Post-divorce
The Part 30
...Don't forget to leave a trace...
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All things have improved, after a month it happened to us. Atma had not experienced the trauma of kidnapping by Denis, several times consulted a child psychologist to eliminate the trauma.
While my ex-mother-in-law was ill and hospitalized at the hospital where I was on duty, compassion was present when I saw her pensive in the hospital room without being with anyone, Denis was sentenced to 15 years in prison and may appeal to ease his sentence.
"Ma, when's Papa coming back from Bandung?" ask Atma on the way to school.
"Maybe tomorrow, why?"
"Papa's been busy lately, rarely playing with Atma." Atma turned to me, "ma, how's Om Denis doing?" atma's question made me brake the car suddenly.
"Why, baby? Is Atma going to see Om Denis?" He shook his head.
"Atma wants to return something" he replied.
"What does Atma want to bring back?"
"It." Atma took something that he stored in his bag. "at that time Om Denis gave a gift box hidden in the bag, so that Papa Rama did not know it. Denis says Atma can open it on his birthday."
"Did Atma open it?" He shook. "Why not open?"
"Atma wants to open it with Om Denis before Atma finds out he's Papa's Atma."
"Atma's not afraid of Denis?" He nodded in response. "Atma just wanted Mama to give it back to Om Denis?" I asked Atma, for this time she nodded her head.
"Atma doesn't want to see Om Denis, he's not Papa the birth of Atma, only Papa Rama the Atma has. Just give this box to her, Atma doesn't want to take it."
Atma does not admit that Denis is her real Papa from the beginning she knew the truth. I will not force him, most importantly I have been honest about all the facts to Atma, so that there is no burden for me later if he has grown up.
"Well, this box is gonna save you, 'OK?" He also nodded.
"It is better that Atma does not have Papa if Papa Atma's birth is Om Denis" he said firmly. "Om Denis has hurt us, made Mama hurt and cry, he's the one who made Atma ridiculed by friends that Atma doesn't have Papa." I was amazed to hear Atma's words, the sadness Denis incited so hurt his heart.he was very hopeful of Papa's presence during his childhood and it could not be fulfilled by Denis.
At the age of a child, Atma must feel a deep heart wound. I could only hug her, gently rubbing the tops of her heads to calm her heart without saying a word, let time heal the wounds Denis had incised.
Today I got a night shift at the hospital, after making sure Atma gets into the classroom, I get back in the car, the plan is to go back home. However, after seeing the gift box Denis gave to Atma, my curiosity arose, wanting to find out the contents in the box. Slowly I opened the box, there was a photograph. I remember that photo clearly. The pain of the stomach stifling this chest, the photo of which moments before the talc was uttered from Denis' mouth, Denis said ....
"Remember Amanda, we were once happy together, we were in a loving household, even though the end of our marriage was divorce." The speech immediately revolved in the memory of my brain memory after seeing the photo, the photo where I, baby Atma and Denis were still a whole family before he dropped the talaq.
Denis still keeps all those memories neat, he was once a day a good Papa figure for Atma even at my request. What I asked for that day was not in vain, the affection for Atma had been present in his heart even though he had not yet realized it, his regret and love for me was really something painful for his life after our separation.
I quickly drove the car to the place where Denis was a prisoner. Yeah, I'm meeting him to get things done, for the last time I'm gonna see him.
"How are you?" Denis greeted me as we sat facing each other.
"Very good."
"How's our son?" Without answering, I offered the gift box Denis gave to Atma.
"Here, Atma asked me to return it, she hasn't seen the photo yet, and I hope I'll never see it."
"Why? How much does Atma hate me?"
"He doesn't hate you, he just doesn't recognize you as his real Papa. Don't show him the picture, because it will make him sad and not rule out the possibility of hating you, because you have left him not even admitting it after seeing our togetherness in the photo." Denis breathed heavily, his eyes glazed over, the tear from his mouth, The man before me was very fragile.
"Is my mistake not worth forgiving? You have no idea how much pain I miss you every night, when Atma calls Me Om and calls Rama Papa, but I am his real Papa."
"Not only are you tormented, being a single parent to Atma is no easy feat, great without a Papa by his side is not an easy thing for Atma to live by, either, you should thank Rama because he loves Atma from a baby like his own son" I said cynically to him.
