Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. The Tata Story 20.
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 his arm, 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. It even shows its true nature as if asking to go slowly.
"It's better, Mom?" Mr. Rey held out her handkerchief.
I immediately grabbed the handkerchief and wiped my tears violently. Damn, why did these cheap tears fall. I like durian in the outside look very strong and full of thorns but once on the sides even the contents are soft and sweet sometimes brittle without taste.
"Sorry, Sir. So you see my sadness," I said.
"It's okay. Gevan is my brother" he replied.
"Yes already, sir. He said he wanted to take me to see Sherly's sister?"
"Come, Mom."
We both came out of my room. I don't know what Sherly's sister wanted to say to call me to the hospital?
"Sir, I called Kak Naro first to catch up," I said to loosen the flat object and send a message to my brother.
I'm not sure if Brother Naro wants to see Brother Sherly. Because from the story I heard, it seems like he really hates the woman who was once his ex-lover. I understand what Kak Naro feels because I am also now feeling how painful it is to be betrayed by a person who is loved wholeheartedly.
"Just use my car, ma'am."
I nodded in agreement and got into Mr. Rey's car.
"Don't forget to put your seatbelt on, ma'am" he warned.
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Rey is a young businessman. The company is in different cities. While both of his parents were highly respected officials. However, I was astonished at the transitional age that he was so mature he was not married. I don't know what the relationship is like with Brother Sherly, but they seem to love each other. I wish Sherly's sister a good recovery and a happy life with Mr. Rey.
I went back to daydreaming and stared blankly at the windshield of the car. Ten years ago it was still ringing in my head when Mas Gevan proposed to me on his 23rd birthday. After I finished my education at one of the top universities.
The painful particles of falling in love are when it is forced to let go of someone so loved. I have been hurt many times but still love the wrong person. Sometimes it's true said people, if you want to be thin love the wrong person, then your body will experience a slump. Whether it is due to reduced appetite or diseases that accumulate in the body.
I fought for Mas Gevan. However, it was only sad that he left me. I thought we were defending each other, before it turned out that this was all I wanted. Then he said stay strong without her. Stay strong on dreams. So what does this togetherness mean? If only I were the only one who felt. Is he happy in a way that doesn't make me happy? Does he know how to forget it? The parts of her and I've been traveling, are pieces that have possessed the pilu.
"Don't daydream, Mom," said Mr. Rey.
"Sir, I don't think you should call Mom. I feel old" I said.
"Then what should I call you?" ask her with a frown.
"Then don't call me father, just call me name" he said.
"It's not polite, I just call Mas" I said.
"It's up to you" Rey said.
"Oh yes, Mas. I'm still wondering if Sherly wants to see me?"
"Now, by the way, I've used you" Mas Rey teased.
"Mas, I'm adjusting. It feels a bit awkward and awkward to wear me. Too formal, right?" my word.
Mas Rey chuckled softly. I know this is how he closes a wound. Especially thinking of his future wife who is still sick and fighting against death.
"You are just there." Mas Rey bobbing heads.
"Eh, Mum. Mas same Gevan cousin, why I never saw you guys familiar huh. Though I married Mas Gevan for ten years but I just found out that you are brothers" I said.
"Since long ago, I was the same Gevan never familiar. Since childhood I have never been here and the focus of school in Jakarta is the same Oma from Mama. So, it's mature here" explained Mas Rey.
I must have heard his explanation. Mas Rey is not as cold as I see, although his face is a little flat and not much different from Mas Gevan.
"Oh yeah after this what's your plan?" tanyanya.
"Nothing, Mom. I just want to make Lala happy and be everything."
He and the things we've been through are reasons for me to stare at this world. Although some plans seem threatened as mere memories. But my heart can never be denied. I never really got away from everything about him. Everything I ever dreamed of. Something I have retained to this day. I still fight.
How could I possibly leave, if only he was still someone who stayed at heart. The one who with all my anxiety let settle there. Expect it to be the same. Can look into his eyes for long. He can keep his heart whole soul. And don't want to go anywhere when he's been traveling. I will accompany him even in the worst situation he has. However, it was a pity that all the wishful thinking had been lost along with all his betrayals.
"It's better than you keep thinking about a man who doesn't think about you at all. It would be better for you to prepare everything for your child later. I'm sure someday you'll be happy whether it's with someone or staying a single parent."
Someone who has ever existed will not be removed just like that unless memory loss. No human has really grown up without someone in the past. Inevitably, loss is one of the things that makes humans learn to accept reality. I understand that. Something that makes me not hate. Sometimes I want to tell him. That longing that develops in the chest is a proof that I still very much and really love him. Getting back together is an impossibility. So do my feelings for Mas Gevan but I believe slowly everything will be fine again. Daddy said, I'm just used to living with Mas Gevan not being able to live without him.
I still occasionally talk about it in my head. I think that's only natural. I can't deny, the things that once existed, occasionally came as mere guests. It's okay, it's just a matter of memories passing through the head. I will soon forget again.
I hope he really manages to forget me, even though I don't expect that to be true. Like I'm all right now without him, though I don't know what it's going to be like after this. I was already in phase; it turned out that her loss wasn't as scary as I thought it was. Everything that once felt so painful, has now healed again and made me ready to rise.
Seriate....