Marrying Your Own
About Laura

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Laura POV

A liverache? Of course it is. I had to be a widow at a very young age. But I'm lucky that at least my most precious possession has not been snatched away by my ex-husband.

Ah, ex-husband. Just think about it like I don't want to anymore.

I feel like I've never been married before. It was as if I was just breaking up with a guy after dating for 4 months.

If asked how my family is doing, of course they feel very disappointed. Moreover, my father who was sickly who was expecting a grandchild. Unfortunately, fate had to say something else.

I may not be fated to be with Raffa, the man I've started to love. But I'm sure someday I'll have the right husband.

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The day that my heart still felt pain due to the failure of the household that I experienced, the rain came down on that day as if to feel the pain that I am experiencing right now.

I smiled faintly, thinking about whether I should be grateful for this state or not. I sat at the bus stop, not waiting for the bus to pass. Instead of just wanting to sit, staring at the rain grains that continue to fall soaking the streets.

After a long period of pondering, I felt someone sitting next to me. I turned my head and was surprised to see Faris, my high school friend and also the person I had liked for about 5 years.

"Well, are you here?" I asked, when I saw it.

"Magandangin rain is like you" he replied.

"That's weird. You didn't bring a vehicle? Why is it raining here? No work, huh?" I asked repeatedly.

My heart felt like it was beating really fast when I saw it at close range. Strange, though I'm pretty sure I've forgotten him all along.

"Why are you so chatty from the beginning? I just want to sit, can't I? Yes, I'm gone"

"wait. Sit again. I'm sorry I asked so much" I said, holding him back from sitting down.

"You yourself why does it look sad here? Where is your husband? Fighting again?"

"I got divorced a week ago. He hasn't been able to love me for 4 months of our marriage. He still loves his ex"

"What's so great about his ex? You're more Laura. Your husband doesn't know how to choose"

"His son-in-law Kiara, Kayla's sister"

"What's? Seriously you? Just pantesan" he said, starting to frown.

I know, she must still like Kiara.

"You still like Kiara huh? How is your relationship with him? I thought you guys were close"

"Not anymore. He ignored all my messages and phone calls. They still seem to like each other. Why yes, the man must like first, while the woman is very difficult to conquer"

"Not back? Men who are hard to conquer. The proof is I've liked someone 2x but never avenged"

"Who's the other one?"

"You"

I was surprised by my own words. This mouth seems to want to be sewn so as not to say spontaneously like that again.

"You liked me this whole time?"

"Stop talking about it. It's been a long time"

I was crazy, I thought. All this time he thought it was just gossip.

"Submit. Maybe you're the only one who thinks that"

"Don't get angry dong, we'll be a match"

The deg!

Faris' words actually managed to make my face meet red.

"Your face why is it so red? Hahaha like tomatoes"

He laughed at my face. It really makes me very embarrassed.

"It doesn't feel like the rain has stopped. I'll go first yeah"

"What are you going home for?"

"Car mat. I parked at the end of my car. Your car is there too, right?"

I'm appalled. How did he know about my car. I haven't talked about it since. I hope he can be here because he has been following me since.

"Will not go back together? Do not fantasize alone dong, later possessed loh" he said, smiling.

I also smiled because of his words. Has my heart truly forgotten Raffa and returned to Faris? I don't know, I don't even understand my own feelings.

"Yes I'm coming"

I followed him from behind. I don't know why I like to see his back when I walk.

I looked at the rainbow that appeared after the rain. Does that mean I will be happy after experiencing sadness for my previous household failures? I don't know. But I hope it will happen later.

Arriving at the parking lot, I saw Faris had not yet entered his car and seemed to be thinking. Because I was curious, I asked him.

"What's wrong with you, Ris? Why not come in?"

"Hmmm...Do you want to eat together sometime? Rarely do we talk like this again"

"May also your idea. I concur. You will call me later. Still got my number, right?"

"Still dong. Thanks yeah. I'll go first"

I nodded and stared at his departure with a smile engraved on my lips.

Next, I decided to go home. My pleasure turned out to be just for a moment, when I arrived at home I saw my mother who was constantly angry was unclear. Every day he's always like this, after I got divorced with Raffa.

"Just come home? Where the hell have you been? You will be called people because of the constant going out. Remember, you are already Laura's widow. Close to others a little, immediately become a gossip"

I can only snort in annoyance. Responding to my mother's words will only make the problem longer and my father will get sicker again. So, I chose to shut up and hear her complaints every day.

"You were when invited to chat dong response. Don't shut up. You think Mama's a statue?"

"Yes, Ma. Excuse me. I was just out for a while, it kept raining. So I wait until the rain subsides"

"You're in the car"

"Yes but I..."

"Just go to your room Laura. Don't argue with your Mama anymore and you'd better shut up, Tyas"

I followed my father and went straight into the room. Miris indeed, in the eyes of my mother, a widow will only be a gossip material if close to any man.

Honestly, it hurt my feelings. But I have to how else, refuting his words will not solve the problem.

In the room, I took a picture of my wedding with Raffa and my graduation photo with Kayla and Faris.

I looked at the two photos in turn. I want to find out, actually my heart feels more pounding on which photo. Surprisingly, I felt a different vibe to the two photos I was holding.

It hurts the same, that's how it feels.