The Grief of the Two Red Lines
NEW WORK: SYAHDU

I am a charming woman with a melodious voice pus Syahdu.

Living in a village that still takes care of my life with my grandmother, my only family left.

I Syahdu, have to endure a dramatic life due to the image of my mother who is a former woman of the night is still scorned even though the woman is gone.

I chose to move to the city with my grandmother to avoid the sharp tongue of people until finally my grandmother had a disease that required me to earn money for the care of my grandmother.

Fate brought me together with Arga Alexander, a rich young man of English descent who would help me on condition, I became his woman of satisfaction for several years. Arga gave me a contract to deal with. Then, he did not forbid me from connecting with Aditya Wicaksana, my lover who has been dating me for 7 years.

☆Did Syahdu accept Arga Alexander's offer? How was his love journey with Wicaksana?

CHAPTER 1: SHAHDUKU

"Are you sure you want to move? If you're sure, let me help you find a contract."

I stared at Brother Wicak's face on my phone screen. Right now, I'm on video call with him.

Kak Wicak lectures in the city which is only 2 hours from the village. Then now, I called her because I wanted to move from the village to the city.

"Shew?"

I took a breath. "Related, brother. I want to move in with Grandma. It's not strong." I answered with teary eyes.

"All right, I'll find him. When I see you, I'm telling you."

I nodded and closed my phone. Next door, Grandmother looked at me with a face that kept me down.

"Shahdu..." Grandma stroked my shoulders gently. "Grandma will be happy if you're happy." Speak with a loud voice.

I just nodded, because I knew the heavy grandmother left her village. Just because I'm always crying can't handle the insinuations of people and grandma doesn't get my heart to see me like that. He invited me to move to the city, so I could calm down and continue my studies.

Grandma really wanted to see me wearing toga, being sarajana. He saved up and worked hard to see me wearing a graduation robe and I also wanted to go to college for grandma's wishes. In fact, I would rather work and make money than go to school again and be a burden to my grandmother.

I have persuaded grandma many times to rest and let me make money, but she insisted that I continue to study and pursue my ideals. Grandma said, I had to go to high school so that no one would underestimate and demean me anymore.

A few days ago, as I was walking towards the stall, I heard the conversation of three widows who were famous as 'lambe turah' in my village.

"Syahdu is a good boy, he said."

"Which may be good, her mother is a comfort woman."

"Well, it could be different."

"Where is it possible. Yesterday my son said, Syahdu was singing on stage at the school breakup. He deliberately attracts the attention of men. I see."

"His name is also hereditary, not far away."

"Ho'oh, far fruit doesn't fall from the tree."

"What the hell, anyway."

The three of them giggled without thinking about my feelings, but I knew they saw me earlier and purposely amplified my voice so I could hear.

Anyway come to think of it, for what the hell, they rubbed me the same age as their children. I am a child compared to almost half a century. But yes, his name is a gossip, who could be the victim.

Actually, I've been listening to that kind of thing a lot. Gossip is holding my mother back, I know even what Grandma's hiding from me. But still I am sad every time I hear their chatter.

Back then, when I was 14, I had an accident with one of my classmates. His parents did not accept it because I clawed at the face of his son who told my mother the night woman, I was angry and finally grabbed and clawed her face. Then his mother came and got angry with me.

"It's true your mother was a placemake! Do you know how many men he seduced in this village? Almost all the men were taken with your mother! You should be ashamed, born out of wedlock and not know who your real father is. It was fortunate that she quickly died, otherwise, it could be the widow of all the women in this village!" She strangled me that day in front of my other friends. I cried unacceptable, I wanted to ask grandma directly, surely what I heard was slander.

Then when I asked, was it true that the late mother was like that? Grandma just shut up. Grandma's silence devastated me and I didn't ask about her from that moment on.

"Huh.." I lay my body on the chair after feeling tired for our move.

I looked around, the house where I grew up and grew up with grandma's hands, finally sold and the money for college and living in the city later.

Drrttt

I picked up my vibrating phone and smiled as I read the name on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Syahdu, I have found a cheap contract house and close to the university you will register. It's cheap too."

I smiled, Brother Wicak's voice sounded happy. Maybe because we won't be taking LDRs anymore. All this time, only Brother Wicak who still supports me even though his parents are strongly opposed because of the image of my family. However, he still wants to be with me from Junior High until now he is already in semester 5.

"What time are you here? So I know to pick you up."

"Hm.maybe we leave in an hour, brother."

