxury for me?" he still asks the same question.
A shadow a few dozen years ago flashed in my head. Where Papa asks for a second chance from Mana not to divorce him. However, at that time there was no second chance and in the end Papa and Mama separated to death who could not unite them again.
"Sorry, Mom." I forced a smile.
I'm sorry for so many things if I look selfish and don't want to give my husband a chance. I really can't forget the pain that's been racked up in my heart.
"Nara's...."
"I'm saying goodbye, Mas. Take good care of yourself."
I waltzed away leaving him with the suitcase in my hand. Does anyone know if my heart is broken from having to let go of this love that I want to have with all my heart and soul? Does anyone know how I crashed into the rubble of destruction in a soul that turned into pain.
Mas Bintang may have forgotten the important days we have been through, even if only a glimpse in my bow. He never really wanted to go through a long day while still by my side. The roads we have taken. For all the memories that once made us feel completely intact. But to me, everything remains the same. All loss is still something I want to have. Things that can never escape, even though for him all may have run aground. These days are repeating in my head. On the same dates, in the same atmosphere of morning and dusk, in every puff of air that is not able to make the longing subside. Right on our wedding date, I decided to split up and choose to live each other's lives.
"Have, Brother?"
"Already" I replied.
"here, Brother. Let Naro put the suitcase in," Pinta Naro took the suitcase in my hand and put it in the trunk of the car.
I smiled warmly closing the slashing wound. The sisters I care about value me as the oldest person they should respect and respect.
"Please come in, Princess." Naro opened the car door for me to enter.
"Thank you, sister" I replied and entered.
I stared blankly out the car window. The density of the city of Pontianak with the dust spreading made my chest back congested. The change of seasons made my body's endurance as tested. Especially in a lot of thoughts like this. Actually I was a little worried that the change of seasons would make some of the particles in my body unable to cooperate.
"Not keep daydreaming. Later also get a bride," said Naro while chuckling.
I exhaled a rough breath. I haven't told Daddy and Mama about my household. However, Tata who has a mouth like a basin has complained since knowing me and Mas Bintang is not okay. Especially when we know we're getting divorced. Daddy asked me to go home.
"How did Daddy and Mama respond?" my question shifted the conversation while glancing at my sister.
"If Mama looks shocked. Daddy is relaxed as usual. You know for yourself, don't Daddy calm down? That's why he asked Big Brother to go home before the divorce trial for Big Brother and Mas Bintang" explained Naro while driving.
My sister this one is actually very cold and difficult to talk to but if she is with me she will be warm and gentle. Naro can be said to be a cold man untouchable, a woman problem he is very selective and even at the age of 23 he has never been dating at all. Not that no woman approached him, it was just that he was putting up a separation wall for women who were not his choice.
"Is Mama sad?" ask again. Mom is the most important person in my life. I can't watch him cry.
"Yes, Brother. Mama is very sad. But you don't have to worry, Mama understands exactly how you feel," Naro said calmly.
"I'm not afraid of being a burden on my mind" I said with teary eyes.
"No, Brother. Brother don't forget that Mama also experienced what you feel," explained Naro rubbed my arm.
I wrapped my hand around Naro's burly arm and laid my head there. My sister has grown up since childhood, when she was more rational than my problem.
"Silent brother, Naro."
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