Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. Tata Story 31's.
"What are you doing here, Van?!" hardik Mbak Queen in Lala's room.
"I should ask, why are you here?" asked Mas Gevan with his angry face.
Queen looked at me hatefully. While I hugged Lala while covering her ears. I don't want Lala to hear rude remarks from other people. His mentality was still not strong to withstand the pressure.
"You must have been seduced by this widow, right?" the accusation.
Sister Queen walked towards me with a dead red face and full of anger.
"Queen, out!" Gevan grabbed his wife's hand.
"No. I don't want to go out, I want to teach a lesson to this woman who doesn't know herself!" mba Queen's jolt rebelled as Mas Gevan pulled her out of Lala's nursery.
"Mama." Lala was crying in fear.
I just hugged Lala while rubbing her back and trying to calm my little daughter down.
"It's gonna be okay, honey. Don't cry" I said again.
I stared sadly at the porridge inside the bowl and the panda doll that Lala hugged. My heart was scratched in pain, just now Lala wanted to feel complete parental happiness. He must accept the harsh reality. Unconsciously I who had been trying hard not to cry, finally my tears escaped.
"Lala want to eat, son?" I wiped my tears violently.
"Mama, Lala wants to eat the same papa," lala's whine.
Akh shook his head. "Honey, from now on Lala should get used to it without papa. We can't stay with papa forever, son. Kan Mama has told Lala the same story, from now on we have to live even if only two," I explained patiently.
"Where are you going, Ma?" lala asked with tears still coming from her eyelids.
"Papa can't be with us anymore" I replied.
What Mas Gevan and I did today 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.
I think this reunion could bring a little happiness to Lala. However, in fact it actually makes my son like he lost his identity.
"Come, Lala eat first!" I said take the bowl with Lala's favorite chicken porridge.
The word father is the first love of his daughter, but not all. Because not everyone is so lucky. Lala was one of them, she had to lose her papa figure from a young age. The selfishness and lust of Mas Gevan has brought our son in suffering. If only time could be repeated I would not have met Mas Gevan and I would not have married him, but if I had not met my ex-husband Lala would not have been born in this world.
"Metal."
Lala and I smiled towards the entrance when they saw who was coming.
"Of Rey!" lala exclaimed with her bright face.
As usual every time Mas Rey always brings a hand for Lala. She considers Lala as her own daughter. He has also accompanied me a lot.
"What's Liat Om bringing?"
"Well, fruit. Lala likes it, Om!" exclaim Lala.
"It's Lala's fruit!" Mas Rey gave me the parcel she was carrying.
"Thank you, Om," said Lala happily.
"Ta," said Mas Rey.
"Yes, Mas?" I smile.
"Why?" Rey seemed to know that I wasn't okay.
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 finally learned to let go of Mas Gevan, not because I no longer love him. Not because my love is finished in my heart. However, I realized, loving her alone was not a natural love. I was killed in the throats of my chest and the anxiety of the memories covered in wounds. That's why I started learning to let go. Because, I know the best love will always come home but if Mas Gevan does not come, maybe he is destined to be a story that only deserves to be kept as a memory.
"It's okay, Mom," I replied.
Mas Rey sat on the chair beside me peeling off the apple peel for Lala.
"Gevan's problem again?" guess it.
I replied with a nod. "So Queen Ma'am came and got angry" I explained.
Rey looked silent and started thinking.
"Then?"
"She accused me of flirting with her husband" I replied smiling wryly. "Don't flirt, just look at Mas Gevan I don't have any taste" I'm honest. "I allowed Mas Gevan to come here for Lala's sake" I explained at length.
Rey nodded in understanding. "As long as Lala can be happy doing anything!" said it. "Mas will always accompany you" he continued.
"Thank you, Mum." I smiled broadly.
"If you need anything. Don't worry about it, Mas" he said again.
"Surely, Mas."
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. It even shows its true nature as if asking to go slowly.
Since I chose him I have learned to believe. Although many things sometimes try to make doubts. However, I understand I've put him into the most important person in my life. Someone who is learning to love. Someone I know is not perfect, but always tries to improve. I believe in his innermost heart it is not entirely mine. Just like I couldn't fully put my feelings on him in one piece.
"Ta" call Mas Rey again.
"What's up, Mom?" my many.
"Mas love is with you."
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