The Incomplete Love
Away Carrying Wounds

PoV Qiara's

Leaving Mas Thoriq was a hard and painful decision I had ever made. My love for him has not faded at all.

I don't know which one I'm more afraid of, seeing that Mas Thoriq no longer loves me, or making him a dzolim husband in an already unhealthy marriage.

Well, the marriage we built lovingly is now broken. This wedding will be next to be scarred for me by Hanna's presence. I think Mas Thoriq was also hurt by his decision, but it seems that his wounds dried up faster to make room for love for Hanna to grow and bloom.

But what can I expect from all of this? Hanna was also Mas Thoriq's wife. We are the wives who must be sincere and strong to survive. And finally chose to retreat.

The presence of Mas Thoriq seed in my womb gives strength. I have to be selfish. Not to punish Mas Thoriq by distancing his future sons, but to maintain my sanity and happiness. There are seeds to be fought for here.

I accepted Marianne's idea to go thousands of miles. Evidence that love is still so great for Mas Thoriq.

I have to open a new leaf where Mas Thoriq is not within my reach. All of them can still make me crumble and bend my knees. O Allah, that is how I love a Thoriq Aditya.

When I finished packing, I took the marriage book. I'm tight-knit, I'm,

back to feeling happiness that was once only mine. I kept it well for me to leave it to Mr. Reno, the lawyer Mas Dhanu hired to take care of my divorce.

Divorce, I never thought I and Mas Thoriq would end up at this point.

Before I left I picked up the silver velvet box, I opened the lid. All the jewels and dowry of Mas Thoriq I keep there.

It is still clear in my mind how Mas Thoriq fought hard to buy the jewelry with his own money.

How happy I am to receive these jewels. I used my husband's gifts at all important events with great pride.

I slowly took off the wedding ring that had been coiling on my ring finger for twelve months. A ring that is a sign of love and loyalty that has been tarnished. Kukecup as a sign of farewell. It was as if these lips were peeping at Mas Thoriq for the last time.

I pulled both suitcases into the living room. Once again I'll take a look at a room I might never occupy again. A room that may soon be occupied by the woman who has taken my love.

I looked at my wedding photo and Mas Thoriq. It was her face that always made me fall in love.

“Pardon Qia carrying away our baby. But he's all I have from Mas. One day, Qia will introduce to Mas. Qia sincerely Mas happy with Hanna and your son.”

I wipe away the tears that escaped. No more tears!

After the online taxi arrived and the suitcases had entered, I closed the door. This heart is still beating, this eye is still condensing, and this love is still there even though it is not intact anymore.

Mas Dhanu and all my friends drove me to the airport.

Before leaving, I checked the hape. Wish there was a message from Mas Thoriq, just asking for my news. No message at all.

“Ikhlas, Qiara, she already belongs to someone else, my inner” harbors disappointment.

I deactivated all social media accounts and handed over the sim card to Mas Dhanu. Marianne gives her Australian simcard which is still active.

Mas Dhanu still hasn't let me go. The brother he always protected, will now go to the land of people when two bodies. My brother wants to come along, just make sure everything's okay. But many patients are waiting for him, many lives to be saved on the operating table.

After we hugged him tightly, he finally let me go. I waved once more at the people who supported me before entering the immigration room.

On the plane, my eyes were staring at the city of Jakarta which I slowly but surely left. This wound will dry up, this self must be strong without Mas Thoriq, and this heart must sincerely abandon love.

My resolve was unanimous, creating the happiness that had been taken away, rebuilding the despair that had been broken.

“Strong, Qiara!”

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