"Is there not the slightest love in your heart for me Amanda?"
"Love is dead. You are just someone who has filled my heart and days in the past, now there is Rama who fills my heart and my days forever."
"What do I have to do to make amends?"
"Forgot us, do not disturb our lives anymore, it is enough sorrow that you have given me and the Atma. Find your own happiness with other women, not with Me. Don't expect something you can't achieve. Enjoy all the results that you have instilled in the past, regret and not being recognized as a full Papa by Atma is a punishment for what you have done to us in the past. This is the last time I'll see you, Denis."
"I'm sorry, forgive all my mistakes that have hurt you, no one can shift your position in my heart, I am serving all these punishments to make amends even though it is still not worth the grief I am giving you." Lirih.
I stood up and left him still glued silent with a pushy look and left the box in Denis's hand without saying a word more.
I returned home to do my housework as a housewife before doing my job as a Doctor. Relax for a moment eliminate fatigue by watching television cooking program. With the host of one of the chefs with an oriental face and tattooed.
"So you like a guy who can cook? And the tattooed one like you see now?" Rama's voice broke my concentration, to the point that I was surprised. 'shouldn't he still be in Bandung?' I said in my heart.
Then Rama took the remote I held and turned off the cooking show I was seeing.
"Kok turned off, Mas? Look, a man is cooking is sexy, loh Mas."
He snorted while shaking his head, as if my words made no sense to him.
"Where is sexier, Men can cook or Men who can design and build a house? Hmm?"
My lips twitched withholding laughter, so Rama would not be willing if I admired another Man besides himself?
"Hmmm...actually the sexier that can design and build a house." I replied finally with sparkling eyes staring at him.
"Your minister means to choose a man." A bright smile adorned his face that had looked stiff, approached me and immediately embraced me as he usually did when he arrived home.
"Why are you home, Mom?"
"I'm just asking you."
"I'm sick from the morning, the body feels weak." I turned my body against him, touching Rama's forehead and neck.
"No fever. Maybe you're too tired, you should rest, let me prepare food, clean your body first, I'll bring food to the room."
"All right." He passed to the room, this week his health condition declined, even the food he just ate could vomit without cause, strange things in my opinion.
A cell phone clerk who is at the table, seeks out Gita's contact, to ask her to pick up Atma because Rama is sick right now.
\[Gita, please Brother to pick up Atma, can you? Rama is sick.\]
\[Can, Brother. Coincidentally I and Brother Janu want to go there, give us our wedding invitation.\]
\[It just so happens that, thank you my beautiful sister.\]
The matter of picking up Atma is over, it is time to take care of the big baby in the room. After marrying Rama his attitude is no less spoiled with Atma, clothes, food should I who prepare if it is at home.
"Feed it, Mas!!!" I said annoyed when I returned to the room but the food I served was still intact.
"Amanda, please don't force me to eat, it's nauseous."
"Ckk ..you're like a pregnant man, Ishh." I heard Rama widen his eyes.
"When did you last come?"
"I forgot, it seems ...." I patted my forehead. "I should've gotten my period this week. What do not-don't ...."
"You pregnant?"
"No, maybe it's just late."
"I'm sure you're pregnant, proof I've had nausea cravings this week."
"Where can I get pregnant, you Nausea, ngaco you Mas."
"Anyway I don't want to know, tomorrow you have to check with the testpack."
"I don't feel any sign of pregnancy Mas, my body's normal."
"Check or I won't eat at all today?"
"Yes, yes, my goodness you're so grumpy."
"Not angry baby, even more love and love." She hugged my waist, kissed my belly as if I was pregnant right now.
"Mas, don't expect more, I'm afraid you're disappointed."
"Mas sure, Amanda."
"As far as you are...oh yes, there was a courier came to send something in the form of an envelope, I put it on the work desk."
"May you please get it?" I nodded, after which I took the envelope in Rama's study and returned to the room.
"It's mas." He immediately opened the envelope, and I was surprised by the contents, my heart felt crumpled, my body was unable to stand up, I sat down expressionlessly with tears beginning to burst out of my eyes.
'O Allah what else will happen in my life? It's so dear 'have you put this self to trial for me again?' whispered in my heart.
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