NOT PERPETRATORS
The 3rd Happy Anniversary

Since the introduction with the curly-haired guy, named Muhammad Bastian, we began to make friends. We meet often. He's a semester III student at the same university as me anyway. Yes, our age gap is three years. He's three years ahead of me.

At first, I thought of him as a friend. We often meet and walk around the beautiful city of Gudeg - Yogyakarta. He's a person who doesn't talk much, but is attentive. He always entertained me too. Slowly from a friend turns into a feeling of comfort.

I'm getting used to living without my elang-prince Dimas Adi Wibowo. I could move on from him slowly. After all, I cannot continue to dwell in an uncertain relationship. Until finally, a year later Bastian shot me. And I gladly accepted it. We're dating. Not long after, he promised to propose to me after graduation.

A few years later I graduated, and earned an S1 Art Education degree. After that, I returned to my homeland-Banjarstates-the same city as Mas Bastian. A few days back in the village, Bastian actually came to propose to me. Bastian always kept his word. Unlike Dimas, who did not keep his promise.

Grateful, our parents each blessed our relationship. They want us to get married soon. Not long after that, we agreed to get married.

When that special day comes. I stood in front of the mirror staring at the face that had been polished like an angel, by the makeup artist. My long hair is beautifully wrapped. The white wedding dress adheres beautifully to my slim body. There was sadness and happiness emanating from my heart. For a moment I remembered him, the figure of a handsome man who willingly chose his ideals compared to his love. I don't blame him. That's decision. Yeah, that was his decision.

It's like a balloon. The air is the love that has filled my space. Dimas is a hot air balloon that I'm ready to take off completely. Today, to coincide with our wedding, I took the balloon off in the air. I'll never think about it again, remember it, and love it. Completely, I have released you to fly and reach for the future, with the girl who will accompany her to live and sail the beautiful ark of the household. Today, I'm IMANIA SARASWATI. Has shepherded the departure of the Eagle, born of the mind. I'll close the past sheets of paper, I'll replace them with new ones. With my chosen man, MUHAMMAD BASTIAN. Goodbye DIMAS ADI WIBOWO.

That's how complicated the story is about us. How I and Bastian got into a relationship. And how Dimas and I finally got off.

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The sound of car horns blasting my nostalgia. Scroll wall clock has shown at 23.15 WIB. This late, from anywhere Bastian. I want to interrogate him right away. He wants to ask for reason and clarity from her. Why would you betray me!

Immediately I wiped the tears that still continued to slide from the eye patch. I opened the door. Mas Bastian walked in and immediately sat down on the sofa. Put down the bag and take off his shoes.

Closing door. I sat next to him. Sometimes I look at his tired face. Mas Bastian let out a long sigh, driving away his fatigue. When I wanted to open the conversation, Bastian took something out of his pants pocket.

"Mas!"

"Surprise ...?" he said while thrusting a small red box in front of my face.

I stared at the golden ring that was in the red box.

"Happy anniversary, dear," he said again.

My eyes are still staring at him. Intentions want to vent all the pain and tightness, which is still residing in the chest. I forgot that today is our anniversary, April 13th. This is the first time I've ever forgotten our anniversary. My mind has been fucked since last afternoon. So all day I only thought about the tragedy of the screenshot that the Goddess showed me.

Mas Bastian developed his smile, looking at me. "Grow your hands!"

"Mas, I ...." I'm rattled. Should I interrogate him at a moment like this. My heart is still so agitated to question all that.

"Come on, give me your fingers!" orders excited.

Seeing Bastian's face, I hesitated to interrogate him now. Anyway, he just got home. He must be very tired. I followed him, extending my finger. Mas Bastian put the ring on my middle finger.

"Do you like it?"

"Are you not happy?"

"Bu-not so. Thank you ...," I said as I pulled the corner of my lips to paint a smile.

Mas Bastian brought his face closer, then kissed my forehead.

"What's wrong? You are not usually like this. Usually you're always happy on our anniversary."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I forgot, so I didn't get to order a cake."

"Oh .. It's okay, tomorrow we'll go for a walk."

"Aren't you working tomorrow?"

"I've taken my leave, honey. Tomorrow, three days, we're going on vacation. I want to spend some time with you."

"Two?" I looked at him confused.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to the villa."

"Two?" ulaku again.

"Yes, we're just the two of us. Arka while we live with dad and mom. Don't we rarely date?" he said, smiling mischievously and playing with both eyebrows.

For a moment I was silent. Take a screenshot of that conversation. My heart is worried. This heart is really feeling pain. But seeing the face of my husband who was so excited and enthusiastic to celebrate our wedding anniversary, it made me quite troubled. Is it better, in the meantime I just shut up? Pretending not to know? Or am I just asking now?

"Mas!"

"Yes, honey, why?"

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