Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
Duda

It seems Dimas doesn't care about the glare the employees are staring at. The man kept the door open and forced me into the car. And the thing is I can't refuse. Shortly after I sat down the man immediately took his place on the steering wheel. When Dimas had started driving, I accidentally saw the image from the rearview mirror. Citra's face doesn't like to see me.

"So, what do you want to ask me?" Dimas' question made my eyes focus on seeing him. Dimas spoke but his gaze was straight ahead.

"Ehm, are you married?" Dimas glanced at me. "I mean, your age is ripe, I think you deserve to get married."

"Age cannot be used as a benchmark. There is no age limit in marriage. Except for minors," Dimas explained without answering my questions.

"Yes, I get it. But that's not what I'm asking." I muttered, but was greeted with laughter by him. His ears were so sharp that he could hear my voice.

No more conversations until I realized this street wasn't heading home. Except for a public funeral.

"The grave? What are we here for?"

"To answer all your questions about me. Come down."

Dimas led the way until we stopped at a tomb bearing the name of a woman on a tombstone.

"She's my wife who died about three years ago in an accident." Dimas' words surprised me. In fact, I couldn't bear to see her face that had turned sad. Dimas was thinking of something. Maybe he was nostalgic for his late wife.

"I am sorry for the misfortune that befell your wife. I'm sure he's calm down there. Sorry I didn't mean to make you sad."

Don't know where the courage from when I stroked Dimas' arm. Trying to give her strength. I know the loss of a loved one forever is the deepest hurt and sorrow.

Dimas just kept watching me for a while. I don't know what he's thinking right now and what reason he's taking me to his grave. Now, I know Dimas is a widower.

***

It feels like the clock is spinning very fast. The day has changed again. Susan went to a new school. The boy was so confident that he refused to let me go.

The sound of the car horn surprised me. That's Dimas' car, I didn't think the man was keeping his word.

"Are you ready?" tanyanya's still in the car.

I took a deep breath, reassuring myself. "Yes, I'm ready. I won't change my decision."

"Good, comein!" her door.

It never got stuck in my head that I would eventually come to the religious court with the man who was my boss. Along the way no one starts a conversation. I stared pushyly out the window lamenting the fate of my house that was completely destroyed.

Thank you for all the love and hurt you have given me. I will never regret our love-inducing meeting that led us to marriage, because that relationship has Susan in my life. The most beautiful gift I ever had. I'll make sure to take good care of him even without you by my side. I let you live with the woman of your choice. Enough is enough. I want to end our relationship here.

I closed my eyes and closed, until the tears escaped without me preventing. I flinched and opened my eyes when I felt my fingers wipe my tears.

"Cry for the last time, Rima," said Dimas, wiping away my tears. Then the man refocused on looking at the road ahead.

"I won't cry. It's tears of happiness because I'm completely free of him."

***

The religious court office became where I complained about the problems I was facing. All files I have submitted and will be processed soon. Soon they will call on Rama for comment and I reiterate that I refuse any form of mediation.

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