Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 3's. Not that easy.
What I and Mas Bintang live this heart we never planned before. Suddenly time brought us back together after a few days apart. We agreed to separate well, even though in the end only get hurt because there is still love in the heart. Learn to develop feelings for new people. We learn from each other. I try to understand the love that once stirred in my chest. Trying to put the past aside. Trying to cultivate new feelings in order to grow bloom beautifully. But in reality forgetting is not that easy.
"Sister, don't daydream." Naro patted my shoulder.
"Eh, yes." I'm appalled.
"It's over, let's go down" Naro asked.
I'm nodding. The daydreaming preoccupation made me forget when I got to our luxurious house.
"Where's Daddy with Mama, Ta?" ask Naro.
"House of Om Langit and Aunty Dusk," replied Tata.
"What are they doing there?" ask Naro.
We sat in the living room. There was a long breath coming from Naro's mouth.
"No idea, Brother. He said it was important, " replied Tata while leaning comfortably on my shoulder.
My parents are very close to Father Sky and Mother Dusk. Even before me and Mas Bintang were betrothed they were indeed close. Said Daddy, Daddy Sky his high school friend first. After college they split up, Daddy went to business management while Dad went to medical school.
"Sister." Tata leaned on my shoulder.
"Hem, why?" I rubbed the chest head that was leaning on me.
"Don't be sad. Later Tata is also sad," he said that managed to make me also chuckle slowly.
"No, my brother is no longer sad" I said.
"But Big Brother's face looks sad" Tata said too honestly.
It's impossible if I'm not sad after separating from the man I love so much. It's impossible if I don't shed tears when you have to be separated because of his selfishness.
"Sir, Naro enter the room first" said Naro.
I replied with a nod. My sister's face looked tangled, I don't know what was the burden on her mind? Is Naro heartbroken too? Who knows if secretly all this time he has a lover. Understand my brother is hard to guess.
"Sister, how are you and Rimba?" ask Tata.
I was surprised when my sister asked about Rimba. Though all this time I did not want to tell how close I was to the businessman. If the problem of romance, I rarely tell others and seem closed.
"What relationship?" kilahku.
Rimba and I are close but we have no special relationship, even though he has often said he loves me. But I have not answered his feelings and that does not mean I hang but I am not ready to open my heart to a new person. I even often ask Rimba to refuse if he can't wait for me.
"Son't you going out or not with Rimba?" ask Tata again.
"Oh deserved. You see, Tata accidentally saw Kak Rimba as a woman continues to carry the baby, Kak. They seem to be from a hospital or not a clinic" explains Tata.
I'm silent for a moment, baby? What does baby mean? Sis Rimba and Putri did say goodbye to me and Naro but we do not know where they are?
"They're like a small family, sister," Tata continued. "Is that Rimba's son? Has Rimba been married and had children?" babble Tata without dots and commas. Set this if you talk like a sewing machine, very smoothly. Even sometimes Daddy grumbled because of his original speech.
I paused for a moment to hear the words and expressions of Tata. Is it true that Rimba is married? Then why has he been approaching me all this time? Even Kak Rimba so blatantly that he loves me and will not give up fighting for his love for me. Who is that girl and baby?
"Sister enter the room first. To clean themselves. After this we prepare dinner," my uncle stands up and grabs my bag.
"Yes, Brother" said Tata.
I walked into my room. To be honest, Tata's words made my feelings a little disturbed. However, all this time, I and Rimba brother were close even though they could still be said pedekate.
"Morum." I took a deep breath.
I threw my bag and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling of the room and contemplating destiny and fate that is not as lucky as others.
"Papa."
I held my chest and permeated Papa's presence. If he were here I would love to hug him and say that I am very tired of my life.
"Pa, Nara's kangen."
Yes, I miss my Papa. The figure of a great man who was willing to lose his life for me. The man who loved me to the end. I have lost that figure forever. It has even been decades, but my soul seems to be blown away by reality.
"Pa, there's a lot to tell Papa. Right now Nara needs a hug, Pa. Nara is tired of living this life alone. Nara's tired, Pa."
I have no shortage of parents. Daddy loves me like a real father. My mother looked at me like a child. I even felt so happy being born among parents who loved me so much. However, I still miss my Papa's affection.
"Pa, can Nara also go after Papa there? Can Nara live with Papa? It's cruel here, Pa. There is no justice here. Nara's life isn't as happy as anyone else."
The word father is the first love of his daughter, but not all. Because not everyone is so lucky. I was one of them, I lost Papa from a young age. Papa married secretly with Aunt Lucia, then we moved because Mama and Papa decided to divorce. Since then the figure of Papa is no longer the most comfortable place for me to go home. Honestly, I envy seeing people who can still see his papa. Can be spoiled with his papa. While I have to swallow the bitter pill while Papa is gone for good.
"Pa's."
I looked at the photo above the nightstand. Then I got up and sat down to grab a worn-out photo that had been past a dozen this year. My mom and dad are still husband and wife there. Naro and I were young and had degrees as children in elementary school. We seemed happy by embracing each other.
"Pa's." I slowly sip this almost invisible figura if I don't take good care of it.
"Part yourself well there. See you at the best point according to destiny. Hopefully in the second life, Nara can still live with Papa again."
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