The Love I Don't Miss
Part 4 ( POV Calina Agasta 3 )

Leaving behind my disappointment that morning, it turned out that even until nightfall Mas Zio never invited me to speak personally. If there was my father and mother-in-law, she would talk to me. Sometimes even embracing my shoulders.

But when we were alone, not a word came out of his lips for me. I was like a walking statue that was useless to him.

And even when the night was late, he immediately slept on the sofa of the room. Without greeting me, without caring about my feelings. Unemployed virgin ting - ting like me.

Is it possible that Mas Zio is not normal? Ah, where is it possible.

The next day, Mas Zio invited me to return to the city. To our regional land. For the first time, I was taken to his house in the city. We drove Mas Zio's car, got in front of a two-story house and looked pretty good even though it wasn't too big.

"Well, is my bike here, Mom?" ask me when I see my beloved motorbike parked in the garage.

"Your father delivered!" mas Zio replied flat, even half-smooth and indifferent.

Hearing Mas Zio mention your Papa to me, my heart flinched. Is not my Papa now also his Papa? Why is it like Mas Zio does not consider Papa as his father-in-law.

He should have been able to say better using another name. For example, Papa Rudi who delivers.

Since that day, I know more. My life in the future will feel bland. Beautiful wedding I will never get.

And what I thought that day was true. We slept in separate rooms. Mas Zio slept on the 2nd floor. I was sleeping in the lower room.

There are no servants in Mas Zio's house. Until now even the maid only comes once 3 days to clean - clean clothes and other heavy work.

My days go by without telling anyone what I've been through. Until Mereen finally got me to talk.

A month has passed since our wedding day. I found the reality very bitter. From that day on I could only cry, sad because of the incredible tightness. Lamenting the fate that made me marry a man like Mas Zio.

When I was shopping at the super market, I accidentally met Mas Zio. As I was about to approach, it turned out that he had put something in the trolley that was next to a woman.

At first I was just in shock, but when I saw Mas Zio approaching the woman and then embracing her waist, then my body felt weak. My legs are fixed, unable to move. The world is collapsing on my head.

They look so friendly and romantic. Mas Zio laughed with the woman beside him. He even pushed the trolley without asking. Totally upside down with being with me.

Who her? What story am I living this?

My mind and brain kept wondering who the straight black haired woman was, and the slim body of the model.

I was still standing where I stood. Until without me realizing the pair of eyes of the man who made me dazed at that time turned out to know my whereabouts.

He walked over to me. Without guilt, he invited women of my age to approach me in a way that was quite friendly. I thought he would give me an explanation that satisfied me. But it turns out he gave reality so bitter.

Naura Azalea was introduced as his first wife. The woman he married a few months before our match. He even explained why he could not legally marry Naura.

First, both parents are the same - equally unappreciative. Mas Zio has been prepared by his parents to mate with me. While Naura was also prepared to mate with someone who is still traveling S - 3 abroad. It was just that Naura was reluctant to marry the man.

Second, they are in the same company. Where there it is forbidden to marry one office.

Third, because Mas Zio did not want to hurt his parents. He married without a family knowing. Because their love is so great.

It is fitting that he does not want to linger long with the affairs of arranged marriage. Damn, I'm the woman who is paired with a man like Mas Zio. Even more damn, I have admired him since first sight. Which ultimately led me to fall in love with her.

Yes, deep love...

Even worse, I once promised the late Papa to only marry the man Papa chose. Keep the second love after my love for Papa.

The strange thing I caught from this meeting was, Naura was very kind to me. He spoke very well to me. It was as if she was not angry at all that her husband was marrying another woman.

All of that was seen from the way Naura spoke to me.

My heart was crushed to a crumble, because that first encounter brought me and Naura closer. We got to know each other and Naura visited our house several times.

I was surprised when I found out that Naura lived in a housing adjacent to Mas Zio's housing.

Inevitably, from that day on I accepted the harsh reality that I had to live. It's only fitting that Mas Zio doesn't come home to where I am.

The days pass so quickly. That afternoon while I was at work, I got a call from Mama telling me that Papa fell in the bathroom. Because Papa had a high blood disease, made Papa fainted on the spot, and a few hours later Papa was pronounced dead.

Even when the motorbike I drive alone to go home to my hometown has not reached home.

Until when I arrived, Papa was already stretched stiff on the couch. With many neighbors who surround to pray.

"Father.." I cried tears.

My world has collapsed. My first love has been gone for a long time. The most sincere man who loves me has returned to the lap of God.

Instantly I remembered the last time I visited the house with Mas Zio, a few days after my introduction to Naura.

Papa approached me who was sitting on the living room sofa. Papa asked me to promise to always be strong, strong and persevere in navigating the household ordeal that sometimes feels very heavy. But Papa is very confident that Mas Zio is the best man for me.

"Be a good wife, Calina. Your husband is your imam and role model" Papa said at the time. "Papa sure Zio is a good husband.don't hesitate to have a child from Zio!"

"Yes, Pa!" answer me doubt. Because in reality the ins and outs of our household are not as beautiful as Papa saw. "But... What if I feel tired, Pa?"

"At least you have to keep fighting tirelessly, Nduk. And if your shoulders are really not up and your road is dead, you can make the decision you think is best! But remember son, don't be selfish. You should also think about your Papa and in-law friendship. Be a good daughter-in-law!"

"Thank you for your advice!"

"But remember, son. If you can, marry once in a lifetime!"

"Yes, Pa!" answer me down. Then I hugged Papa's frail body.

What Papa sees is Mas Zio is a man of manners and manners. Always kiss her hands if she shakes hands with him. Papa and Mama don't know if her daughter is being treated like a useless statue in her daughter-in-law's house.

Even Mas Zio had another wife. More valuable than me who is considered a piece of useless trash.

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