MAKE ME SECOND
A COMPLICATED HOUSEHOLD

A bright morning with bright sunshine. White clouds began to scatter underpinning the grand soul's tenderness. The cool morning air adds to this calm atmosphere of nature. The trees of his many leaves began to drip the dew that was present at dawn. Nature today is friendly with a longing heart. I miss a name that was ever written. Everything is in this Universe. Ask him everything you want. Through prayer - prayer in your heart and speech. Through all efforts and actions your steps to start determined. With all the goals you want. Resentment is a form of despair that differs thinly from laziness. Quiet and unmoving with all the will and will desired. Hands just look up. Whether everything will come - come true without the effort, speech and fingers of all communication that already exists today.

Pradana, a fairly passive male figure in a state of. Not trying to fight back from everything that is actually wanted. A man who is still dependent on wealth and the abundance of all property and businesses owned by his family. Pradana is not brave enough to go against the current of an existing road. Now it's just a regret but not a long regret. Because his determination was already unanimous to look for Mandala. Mandala, the woman whom he had usurped his chastity. Although it was all Mandala's desire willingly and sincerely because of his love with Pradana. Likewise Pradana whose heart always remembers the name Mandala.

Now things are different. Pradana has married the girl of her parents' choice. Her name was Yasinta. Yasinta is a woman who quite has a beautiful Paras. Plus dimples her pipit adds to her beautiful face becomes more sweet.

In front of the terrace, Yasinta was silent while enjoying the scent of Cambodian flowers in front of his house. His distant views and thoughts flew over thinking of a relationship with Pradana. The relationship with her husband was still very stiff and cold towards her. It was not Yasinta's willingness to accept and approve of the marriage. Everything has been decided by both parties between Pradana's parents and his parents. Refusing is no longer possible. The agreement is already established on black paper on white which is stamped in the prenuptial agreement.

Yasinta took a deep breath. Is during her time she will experience a relationship with her husband that is full of stiffness without any affection? Yasinta is a woman. If there is a little will from Pradana to accept himself as his wife. Maybe slowly, Yasinta will be able to feel love little by little. As with plants that are always flush, over time will become fertile and develop into large. But right now what Yasinta felt was like facing a chunk of ice cold towards him. Pradana was silent and spoke as necessary. It was as if his existence in the house was like an enemy that had to be shunned. As if Pradana is disgusted if she is close to him.

" I'll go, first" said Pradana who suddenly walked out of the door and started stepping into her car garage to leave.

The white hand with the pliable fingers is stretched out towards Pradana. Yasinta wanted to shake her husband's hand when he went to the company or had a schedule with his business partner.

Pradana was forced to take that hand and shake his hand. Yasinta kissed the back of Pradana's hand slowly.

" Look at the road!" said softly Yasinta with her chest tightness held back.

" Yes! I'm going to find Mandala today, my lover first. Maybe I'll be late." Pradana told me.

Slowly Yasinta nodded his head. Yasinta endured the grief and tried to hide her. Why should I say in front of him? How hard it is to reveal all those hidden feelings. Then, he considered what for Pradana. Pradana's departure leaves tears at the end of Yasinta's eyes. Back in a deep breath Yasinta did so that he did not dissolve in sadness and tightness in his throat.

Maybe this was his fate path. The road that he must walk. The road is not smooth because there are so many thorns that make it hurt when he has to step. Yasinta, a woman who is too young 24 years old must feel the vibrations and pain of her household that is too complicated.