Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. The Tata Story 40 (Ending)
A few years later..
I rubbed my belly with a happy smile.
"Darling!"
Mas Rey came with a glass of fresh milk and my favorite fruit soup.
"Mas" I smiled sweetly.
"It's the soup it's finished" he said smiling knots as he sat beside me.
"Thank you, Mom," I said, taking a bowl of fruit soup.
"How are you?" tanyakanya.
"Healthy, Mum."
Time just keeps passing by quickly. It feels too short. After I was heartbroken at losing Mas Gevan and Lala. Mas Rey came to be a wound healer and gave me a reason to live this bitter life.
Is nothing in this world eternal? Including togetherness. The departure of Mas Gevan and Lala did indeed reduce the deepest wound, thus making me a woman who does not know the direction and purpose of life. However, I realized everything would continue to run like clockwork. Nothing can stop time or just bring back someone who can't be a guest. Therefore, I am trying to accept the winning path of destiny chosen by God for me.
"Here let's get a bribe!"
Mas Rey, I've been married to her for the past year. He managed to convince me of rain and rainbows. That rainbows will appear after rain falls upon the earth. Who would have thought, I who used to have uterine reversal surgery at the birth of Lala, can now have children again.
"Nake?"
"Enak, Mommy. I like it" I replied.
Mas Rey chuckled softly. This is my life companion. My husband's. A patient man accompanies me in both liking and. As long as I mourn the passing of Mas Gevan and Lala. Mas Rey never once left me, although maybe my arrogant attitude and often refused to leave a wound in his heart. But Rey never gave up. He came to be an angel who brought me out of the darkness.
"Oh yes, Mas. After the hospital, we go to the funeral. I want to bring flowers for Mas Gevan and Lala" I asked.
"Yes, Honey. Mas will be friends," he said embracing the shoulder and then kissed the tip of my head with love.
Today is the third anniversary of the departure of Mas Gevan. It didn't feel like he was leaving me this whole time. Although he once left the deepest wound on this chest, but he is still the man who gave me the color of my life.
"Oh yes later after the birth of Mas want to invite you to move to Jakarta. There we will start a new life" said Mas Rey.
I took a long breath. Actually, Mas Rey has often invited me to move there so that I can forget everything that happened. However, I keukeh persisted in this place for at least three years until the departure of Mas Gevan and Lala.
"Yes, Mum."
Rey got me in the car. Don't forget he opened the door so I could get in. The age of my womb is entering the eighth month, more than a month the baby I carry everywhere will see the world.
"Slow down, sweetie." Mas Rey put her hand over my head afraid of tripping over the hood of the car.
I sat down while taking a deep breath. This big pregnancy is draining energy. Already moving and sometimes lying down should also be sideways.
"It hurts, honey?"
"Dia, Mother. Pregnant women are like this," I replied smiling knots.
"If Mas can replace your position," he said.
"Of course, hon. You and our son are the most precious treasure in my life. I don't want to hurt your heart later" said Mas Rey rubbing my distended stomach.
"Mas, if I could show the flowers flying on my belly. You'll know that they're blooming there" I said.
"You're this...." Rey laughed and kissed my face.
"Mas ticklish!" I laughed wide.
Now we have agreed to keep what we already have. Although some times arguing for things we do not fully understand. It's okay, it's only natural. As long as Mas Rey and I believe one thing. No matter how great we argue, believe me, the affection we have is much greater than that. Things that must make us realize again, we should not take long to treat bad emotions. So that whatever you take care of is maintained and happy. In the past, I thought it would be a lifetime of great heartbreak. Crying all day and hoping that the departed come back. The missing appear again. However, in fact, God still loves me even though I often blame Him. God gave me a happy time I never thought possible.
"Mas, I want to eat seblak" I asked. It felt like my saliva wanted to drip when I imagined that favorite food touching my tongue.
"But it can't be spicy!" resolute Mas Rey.
"Mas, everywhere the seblak is spicy," I snorted.
"If the same Mas should be sweet," her smile teased.
"Where can it be, Mas," I protested to lay my head on his shoulder.
"According, Honey. I don't want you and our child to do anything" said Mas Rey, anxious to see me.
After the hospital we immediately went to the village. Every time I come to this place I can see a shadow of myself crying there.
"Darling, come!" Mas Rey helped me walk up to the tombstone of two people I loved so much.
Mang Dinan Mas Rey's personal driver tailed from behind while carrying the flowers I ordered earlier.
"Mas, Lala."
My tears can't be dammed. It is true, however evil someone in the past will all disappear when he has gone and for example I.
"I miss you guys," I said softly.
I could not squat to reach the tombstone because my stomach was very painful and made me breathe.
"They must have been happy there. Moreover, seeing the person he loves is also happy," said Mas Rey put my head on the chest of his field.
"I miss Lala, Mas," I stared at my husband's face.
"Mas too" said Mas Rey. "But we can't lament for too long. Let's try to sincerely let go of what already belongs to God" he rubbed my shoulders gently.
"Yes, Mas. Why is it so hard to be honest. Though it has been three years," I said softly with tears falling.
"It's natural, honey. There are even people who took dozens to decades just to be sincere. However, all that lives in this world nothing eternal will all return to the Creator."
"Thank you, Mom. I want to accompany you through all of this. I love you, Mas" I said staring at my husband with love. It felt like all this pain was gone after seeing my husband's gentle face.
"Together, Honey. This is my job. I love you too, very." Mas Rey kissed me with love and feeling.
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