Not I'm the Choice
12

"I'm giving up, I'm tired, I want us to get divorced."

There are times when someone is tired, there are times when people who always struggle in the end give up if they continue to be wasted. As strong as you are if you are fragile in it will remain fragile, in this world there are no strong humans. Those who are strong are fragile, because if there is the strongest then the answer is God.

Hana gave up for this time, she used to hang on because of her son. However, if the child just does not want to consider her a mother, what's the point of Hana continuing to survive and get hurt? He's capitulating.

"Whatdidyou say? Divorced?" Satria covered her face with one hand, laughing out loud to make Hana confused.

"You. The one who always begged me for a divorce? Hahaha, very funny. How can you get divorced from me while your love is completely just for me."

"Can, of course I can." Hana looked at Satria without fear of making Satria clench her hands.

"You ignored me so often that the taste slowly disappeared."

Satria's forehead flinched at Hana's words, she grinned. "Your eyes show lies."

Satria held both shoulders of Hana, and said. "That feeling is gone? You used to be just playing games, right?"

Hana chuckled at hearing that, clasping Satria's hand on her shoulder. "If I mess around, there's no way I can survive for a dozen years with people who've hurt me so many times. I love you and my son, so what do you give me? Just a wound." Hana's eyes increasingly teary ready to spill her tears make Satria silenced.

"My son who was in my womb for nine months, my son who I have cared for for many years but what recompense do I get? Only wounds! My husband I love so much, I love you but what do you give me? The wounds and wounds that I got without giving me pause to treat the wounds, you continue to give me wounds even though the previous wounds have not healed. For a dozen years I lived with a thousand wounds that haunted me, and now it's time for me to give up."

Hana let out all the feelings she had endured for so many years, feelings that always made her feel claustrophobic.

Hana wiped away her dripping tears and turned to a smile. "Satria, I want to be happy too, can I be happy?"

Satria was silent when she saw the eyes were dimmer with tears that kept flocking out soaking the woman's tapered cheeks in front of her.

"Free me, Satria. Let's get a divorce, isn't that what you've wanted for a long time? And now that everything you want has happened, you'll be happy with Desi." Hana tries to control her emotions, holding back tears that keep dripping but fail.

Hana smiled at him, "Amel must also be happy because he really likes Desi, his favorite mama. Hehe."

That laugh, that laugh was not a happy laugh, how could this person laugh when his face was filled with tears.

"I promise you that after parting ways I will never disturb your family, I will not appear again in your life, I will go as far as I can so that we can not be reunited. There's enough of this going on between us, I want us to split up and then open up a new page and forget everything as if this never happened. You are happy with your family and I am happy with my own life."

Satria fell silent, what's with the feeling right now? Why does it feel so tight and painful? Shouldn't he be happy? This is what he wanted from the past, right? You're why Satria, sober up.

"After returning home from Japan, we'll soon be taking care of the divorce."

Satria left after saying that, leaving Hana alone with tightness in the chest.

Satria closed the door of her room, leaning her body against the door. He closed his eyes trying to shake off all the thoughts in his brain that were currently enveloping him.

Satria was sitting on the floor when she heard Hana's slow sobbing, why did it feel so sick?

"I'm giving up, I'm tired, I want us to get divorced."

"You ignored me so often that the taste slowly disappeared."

"Yes! Just die, die and leave me as far away as possible because the world doesn't need a lame man like you! Humans are useless which is just the trash of society. You've been a bitch in my life, all those years I've held her back because of mom. If divorce can't, then I hope you die so that I can live quietly with my wife and children without trash like you."

"I take thee to be my wife, to have one another and to take care of one another, from now to eternity."

"After returning home from Japan, we'll soon be taking care of the divorce."

Putting your heart on uncertainty is like putting your hand in the hand of someone who doesn't want to be held at all.