SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
LOVE LETTER

I have been to my new place for three days. Thankful in the journey there are no obstacles that I experienced with my son.

"Healthy, son. Thank you for fighting with Mommy, son." I stroked my stomach while enjoying the sunrise.

I live in a village that is strategically located with a hospital. Because of my condition that must often check up on pregnancy, I do not want to miss the slightest development.

TRINGS ....

[Message to Mas Gaga]

"Non, today Mr. Reza returns to Mension. Can I get a divorce letter to her today?."

[Message Out]

"Alright, send it now, Mas."

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I've been communicating with him all this time. I was just running a business trip. What would happen if she received that love letter from me.

CRING ... CRING ... CRING ...

"So soon the response." I smiled at my phone that rang repeatedly.

[Make Into Mas Reza]

"Dear pick up my call, now!"

"Hey, who are you ruling me."

Repeatedly ringing makes my ears hurt.

"Hello, honey. What do you mean by all this. Where are you now!," his voice was full of shock and panic.

"What's up, Mom. Why don't you like my wedding gifts. Don't you want a wedding, then it's a gift for you from me." I said casually.

"Where are you? we need to talk good about everything, baby." he persuaded.

"There's nothing good, Mom. Thank you for making my heart go numb to you. Happy happy, don't forget I'm waiting for your autograph." I ended the call. Mama's voice cried and Papa's voice persuaded her.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, Ma Pa. But it was you who started it, I just ended it by helping ease your burden to keep lying to me."

I took off my mobile SIM card and threw it into the river at the end of my village road.

"Get her autograph by any means."

[Message to Mas Gaga]

"Ready, Non"

Now the phone numbers, husband, in-laws and even my family have been released sincerely. I'm back to myself. I'm used to it myself. Now only me, my son and Mas Gaga know where I am. Let God take care of us, for man cannot be trusted much less love.

"Mr. Where did you come from?" ask one of the neighbors who saw me from the river.

"Behold the river Ma'am, the water is clear and swift." I said and approached those who were sitting casually on the terrace.

"Yes still beautiful, Ma'am. Same thing in a big city. Here sit down, we'll do it again." he asked, I joined sit with some mothers and young women around my age.

"Often gather here, let's not be lonely" said one middle-aged woman.

"Yes ma'am, thank you for accepting me here." nodded and smiled looking at the mother who greeted me with a soft and soothing voice. Her face was beautiful even though she was not young.

"We are talking here, there is a water guava similar to young manga. Tuh the Dira again cravings." the mother who was cool with brown sugar chili showed a young girl in red clothes beside me.

Seeing it made my saliva drip. I was the same some days sometimes want to eat fresh sweet sour, but because I myself feel lazy.

"How many months is her gestational age, Ma'am?" my many.

"It's only been 4 months, Ma'am" he said embarrassed while stroking his stomach.

"Well, congratulations, hopefully healthy and smooth everything" I said. "Include my name Bella Saphira, call me whatever you can." I extended my hand.

"Yes, Mother. I'm Dira." take my hand. For other mothers we have met on the first day I stayed here when buying vegetables.

"Mbak Rara is also pregnant again, Dir." said Darmi's mother.

I'm nodding.

"Well, how many months have you been?" tanyakanya.

"New entry 8 weeks approximately 2 months, Ma'am." said I.

We enjoyed eating together.