Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. Tata Story 27's.
"Why not cook?" I asked the Queen.
He looked to breathe and then looked towards me. The woman was busy putting paint on her fingernails.
"You'll know that I'm pregnant and can't be tired. Yes you have cooked alone," he said looking at me cynically.
"Queen, just cooking is impossible to make you tired." I can't figure out what's on this woman's mind.
"Well, who feels everything I'm not you" he replied.
Queen is very different from Tata. My ex-wife always welcomes me every time she comes home. He prepared my food and needs.
I took the car keys and jacket and left Queen. In the car, I cried as much as I did. I'm stupid, I'm so stupid. I have given up the happiness I have just for the sake of a false love.
"I'm sorry, Ta. This is the law of karma for me."
Different people from the many hearts I met. Other than the look in his eyes, his arms, his smile and his whole body. I always fell in love with the way I looked at the world. But it seems too late the love that I felt was stirring in the chest has ended in a painful breakup.
The space he stored in his head, which he calmed down in his chest. He took care of her with all his soul. He said it was because he loved his world. For me, big dreams are always amazing. He doesn't care about being seen as crazy and imaginary. He believed that living without dreams was a poor fate because God had let him be born. That is why Tata likes to think outside the limits of humans in general. But it turns out that all the empty rooms that are filled will now return without occupants. It's too late, it's not the same anymore. Me and Tata would really be strangers in our household.
"I'm sorry I'm beating you up, Ta. I didn't find your figure in another human being."
Stupid, I'm stupid. Now, I regret all the mistakes I made myself. Though I was given a perfect wife like Tata but still I am not grateful to include a third person in our relationship.
If I could, I wouldn't want to know what's called love. I wish I could repeat all the stories for a long time. Because falling in love with Tata made me unable to really run. I chased him with the wind, on cold nights, on my incompetence to crush him, on my head hoping he would clench longs. She drowned herself in the corner of my chest many times. To embrace the shadow that torments me every time I want to go home. I could never walk any further, for to this day it is still in my head that I hope for it to be intact.
I got to the hospital and went down. Since separating from Tata I have become an unkempt figure. My life is as messy as my heart.
I walked through the hospital corridor with a blank and empty look. Tears fall. I, I want to see Tata and Lala. They are the power of the heart that is currently able to change my world.
I went into Lala's hospital room. I saw the two women in deep sleep. Tata clasped our daughter's hand while her head was rested on the lip of the bed.
"Tag." My eyes are back in tears.
"I'm sorry, Mom." Maybe an apology is a word she doesn't want to hear from my lips.
I sat on the side seat of Tata. I looked at the woman I had hurt. God, why is my chest so tight every time I remember everything I did to my ex-wife and our daughter, Lala?
"Metal." I bit my lower lip and held the sound that was about to come out of my mouth. "All because of Papa, son. You must be a victim of Papa's actions."
Does anyone know? Sicker than losing someone? Imagine a time when someone loved. He's the one on the side. However, his heart could never truly be possessed.
Happiness comes when feelings are reciprocated. The love he used to say was reciprocated by the same pronunciation, he also loved. He was soulful beside me. Make good plans with him. There was no one else in his heart. No love was flowing in his chest.
"May you give Papa one chance to make amends for all your mistakes? Papa promised not to hurt you, son."
The child is the victim of the divorce of his parents. Lala was among the victims. I am selfish and stupid to let go of my wife and child just for the sake of mere lust.
"Tag."
The courage to rub my ex-wife's head. He fell asleep comfortably while holding Lala's hand.
"You're the greatest woman I've ever known. Sorry, in the end Mas has betrayed the promise we have agreed to together," I said with regret. It felt really regretful to have thrown away precious gold just for the sake of useless trash.
Still same. The name of the woman who had left me was still embedded in the chest. I don't understand why I can't just forget Tata? We have been separated and separated, but this soul and body will not let go of the shadows that disappear in the heart.
Sometimes it is better to be a secret admirer. Keep hiding feelings for someone. From it, it was declared and only received a deep wound. However, I never regretted giving up all my feelings on Tata. In the end, it was just the hurt and the rejection that I got.
"Mas promised to heal Lala. I don't want you to be sad because you think about Lala being sick. Even if we're not together, Mas will make sure that you two will be okay."
After the rain is over, the leaves will again try to rise from the storm and water. And the sun is not tired of shining again. In life there are always strong people.
In time, the future is always replaced with readiness. Nothing makes this heart feel calm and comfortable there will always be worries when facing things that have happened beyond expectations. I don't know until when all these feelings will get better as before.
"Mas will make up for all of Mas's mistakes with you and Lala. You guys should be happy. You guys should be fine."
Seriate...