That boy is my wife!
Dissective

"Ngapain Om Ferdi is here? Wouldn't Om Ferdi have been a grin, if Jiya was dying?"

For some reason, that short sentence seemed very striking. And made my heart ache, suddenly.

Moreover, Jiya said it without turning her head towards me. And just looking at the hospital window with eyes so empty.

"Satisfied, have you made Jiya like this? Even to the point of making Jiya the most evil mother in the world" he continued. Still staring outwards who seemed more attractive than I was.

"Sorry" I said in the end.

I didn't even dare to look at Jiya's face from the moment when she turned to me with eyes missing half her soul.

"I'm sorry?" repeat, chuckling slowly. "What's the apology for turning Jiya's fetus again? Or can an apology change what happened yesterday so nothing in Jiya's life? No, Om!!!" hysterical shouting.

I saw Jiya crying so hard. Trying to get closer to him and calm himself down. But, he even glared sharply at me. Threatening to pull the string of infusion then stab himself in the stomach with a fruit knife that has been held by his hand since.

"Don't come here! Jiya hates Om Ferdi!"

"But, Ji. I ..." My words were hanging in the air. When I heard that one sentence I never expected came out of Jiya's lips.

"Jiya think we better split up. So, for now and in the future don't ever show up or see Jiya again."

In that instant, I felt my world collapse. However, stupid. I just sat quietly in my place and did not protest at all.

As for Jiya, she looks back at me. Curled up on the hospital bed, with shoulders up and down.

I know he's crying over his decision. But, Jiya might think that this is the best way we have to go. With a heavy heart too. I also started to leave. It's just, before I close the door to the room. I left a word for him.

"If you believe this decision, I will accept it. But that doesn't mean our home is over. I'm assuming it's just a break."

After saying that, I left Jiya's room and all our memories there.

Momi and Mamah Vivi who heard everything from the outside, looked at myself softly. Even they were unable to stem their own tears that now seemed to fall on the surface of the cheeks.

"You serious, Fer? What if when you break someone else comes in? Are you sure you're going to let Jiya go?" mama Vivi asked unexpectedly.

"When Mamah seneng really have a ghost like you. Mamah also did not blame you about the incident last night after hearing the story from Jeng Clara. This is just a misunderstanding, even though Mamah is quite disappointed because of your actions, the grandson we have been waiting for so far did not become born in the world. But Fer, this isn't exactly kam-'s fault either"

"Well," call me soft, smiling."Whatever Jiya's decision, Ferdi will accept. If this is the best path now. Ferdi is willing to wait until Jiya really wants to open her heart again for Ferdi. Because, Ferdi believes the soul mate will not go where. So, please take care of Jiya for Ferdi, yeah."

I held tightly to my in-law's hand, as if I was channeling all the flavors I couldn't express back then. Although, Momi was silent. But he was the one who cried the most and wouldn't look at me. Well, it seems like she is very disappointed, surpassing Mamah Vivi.

Not felt, the day began to pass so difficult after the incident. Very busy weeks of activity. Until it turns into a month of suffering. Then, it turned into a year that felt really hard.

This, it may have been the second year, even our separation. How difficult are the days I have to go through without Jiya. At the same time return to the office routine that is really draining physically and exertion. And subconsciously made me a cold and untouchable figure.

I don't know, since when did my character turn bad like that. Or maybe, ever since I started to get depressed for too long parting with her? Hey, how's it going now?

It's been a long time, after the last time Mamah Vivi told me and Momi that she was moving abroad. Which is automatic, Jiya will also come with him.

I hope, Jiya is fine and starts her new life cheerfully. Honestly, I miss her nagging and annoying figure. How to call my name with the addition of 'Om', and touch that sometimes still imprint on the surface of the skin.

"Of!"

The call instantly broke my daydream while sitting, after an afternoon run around the complex.

In that instant my head immediately turned to the right side. Then found a teenage girl who was still wearing a high school uniform, suddenly came closer to me with her hands carrying a small note book that was stretched out in front of my face.

"Can I have his autograph?" ask her carefully, which I immediately replied with a warm smile on the face.

He's a kid anyway. I don't have to be indifferent to him.

"Can it do what? I'm not an artist." Gurauku while taking the pen in the hands of the teenager.

I heard, the boy snorted. Then answered my words with his challenge. "My friend said, Om it's like Yeonjun TXT. Mah, I think Om, looks more like Suneo."

The deg!

It felt like something was touching my heart. It kept me quiet for a while, with my hands still hanging in the air.

"Omm?"

"Om Ferdi?"

"Yes, Ji!" my jolt quickly made the teenager in front of me immediately furrow next to his eyebrows.

"Ji, who's Om?" her question was full of curiosity. Which is directly related to other topics.

"I'm sorry I changed my mind. I'll go first" I said quickly. Hurriedly getting up from where I was sitting resting earlier.

I didn't even make out the sound of the boy's screams still trying to get my autograph.

Arriving at the penthouse. I immediately threw myself on the gray bed. Then he turned his face, to see the ceiling of the room that afternoon, was illuminated by the sunset because of the balcony door I opened.

With mixed thoughts, I still remembered the incident earlier. The incident that I think is so dejavu, that makes me remember the figure of Jiya again. Moreover, the grooming of the boy earlier and his style of speech really reminded me of his figure.

Why is it such a coincidence?