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Chapter 63. Grey night

The words I can't live without you are true. Maybe I will live like any other human being, and simultaneously my heart will die without its inhabitants.

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Kimara POVs.

I walked to the bed, in the guest room provided by Kak Jovan's family.

Today is my first day without my husband. However I hid the sadness to stay strong, in fact the colorless clear grains just dripped on my cheeks.

I felt like I couldn't live, my bones were broken, my heart was broken into pieces and cracked just like that.

The words I can't live without you are true. I may live, but my heart dies slowly. So I can't feel anything there is just heartbreak and sadness.

I sat on the bed of this luxurious room. Very luxurious with complete facilities even though only guest rooms, what about the main room? Probably a thousand times more luxurious than this.

Ku elus king size mattress that can accommodate up to five people on it. I remember again my husband's luxurious room in the luxurious mansion of Bagaskara's residence. It can be said to be similar to the interior design that dazzles the eyes.

Usually these nights, we both sit holding hands telling each other what happened today, then discussing, and finding solutions together. It's not like we argue, we laugh at each other and we don't end up fighting. Then we prayed that our love would last forever. But alas, all run aground in the middle of the road.

Without permission and permission, my chest tightened my cheeks started to heat up and again I cried with heart-wrenching sobs. Good thing Aldo did not sleep with me at night, if he knew I was crying sure that the little man who wanted to replace my husband's position, would cry as much as possible with me while wiping my tears not to cry, and she was crying too.

"How are you, Bby? Did you wake up from the coma? Did you look for me when you found out I wasn't on your side?". I muttered while bending my knees and buried my face there.

I'm sure if my husband, I mean my ex-husband would hate me for leaving him unconscious. She must have thought I didn't want to accept her condition, but she wanted me to love her sincerely anyway. But in reality the facts will be reversed by Bagaskara.

A hearty night, without the warm embrace of Brother Han. Without a good night's sleep from him. It really feels dead. Wanting to scream called her name and said I couldn't without her, but all I could do was cry and cry.

"Sister Han, hiksss". Overshipped.

I really want to meet Brother Han, I wonder how he is doing right now? I wonder if he can sleep? Can he eat?

Sometimes I like to ask God, why is my life different? I once struggled without Dad being the backbone of the family was not my choice, and I was forced to mature prematurely. I also lost my mother, who was very patient and sincere in loving me. Then I was confronted with Mey's disease and donated one of my kidneys to her so she could survive, but fate said something else.

Now, when I too must be forced to part with the person I love and love the most. I've felt a loss, but this is the heaviest loss of my life. It was hard to be honest and take off. It's hard to live without the touch of his hand. I once thought that dying might be the only way to be happy, but somehow I wasn't ready to accept death?

Maybe it's time I let go Brother Han. Let her be happy without me, but may I be honest that I don't like that phrase? She's too perfect for a barren girl like me. He was a star in the sky, which looked bright and everyone wanted to reach him. Whereas I'm just an orangutan on earth that is almost invisible to humans who think I don't exist.

I felt the air in my lungs begin to thin, I hit my chest several times eliminating the tightness that was getting more urgent. If accommodated maybe my tears have been able to make a lake. If my tears really dry up maybe that's the last time I'll cry. However, as much as I cry can not also eliminate the tightness that compels. Could it be that after this I will really go numb?.

I feel a soft rub on your shoulder. I shook my head to see who rubbed my shoulders.

Roger's brother pulled me in his arms. Maybe he was knocking on the door, but because I was crying incessantly until I didn't hear a knock on Roger's brother.

"I didn't know it was heavy for me".

"Sir, hiksssss".

Perhaps crying does not solve the problem, but crying can give relief in the chest.

Brother Roger rubbed my head gently, my face I buried in the chest of his field. If Brother Roger is still in prison and has not been aware of his mistake, I do not know who to complain and take refuge with?. I don't know who to turn my head on whose shoulder? Or hugging who to ease my chest pain.

"It's just a matter of process, baby. It might feel heavy to you. But I'm sure you can get through all this. If he's your partner someday you'll be back together. God has a purpose for all this maybe God wants you both to learn the meaning of longing".

"But Brother, Ara can't be without Brother Han. Ara loves her sister. Sis let's go back to Indonesia we meet him Kak. Ara wants to know the circumstances". Slug me while letting go of Roger's brother's hug.

Brother Roger smiled warmly "Darling, remember you're just used to living with him instead of not being able to live without him. How do you want to go back? The divorce papers are signed and Bagaskara's family won't be able to take you back".

"But Brother.........".

"You have to be sincere and learn to let go. Sometimes love alone is not enough to make people happy if there is no support from the people they love. Doesn't love have to be a darling? So try to step up. Don't spend your life crying over something that's never coming back in your arms".

I was sobbing to hear Brother Roger's words.

"Hiks hiks hiksssss".

If there's a crying race maybe I'll be the champion. For almost a week I kept crying thinking about the fate that would separate me from Brother Han, my husband.

A gray night that felt gray, no longer heard the sound of jokes and laughter and love in my bedroom. No one else hugged me while patting my back to sleep.

Now only the pillows and blankets that accompany my club night feel cold. I hugged this pillow tightly, I considered it my husband, so that I would fall asleep immediately.

Maybe it's true, sometimes releasing is better. Not because it is not love, just self-conscious that something that is fought for will not reap happiness. But may I disagree with that sentence?

During this time I and Brother Han have sacrificed many things for our happiness, despite losing everything but we remain happy without property and position. But happiness is forcibly taken by those who do not know how to value life.

Seriate...........

Kayhan & Kimara