Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. Tata Story 19's.
There are a few things from falling in love that end up overwhelming someone. Fighting for all hope alone, for example. Something that should have been brought to life by both, faced by itself. That kind of thing that will slowly kill love even though some love is too strong, still survive even though dying. Some choose to die rather than languish themselves. There are people who hold up to survive even though many times their feelings are sad to pieces. There are people who love blindly, no matter how many times they lie but still choose to believe.
However, time can never be guessed. Sometimes feelings are tested by things that are never imagined. The things that make it weak seem not strong to defend each other. Not that weak. But life always has unexpected things. Sometimes the heart feels doubted by the conditions and circumstances. I understand, there's a lot of things I can never do for sure. All I know is that I'm just trying my hardest.
"Why did Mas Gevan's nature change with me? That must be because you fucked him, right?" tuding Ma'am Queen.
"If the husband changes. Why am I being blamed, Mom? Ma'am introspecting himself dong, it's possible that Mas Gevan is tired of the same hole, Ma'am," I replied ketus and deliberately heated up this caterpillar so that he realized he was dealing with a female elephant.
I'm not at all daunted by his bluff. I want to laugh at this woman. Moreover, his stomach was half-enlarged then casually came and complained that I had teased the former man. Huh, make my emotions rise to the crown.
"You.." - furious, Sister Queen.
I flicked my hair back. If only there was no Mr. Rey here, I would have wanted to rub the face of this woman who does not know herself so that she realized that she was the actor.
"You'll see my revenge later! I'm not going to let Gevan come back with you" Queen Ma'am said.
"Yeah, Ma'am. I don't want to be free either, ma'am. Sorry I don't like old stuff. I like fresh stems" I chuckled mockingly.
Mr. Rey held back his laughter when he heard my words. Huh, I am not afraid of this woman at all. Especially when he said that I was the actor who would take Mas Gevan back. Sorry to say, until the equator moved to Jakarta too I would never want to. The trash I threw away I won't take it back.
"Sir, you'd better get out of here, "push Mr. Rey.
"I have nothing to do with you, sir. You are a guest here!" gertak Mbak Queen pointed at Mr. Rey's face.
"I'm a guest, so I speak. The guest must be polite the same who has a house, Ma'am," said Mr. Rey calm and not at all disturbed by the screams of the mother.
Queen Ma'am passed from my room with a dead red face and full of anger. Hoh, he thinks he can bully me with that. Never will, because I'm not a woman who can be beaten just like that.
After Queen's departure I was sitting limp on the sofa. After all, Gevan is the man I still love. But why are they still interrupting my life after we split up and got separated.
I know that happiness is a choice, even though there is really nothing a human can choose. No one can be a certainty. Life is really a group of anxieties, a group of disguised fears. A strengthened fear.
And I finally chose to give up fighting for the love I had always wanted to get. There was no intention to leave because of love but this is how I erase all the chest-strewn memories.
I'll try to forget Mas Gevan. Although every time I say that sentence there's happiness missing from my chest. He could actually make everything that was originally fine crumble immeasurably. He managed to get me into that part of his life. Then I feel important there. Suddenly he chose to get rid of me with great heart. He played too sweet. I never thought that everything was called love. No more fuel to heat memories. Mas Gevan destroyed all the future that Lala and I carved together. All the dreams that will never be realized.
"Mom's okay?" Mr. Rey wiped my shirt.
Immediately I wiped the tears. I am a woman who often feels pain. I was completely helpless after knowing the truth.
"I'm fine, sir," I said.
"No need to think about it anymore. They're Mom's past and it's time for Mom to set the future with Lala."
What Rey said is true. I need to focus on Mas in front of me and Lala. While Mas Gevan is a past that I must forget.
"I love my ex-husband, sir," I said, biting my lower lip withholding tears that began to flood in my cheeks.
"I know, Mom. But life is long. Mom is young. I'm sure one day you'll find someone right."
Someone who's right? For me there is no longer the right man to be my future companion. I'd rather live like this, wouldn't it be happy not to get married? I don't even believe in love anymore. For me, there is no truly sincere love other than someone willing to sacrifice for the person he loves.
Because falling in love is things that are not always able to be called by the word; sometimes only incarnate eye-to-eye and degup in the chest. So, I just leave all this frozen lips in the face of his eyes, in the span of your arms, on the small talk that I hold so as not to quickly pass. I, have tried brokenly cursing the time holding you back with all the rumbling in my chest. Something I ended up concluding as a longing.
Some things in this world sometimes look funny and feel funny. It could be that today someone is in love with his lover. Start to feel comfortable and make various plans. Everything goes with it should. Work more vigorously. Sometimes you have to know there is a bigger responsibility. Who would have guessed, however, that thing was earnestly fought for. Apparently not doing the same thing at all. In fact, removed, drained, taken for granted. Then, someone called love. Even showing his true nature as if asking to go slowly
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