Married Three Breeding Widow
Mending to Go
"Why? I don't feel sorry for Wiwi. I mean," Bima approached with her mouth exhaling cigarette smoke, "that kind of love, why not think to be willing?"
Abhimanyu clenched his hand. It took some time to be quiet before he could answer Bima. "Lo really think there's love?"
"There is nothing, in a normal situation," Bima replied as it is. Then he added, "Lo's not normal, so I don't know."
"My feeling to Juwita can't be proven through me leaving him or losing him."
"Aha, love without lust has a female doang. Guys are impossible. Impossible." Bima pointed at Abhimanyu's chest. "You guys love girls, it means he's lustful with girls. That means you're just lust after your bokap lo wife, right?"
Abhimanyu brushed Bima's hand. "What's the point?!"
"That means you have no right to tell Wiwi to understand. Why does he understand the lust of his own children? It doesn't matter, does it?"
Abhimanyu growled in annoyance. Turning away from Bima who seems only to want to ridicule Abhimanyu because he is upset about the situation Juwita.
But when he turned and everything was silent, Abhimanyu remembered Juwita's words. All the. All his hysterical words and screams.
"Labile boy." Bima snorting. "Clearly Wiwi tired ngurusin lo. You want what can not be alone, you keep telling Wiwi ngerti?"
Hid.
"You know what? You should go." Bima patted Abhimanyu on the shoulder before he stepped in.
When only Abhimanyu and Banyu were left there, Abhimanyu's sister said the same thing. "Mending you go, Bang. Far-away. If you can not choose to stop or not, at least you go deh. I'm sure Papa won't mind either."
Abhimanyu was silent.
"Gue know you're ashamed of yourself. So the third person in your own relationship. Don't talk about morals because I'm the same. But as a man, if you really love Juwita, mending you go."
*
Adji did not know how long the time had passed, but clearly when he woke up, his fatigue was a little treated. Something heavy on his thigh distracted the man of six children. Looking down found Juwita's head lying there, looking asleep very soundly.
Adji's hand stretched out, rubbing his head gently.
Lama Adji stroked her until then Juwita woke up. Her eyes were open weak, swollen from crying too much.
"Laper?" adji asked softly, as it seemed like they were resting for a very long time. Maybe it's midnight now.
There was no reply from Juwita but Adji pulled her, hugged her and carried her out of the room.
There's no one at home. Even one other than them. Therefore there was no problem Adji held his wife down to the kitchen, sat her down on the dining table before struggling in the kitchen.
"Mas wants to cook good for you," said Adji a few minutes later, "but unfortunately Mas did not cook pinter."
Two cups of hot noodles Juwita's favorite is one of the dishes that Adji can make— because it's just about brewing it with hot water.
Adji opens Juwita's legs to slip between them, holding the chopsticks for the noodles it carries into his wife's mouth.
"A." Yeah."
Juwita did not open her mouth, but stared blankly at Adji. "Mas, I'm not kidding. I know divorce isn't the best way out, but there are some that have to."
Yes, Adji understands that fatigue will not heal just by sleeping for hours. He had been tired for years and had very long held him alone.
"As for your mother," Adji put the noodles on Juwita's side, focusing on her, "it's never in debt."
"That's debt." Juwita shook her head, denying it. "That's a big debt. It's huge."
"Yes, that's a debt, Juwita. A lot of money Mas abis for your Dad's Mom. Mother." Adji nodded, admitting it because if it was denied Juwita had a mind that understood that it was debt.
Adji even once existed at a time of strangulation due to his obligations to Juwita's parents even though Adji kept it a secret.
"But gini," Adji clasped the skinny hand, "Mas also dapet balesan. It's a debt, but you always pay back to Mas. You don't count that?"
"What?" tanya Juwita is weak.
*