"Alright, let me know if you want to arrive, yes. I went to college first. Love you." - Love you."

"Love you too." Say it with a smile.

This man, despite being with me for so long, his sweet treatment hasn't changed and I feel very lucky for it.

"Shahdu.."

I looked at the grandmother who was already scolding.

"Mr, let Syahdu do it."

"No papa, grandma doesn't have a job either."

I looked at the face of the grandmother whose skin had loosened, it felt so lucky that she raised me. I heard, I used to be almost adopted by people because Mother who did not want to take care of me, considered me unlucky because after giving birth to me, her customers went a lot because of her swollen body.

My grandmother forced her to give birth to me. Even when I heard that from someone else, I was angry with my grandmother. Why did Grandma thwart the mother who aborted her womb, when it was better that I did not live than suffer as I do now.

Then she cried, the first time I saw her crying. He said he was sad about my words. Though grandma is strong because of my presence, grandma wishes I continue to be her friend when her son does not care about her.

I hugged Grandma until she was amazed by my attitude.

"Sir, thank you for raising me, for supporting me, for teaching me so much."

Grandma did not reply, she looked confused by my sudden attitude.

"I'm sorry it still bothers Grandma."

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Grandma let go of the hug and patted my shoulder.

"Hurry up, clean up. Later that afternoon who bought to take home this house." He said and stood up.

I know Grandma's eyes are teary because of my words. Ah, grandma. Fortunately he is still alive until now, I said then moved to clean up the stuff again.

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"Sister, where?" I was standing among many people, looking for a figure whose face had been hanging on my eyes ever since. I can't wait to meet.

"Here."

I jumped when a familiar voice suddenly entered my right ear.

"Sister! Just be surprised!" My omel to my girlfriend who looks very handsome with a shirt stuffed into her trousers, looks very neat. He just got back from college.

He greeted my grandmother and helped me with my things.

"Come, I've booked a cab."

We also moved to the contract that has been selected by Mr. Wicak.

The man helped us with the stuff, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and sweated around his forehead. In my eyes, he looks very handsome.

"Sister, rest first."

I bought fritters and iced tea, put it on the table.

"Grandmother has rest in the room, sister is also rest."

He nodded and sat down next to me, finishing the iced tea half a glass straight away. It seemed that he was thirsty for lifting and arranging things.

I look at him full of love. To me, there is no other man who is very alluring other than Aditya Wicaksana, the lover of my heart.

"Why do you think I am?"

I smiled and shook my head.

"Kangen?"

I nodded quickly.

"me too. Later, I sweat and smell. Uh?"

Without a care I hugged his arm and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"You are this." he said, wiping my hair.

It has been a month since we met. Usually, Wicak will come home once a week and take the time to meet me, but lately he said he was busy and did not have time to go home.

"Sister, tomorrow accompany me to the University, will you?"

"Yes, tomorrow I have no courses. I'm here early." Answer while chewing the food.

"Oh yes, brother. This house has been paid for 3 months, huh? Howmoney? Let me change that."

"No, use the money to sign up tomorrow." He replied casually as he sipped his drink again.

"Where can that be, brother. It's the savings brother's money. I have money, really." My protest at him. I know he's a pretty decent guy and works part-time too, but that doesn't mean I can just as well, right?

"Udah, no papa. I'm your boyfriend. How can I see your hardship."

"But the money is there, brother. Kan, grandma just sold the house." Sahutku again.

"Use it for your college tuition. Diligent learning to finish college quickly and can show toganya same grandma."

I started mewek. Brother Wicak, how can I not love you more.

"Lho, why cry?" She leaned her body towards me who was feeling very lucky to have a boyfriend like her.

"Don't cry, dong. It's a crybaby, yeah. Haha." He laughed while wiping away my tears.

"Listen yes, Shahduku. I'm here to take care of you. If there's anything, let me know quickly. If you need anything, tell me, okay?"

I nodded because there was no man in this house and I definitely only relied on him.

"Yes already, take a shower. You smell."

I frowned at her words, but I knew enough myself that cleaning up these things made me sweat a lot.

"Yes, I'm gonna take a shower." I said as I got out of my chair and picked up the towel in my room.

Before heading to the bathroom, I saw her for a while. He pulled out his phone and started wiping his screen. I looked at his handsome face. It feels very lucky, a guy like the handsome, smart, and kind Sister Wicak still wants to be with me.

"Hey, what's there? Shower there!"

I smiled embarrassedly when I was caught staring at him from afar. I rushed to the bathroom and continued to cry. Ah. sister Wicak..

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