NOT PERPETRATORS
My husband's my best friend

"Are you crazy?" as he coughed.

"Aren't you pregnant?"

"Do I look cheap?" He looked at me with frustration.

"Are you seriously not pregnant?"

"Yes, God! This woman!" he said, raising his hands up.

I smiled with relief. "Thank God, you're not pregnant." I also brought him water to drink. Then give it to him. "Here, drink! Eat as much as you! If necessary, I'll cook for you again!"

Fania looked at me confused. "Are you not well today?" He put his palm on my forehead.

I smiled at him too. "I'm just glad you're not pregnant."

Mercifully. It turns out that woman wasn't Fania. Although her behavior sucks, but to be honest, the presence of Fania can comfort my heart. His attitude is what it is, and his sweet way to Arka, impressed me. At least I don't have to hate him. Because she's not Bastian's mistress. I don't know if tomorrow I'll like that mistress. Or rather, I would hate him.

***

At five o'clock in the afternoon Fania said goodbye to go home. I also drove him to the terrace. Simultaneously, a black car belonging to Mas Bastian entered the courtyard. Mas Bastian got out of his car, and was quite surprised to see Fania here.

"You! What are you doing here?" bastian asked Fania, who was still standing on the terrace.

"I've been playing with Arka. Also finished eating. Ha-ha?" fania said, laughing.

Mas Bastian glanced at me. "Did he riot?"

"Yes, he's very violent and troublesome!" I said.

"Yes, already. I'll go home first. I'm here again tomorrow. What a lot of food, Imania?"

Fania left with her car and left our house. We also went into the house.

"Tumben's home, Mas. Usually, until late at night, he came home," I asked as I approached the Bastian mas who had just sat on the living room sofa.

"I want to go home quickly" he said.

"Don't stop by your girlfriend's house?" sindirku smiled.

Bastian was watching me closely. "Has the pain and tenderness in your heart gone?"

"I've forgotten it" I replied and sat down next to him.

He watches me while smiling. "Thank you ...."

"For?"

"Your sacrifice."

"Yes, already. Shower quickly!"

I also headed to the family room. Arka's playing remote control car over there. I also sat on the sofa while accompanying Arka who was playing.

Talk about the heart, about the feelings. I'm not very good at saying it. However, I realize. There is something happier than love. Of friendship. I accept all these harsh realities. Basically, life is a puzzle. Sometimes ... God offers the bitter reality first, only after that the sweet.

I hope .. My separation from Bastian's mas, is not a steep chasm. I will still consider him a friend. In fact, about that woman-boyfriend Bastian-I'll try to appreciate it. Because love cannot be forced. Love will only run on the heart that has been linked.

***

Time shows at 23:00 p.m. Arka was asleep. I also got out of bed. I'm out of my room. I saw Bastian sitting on the couch watching television. I approached him, and sat down next to him.

"Not slept?" ask Bastian who turned to me.

I'm shaking. "There's something I want to talk about, Mas ...."

Bastian looked at me carefully. "Say."

"Yet. Why indeed? Should we hurry?"

"It's not. I just ... don't know how to say about our divorce later. I really want our relationship to be intact. Many times he asked me to endure. I'm afraid I hurt mom's feelings."

Mas Bastian grabbed my hand. "I'll say it soon. You take it easy."

"Mas, did you bring your girlfriend here?"

"Don't you ask for it?"

"Can I know what his name is?"

"You've seen it before."

"really?"

Bastian took his hand out of my hand. His facial expression changed.

"Mas, what's wrong?"

Mas Bastian put his head on the back of the sofa. He cupped both hands in his face. Then open while exhaling a long breath.

He looked back at me. "Imania. I don't know what your heart is made of. I've scratched your chest with a wound that's tingling. But you can still understand it. If only I had known you before him. Maybe I'll love you more."

I put a smile on my face. "Mas, I also want to be honest with you." For a moment I stopped my words. "Before I knew you, I still loved someone. I can't forget it. I did everything I could to move on from him. Including reading books in the library, remember? That's where we first met."

"Yes, I remember."

"I can't move on from him. Until you finally shot me. That's where I hope, to be able to forget it, through you."

"So, we're both on the run for love?" Mas Bastian raised both eyebrows.

I nodded, then said again, "Whether, I seriously ran from her. As for you, just hiding from him. And in the end, you can't hide, can you? You're back to him, too."

He's down. "Yes, you're right" he replied softly.

"Different from me." I turned my eyes to the ceiling as well. Trying to catch a shadow there. The person I always missed. "I was seriously running from him. In the beginning, I only accepted you without love. I'm just comfortable with you. But ... I realized for a long time. What is the point of living together but without love. I also forced my heart to open up to you. And ... I'm starting to love you sooner and later."

"Do you love me too?" tanyanya while watching me.

"I don't know. I love you, I worry about you. But I myself don't know if I really love you."

For a moment the atmosphere became silent. Mas Bastian leaned his head back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. We wandered in each other's minds.

"Isn't this funny?" muttered mas Bastian while chuckling. "We walk with a story that is almost similar. I've had your mentality. However, I'm restless."

I put my head to look at him. Along with that, he also looked. Our eyes meet.

"What about Arka?" my many.

"He's our son. Forever, and whenever."

"If we get divorced later. Who will take care of him? I can't live without him."

"I want to be with him always."

"Give him to me, will you?"

Bastian was silent again. He breathed in deep. "Don't talk about this first" he said.

We looked back at the ceiling with our own thoughts. Being on the side of Bastian mas now, it feels more comfortable. We are still husband and wife. And he's dropped three talaqs on me. But we even look like friends. Unlike the day before, when everything seemed fine. We were together like strangers. Say hello to each other but rarely speak as much as they do now. I wonder what will happen next. With my story.

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