NOT PERPETRATORS
Divorce Dilemma

At 15.20 WIB.

After sleeping for a few hours. I also opened my eyes. My body feels sore. Maybe because I slept uncomfortable in the hospital while accompanying my father. I looked at Arka who was still fast asleep. Looks like he's tired. Until now, he has not woken up.

I also got out of bed. I stepped in to find my mother. But I didn't see anyone in this house. Dad's invisible, too. Then my eyes were fixed on a piece of paper lying on the table. I also read a letter on the paper.

[Mother and Father went to visit Mr. Ahmad to the hospital.]

I put the paper back down, then I walked towards the bathroom. When I took the towel in the room. Suddenly my phone rings. I immediately picked it up.

"Hello, Mum!"

"Imania, where are you?"

"I'm at my mom's house."

"Can we meet?"

"Now?"

"Yes. I'm going there now."

"Oh, okay."

Bastian immediately ended the call. What's Bastian looking for me for? I better take a shower first. I also took a shower. And then I looked for clothes in the closet. But I didn't find a single shirt. While I was looking for clothes to wear, I suddenly found a knee-length black skirt and a white blouse of flowers. It was my clothes when I was in college. On a whim, I was thinking of trying it. I don't think this will fit on my body. And apparently, it still fits.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My wet hair I broke. I combed my hair, looking at myself in the mirror. I look like ABG. I laughed at myself seeing my shadow. After that I went back to looking for clothes that I deserved more. But it's the same. There were only my ABG short-suits.

I think back, Mas Bastian will be here soon. I couldn't possibly wear clothes like this to meet him. And sure enough, Bastian's car stopped in front of my parents' house. I hurried out and headed to my mother's room.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Yes, Lord .. where mom put the key to her closet.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

I immediately looked for the key in the closet. I took a chair. And I immediately got into that chair. But, when I was in a hurry to get up, suddenly the chair moved sideways. Prak! I fell to the floor too. My leg hurts so much.

The sound of running footsteps was heard. Someone suddenly entered this room. He looked at me who was in pain on the floor.

"Imania! What's going on?"

Bastian immediately lifted my body. He sat me in his mother's bed. I was still grimacing in pain, holding back my legs that seemed to be sprained. Bastian realized that. He immediately crouched down to massage my feet.

"No need, Mom! I'm fine!"

But Bastian massaged my feet slowly.

"Aw! Sick, Mas!"

Mas Bastian raised his head, looking at me unblinkingly. Our eyes meet. Sometimes I see his jaw going up and down, like I'm swallowing his own saliva. I soon realized that I was now dressed as a teenager. I'm so ashamed that Bastian's looking at me like that.

"Mas!"

Bastian was still staring at me. I immediately shook my palm in front of his face.

"Mas!"

"Ah, yes!" Bastian realized himself. He's acting clumsy. He looks very nervous.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Ah, no! It's okay!" he answered, then massaged my leg back.

"Mas, already. I'm it's okay. I'm gonna change my clothes."

I looked at him in shock at his comment.

"I-I mean this .. You look so young."

I was embarrassed to hear it. "It's uncomfortable. I have to replace it" I said.

Bastian stood up. "Yes, already. I'll wait for you outside."

Bastian is also moving. And I immediately closed the door of the room with a limp step. I found some clothes lying in a basket of clothes. Mother used to put unironed clothes there.

I took a robe that belonged to mom. I wear it too. And I look really funny. Because the dress doesn't fit in my body at all. It's oversize. But I still wear it. Then I went out to meet Bastian.

I saw Bastian sitting on the couch. I approached him with a limp step.

"You want me to make you some coffee, Mom?"

"No need. I just want to talk to you for a minute. Does your leg still hurt?"

"A little bit" I said as I sat down.

"Imania. Have you thought about our divorce?"

"Yes, Mas. Already!"

"Imania, I feel like we should think again about the divorce."

"Loh, why Mas? Didn't you allow us to get divorced? You dropped a talaq on me anyway."

"Yes, I know. But ... I don't know why I don't feel ready yet" he said, frowning.

"Mas ... right, you said you wanted a divorce. And we had a deal, didn't we?"

"Yes, I know. It's just .. I feel sorry for Arka. Arka is a child. You remember, right, when Fania said that? And after I thought, I thought Fania was right. Arka was too early to feel the separation between her parents. I think .. we should indeed put aside our ego. For Arka!" he said he looked at me seriously.

Yesterday, Mas Bastian asked me to stay for dad. And now, he's asking me to hold on for Arka. Actually, what's with Bastian's mas? He looks very strange.

"Imania. We can fix everything. For Arka!"

As I was thinking about Bastian's words, suddenly a motor stopped in the courtyard. Yeah, it's definitely mom and dad.

"Assynogaal?" Mother said her regards.

"Girisham?" I answered.

Mom and Dad came in. They looked at us who were sitting opposite. Not usually. Mom and Dad didn't say hello to Bastian. My mother was standing next to me sitting. While the father looked at Bastian with a face full of anger. Dad's breath goes up and down. His eyes looked as if he wanted to swallow Bastian's mas alive.

"You!" Dad's voice sounded angry. "You!" He pointed it towards Bastian.

I was very surprised by what happened to my father. Why did you suddenly seem so angry?

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