Other Dream Women
Chapter 39. A First Step

"Come Om, throw the ball! Ahahaha..."

The exuberant cries of the two young children still wearing school uniforms sounded deafening. Their screams collided with the breeze that was quite strong. Make dry leaves fall when no longer able to tighten their embrace on the branch.

"This is a substitute throw to Malika Om!!!"

The two little girls took turns trying to catch the ball thrown by the Sky and ran around here and there when the ball was unable to catch. Their faces look bright. As bright as the sun began to slip westward, to say goodbye to the world.

"Oh son, take a break. The sky is tired!"

Breath of Heaven looks dull to meet the requests of the two children who do not want to stop playing ball. In a small park opposite the Sky office which is always crowded by children when the afternoon is like this, the Sky accompanies Alina and Malika to play ball. It was exactly like the figure of a father who was playing with his daughters.

"Yeah ... This Sky is bad. Is that time tired?" alina said with a slightly rough breath. "Come on Deck, let's just swing toys over there!" he also invited his sister to play a swing.

The sky chuckled softly. He randomized Alina's hair a little rough. "May swing but don't be tight, son."

"Ready Om!"

The two little boys ran towards the swing while holding hands. The sky stared at the figure of the woman who was sitting on one of the park benches made of concrete. The woman seemed to dissolve in her own mind. There are still traces of clear crystals in the eye fertilizers, but as much as possible he hid them. The sky runs towards Cahya and he places his butt on a park bench separated from the bench occupied by Cahya.

"Then, what are you going to do right now?"

Cahya smiled bitterly. He tried to pull the corner of his lips up but the clear circle came back dripping slowly.

"What should I do other than live out all the rules outlined by Mas? The ink of fate has been scratched in the sheet of my life story and I can only accept and live it all."

At first glance, Sky looked at the face of the woman who still looked so charming despite the tears that were in front of her.

"We never know who will be present in our lives because it has become a determination. However, we still have a choice to decide, whether someone is worthy of our defense or not. Right now all the decisions are with you. Because only time and ourselves can heal the wounds we experience."

Cahya shook her head slowly. The woman's eyes still looked blank and bright. "Let's know, right now I don't even know what to do. It's all like a nightmare that suddenly came to greet me in my deep sleep. Raga and also my heart are really not ready to accept this kind of situation. I'm seper...."

Cahya's speech was paused when the tightness was back to shackle the chest. Tears that he had previously forced to stop flowing, now seemed to spill over when the memory of his brain played back the video shown by Heaven.

"I feel like I can't accept all this" continued Cahya softly accompanied by a sobbing insert that sounded clear.

The sky was trying to understand all the feelings that were shackling this woman's body. He understood very well, anyone who was in the position of Cahya would definitely feel the same destruction. Just what kind of path they will take to be the difference.

The gaze of Cahya's eyes was fixed on a single point pointed by the Sky. The plain faces of his two daughters who must still get happiness. Cahya was still speechless and frozen, dissolving in her own thoughts.

"They are the only reason for you to be stronger. Whatever your heart and your life, their happiness is still on your shoulders."

The words of Heaven stuck right in the heart of the woman who currently still chose to silence not saying a word. He realized that if the test of life comes, there is a life that must continue. Life with his two daughters.

Cahya's memory again rotates the difficult times she went through with Awan in their first year wading through the household nipper. He managed to get through it all until this moment he was able to enjoy all the material pleasures. Now when the test of the heart greeted, he was sure if he would be able to deal with it.

That's right what Sky said, Ay. You may feel broken but you must not be too late in the sadness and destruction. You must be strong because there are two little angels that you must be happy with.

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Shodaqallahul....

The chanting of the holy verse, echoed the silence of the last third of the night in the room that looked dim. There is only a soft reflection of the moonlight from the window glass that becomes the light.

Still with the face attached to his body, Cahya prostrated, gathered to face the qibla trying to find calmness in his mind. Women's tears are relentless dripping as if a signal if the inner wound that he feels is not dry and still gaping wide.

He tried to be strong, but still when considering the cheating done by the husband, his heart seemed to be stabbed by an invisible knife that made him unable to stand. A man who so glorified and loved, could tear and break his heart and life with the affair he did behind his back.

Raga is lifeless. The pulse stopped. The heart seems to stop beating and stop the rate of blood flow that is the source of his life. And the heart seemed to be broken to leave only pieces of wounds scattered on the bottom of his mind.

The woman tried to get back on her feet. With the rest of hope and prayer that someday the Supreme Owner of life will replace this pain with an immeasurable happiness. No matter what days he went through, he had to get out of this slump.

Cahya rubbed the tears that had flowed incessantly. While sighing deeply, trying to accept with sincerity the ink of any destiny that God has written.

"I beg forgiveness if I have to choose a path you may hate, Lord. I can accept whatever the circumstances of Awan but not with an affair. Sorry for all my weakness, which may not be able to defend the household ark that I have built," said Cahya lirih ended his prayer.

Cahya moved from her position. He raked the air deeply to gather back the remnants of his strength. He stepped foot into a drawer where there stored the precious papers of the husband.

"The woman has managed to get all the luxuries from my husband. I will not let this all be taken by him. I'll figure out a way to turn these assets into my name."

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