SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
DECREE

Reza came home from work as usual. He now has a new habit, after bathing will be busy with his cell phone on the balcony there. I know the reason for his new hobby.

"Mas, there's something I want to ask" I said as she focused. And switch to looking at me.

"Dear, sit down." she asked.

I sat by his side, "Mas, I don't want to explain anything about Mas's delay on the wedding day." I looked into his eyes looking for the truth Papa said that he would let go of his lover.

His face looked surprised even though a little was drawn.

"Kok discussed again, did Mas already say that, stuck" he said without looking at my eyes.

"It sure just stuck. Not because of anything else."

Mas Reza fretted, shifting his sitting position a little backward. Put down his phone and reach for a cup and drink some tea.

"If it's just stuck, don't be nervous, Mas." ledekku by continuing to look into his eyes.

"What do you think, baby. I'm already sleeping, tired." he got up from his seat leaving me in the room.

Alright, Mas. If this is what you want, this heartache and pain will I feel for myself. My body was weak to see his present attitude, after the second marriage royally. Not the romance that is created even the emptiness that I feel. It's only been three days, Mom. It's only been three days that we've had a big party, but this is what you gave me. The promise uttered by you, it felt very sweet and real at that time. It makes me feel stupid. If you are honest once, my. Perhaps it could still be that this blade was not piercing too deeply.

Even when the child you said you would be in my womb, you had no idea, Mas. And no one is aware of his presence. You are all too busy with yourself.

I cried in my silence, wishing this was all a bad dream for me. And hope that by the time I wake up, all this will be gone. I rubbed an unstoppable tear from flowing out.

The body trembled with emotion and heartache, feeling light in my body.

I stepped into the room. I have to rest because I'm not alone at the moment, this. I stroked my stomach and went to bed. I stared at Mas Reza's already closed face, either sleeping or just pura. Because a few nights ago, when I woke up to go to the bathroom. She was always not by my side, she was asleep on the sofa by the window. Maybe now he's keeping his distance from me. It's not him you're gonna end it, but I'm gonna end it.

"I know, God. You gave me more strength to face this trial. Because I'm a woman, strong." I closed my eyes, hoping the pain tonight didn't affect my heart and health.

I'm used to living alone, I'm used to being with Mama. I believe I can give happiness to my son without anyone. Like all this time, I never asked about my Papa to Mama, until Mama said it herself.

"Ma.. I miss... Now in my stomach is your grandson, Ma. Pray we are always healthy together." I whispered a prayer for Mama while stroking my stomach to sleep.

THING ...

I woke up because I heard the sound of clinking things like glass clashing.

I saw that Mas Reza was calling in front of the window. Without in his hand a cup of coffee in his drink. I faintly heard their conversation, full of joking and warm. The smile engraved on his face clearly showed his happiness. Yes understand his girlfriend has returned from abroad after a long time. Old Love is Back.

I closed my eyes forcefully, erasing the shadow of their happiness.

I forced to sleep immediately, but it was useless because the heart did not want to close.

The call "Honey" always catapulted Mas Reza to his lover. I have to endure, I have to. I made up my intention not to disturb them with love.

"I miss you, baby. As soon as I get there yes, after work here a little slow." promised my husband to his lover with a smile that is engraved beautifully.

"Thank you, Mom. Your love for me is so sweet that it becomes bitter to taste. I'll give you a chance to be together, as soon as possible." My mind cries out to say this, but I must be sure that this marriage will not bring happiness to anyone. I'll let go.