Nackal Duda
Opening the Bond that Shackles

Utari

This is the grandest and most luxurious wedding I've ever been to. I usually like to work transporting dirty dishes during the celebration of villagers and washing them. But this party was different.

There is no single organ or dangdut stage whose singers invite people to menyawernya. No banana one bunch hung on a pole. No blower fan whose water is replenished.

In this luxurious building, the AC feels cold even though the invited guests are quite a lot. The music is a boy band with a real artist singer. The fruits here have been peeled and there is an ice carving in the form of the initial letters of the two brides.

The wedding dress worn is very nice and looks expensive. Unlike my wedding which is only kebaya without reception, without any invited guests.

When I was a kid, I dreamed of marrying a prince and my wedding would be as lavish as the palace. Imagination is only fantasy. Let alone made a party, the guests who attended were only rt sir. What a pity my fate.

How many parties are like this?

Om Agas got me a dimsum. I waited for him, several times a man glanced at me. They rarely bring me acquaintances.

I didn't respond to him. I'm someone's wife, Mama said I should keep my husband's honor. I also knew that Om Agas had been watching me while waiting for food.

I saw Mas Riko chatting with Om Agas. I went back to paying attention to the party decorations that had many ornamental flowers. I love living flowers. Especially the rose. Very like.

"Dance?" I was surprised when my name was called. Who knows me here if not Om Agas and his friends. I thought it was Sony, but it was Mas Damar. Friends who have betrayed Om Agas and have an affair with Mbak Tara.

"Mas Damar?"

He smiles. Mas Damar looks skinny now. The dark circles under his eyes could not be hidden. I know he harbors a deep sadness for being sued for divorce by Ms. Tara.

"Where's Agas?" tanyakanya. Through the eyes I showed Om Agas who was waiting in line for me.

"How are you?" tanyaku. Mas Damar used to love me tip when eating at seafood stalls. He is loyal if the money problem, maybe because it is too loyal so Mbak Tara still remains in his house despite having hurt his heart. If not, where will Ma'am Tara who has been expelled from his house?

"Yes as you know. Ill-favored. How is your household? I see you're getting all the more friendly!"

I smile. It's true that we are getting more friendly now. "That's, Mom. Where does Damar live now?"

"You're so sure you know my household problems, right? Tara said that? I heard Tara works in Agas showroom. You have no problem? Not suspicious? After getting divorced from me, Tara will definitely go after Agas again. You're paving the way for him." Mas Damar strafed me with a lot of questions.

"Yes I know. I let Om Agas accept Ma'am Tara to work in his showroom. I know the intentions of Ms. Tara. Then what should I do? Stay away from them? Obviously impossible, Mum. All I can do is give Om Agas some confidence. While praying that Om Agas can hold the trust that I give." I answered with hope.

"If I could do that, yes. I honestly don't want our farewell. I still want to keep my house. I want to correct my mistake. I know, I was wrong. Somehow do I have to make amends for what I did?"

Mas Damar looks so sad. His eyes cannot be lied to. He loves Tara very much. He even gave up his friendship for the love of his best friend's wife.

"Try to fix everything. If Mas Damar really loves Mbak Tara, show him! Prove the seriousness of Mas Damar." I said encouragingly.

"How'd it go? Tara always avoided me. How can I prove my seriousness?" ask Mas Damar who looks so desperate.

Mas Riko pointed at me and Mas Damar while talking to Om Agas. I saw Om Agas so angry I saw him talking to Mas Damar. There can be a commotion if it is not resolved.

"Mas Damar if you want to talk to me about Agas, by the way!" I pushed the courage of Mas Damar in front of Om Agas.

Although somewhat forced, Om Agas wants to talk to Mas Damar in front of me. I was a witness to them arguing with each other.

"When are you like this?" I'm impatient. "Where's Mas Damar's promise?" I asked Mas Damar. "Om Agas too, control his emotions!"

They both shut up I'm omeli.

"Gue wants to ask you a favor, Gas. I want to talk to Tara. Please help me!" pinta Mas Damar solemnly.

"Why should I help you?" ask Om Agas cynically.

"Of! Dengerin used to say Mas Damar!" I said mediate. Agas complied and was silent.

"Gue wants to apologize for my mistake for taking Tara away from you. I can feel the loss of a wife. I finally know how your pain is. Frustrating. Despondent. Heartbreaker. My life has no meaning anymore. Only Tara is my life spirit, if I lose her I can go crazy. Why am I living again. Please help me, Gas. Tara will surely hear your words. Please...."

I pulled Om Agas' hand and held it tightly. I want to give him encouragement and support. Teach him to sincerely release his past that is always shackled and difficult to let go.

Om Agas looked at me, asking for my support. I nodded, reassuring Om Agas that all this would be fine.

Om Agas sighed deeply before finally saying: "Alright. I'll talk to Tara."

Damar smile. "Still, Gas. Thank you for helping me!"

"Gue will talk to Tara, but I can't promise Tara what she wants. It all depends on your efforts to get his heart again or not!" answer Om Agas indifferently.

"Definitely! I'll convince Tara to refer again. Thanks again, Gas!"

After Damar left I smiled proudly at Om Agas. "Indeed Om is a good man. Dance with pride Om!"

Om Agas smiled little. "Are you really proud of me? Strange, isn't it me? I'm like a fool. Want to help someone who cheated on me and betrayed me?"

"Now dong. Om it's like I said, Om has a heart as big as an ocean. Om great! A great person is one who is willing to forgive someone who has hurt us so deeply. Om that's lahain! Om's heart must be more relieved and not crowded anymore now. Wanna know why? Because Om has released the hatred that has been shackling Om. That's why Tari said Om is great!" my praise.

"Judah, give me a gift!"

I'm gonna have a dimsum in my hand. "This is the prize!"

"Well, the other dong!"

I know where it's headed. Must ask to be satisfied again. Ask to be satisfied. Uh wait, why haven't I ever had a period since I got married to Om?

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