The Love I Don't Miss
Part 40 (Scars )

Returning from home after enjoying his favorite raw rice with Kenzo, Calina is now back in Kenzo's apartment. He lay himself on a soft bed after flushing his body under the shower.

Her divorce papers are already lying on the dresser. A sense of relief mixed with disappointment converged in the deepest recesses of the heart.

Who wants to be a divorcee? There aren't.

Who wants to live a life like him? There aren't.

All women want to live happily with their partner. Couples who pledge a relationship in a sacred bond. Then made her the only queen in the palace of her male heart. She is the only love for her husband.

But none of this was ever obtained by the village flower. He must live a life full of twists and turns over the past year. Struggling to maintain a true heart has been broken for a long time.

Letting his heart be wounded slashed by an invisible dagger, which grew sharper and sharper. But at the end of the story softens without clarity. All became ambiguous for her status as a second wife who was not loved from the beginning.

"Run your new life, young widow." he murmured, calling himself a widow.

He got up from his bed, approached the dresser. Staring at yourself in front of a fairly large dressing table mirror. Pay attention to his face and body wrapped in a satun pajama suit colored bone white.

"I don't look like a widow, do I?" muttered. "While I was married, I was never pregnant!" he murmured as he continued to pay attention to himself.

"Maybe I'll just look like a spinster! Hihihi!" his clique is alone. But the next moment the laughter disappeared.

"But it...."

Calina's words stopped. Remembering the word virgin that he pinned on the old word feels less fitting.

"I'm no longer a virgin." she murmured later.

The originally glowing face now became a sour look. Recalling one night that made her feel like a widow. The night he had to cry for his life until morning.

"There may be a virgin with me!" muttered later. His face was getting lethargic. "Well, if I remarry, I'll only get one, two, or even three children!" he continued to say - if not clear.

Sighing heavily, "life isn't always beautiful, Calina!"

He took his divorce deed, "at least I'll learn to be better for this mistake!" his murmur looked sadly at the map in his hand.

Calina took the divorce deed to the closet. He took his suitcase, which he used to keep his important letters. One of them is a diploma and other graduation marks. Also some personal items he brought from Zio's house.

Krekka...

The sound of a suitcase zipper moves from the left to the right of the suitcase. Calina opened her suitcase wide, then entered the map containing her divorce certificate.

He pressed the pile of important files before closing them again. As he was about to close back, his eyes were distracted by a pink object in the corner of his suitcase.

His pair of eyes were stunned. He took the plastic to form a box that already had the tear. As if it had been taken at some time.

"How could I forget this." he murmured softly.

He immediately remembered when he had worn it, and how long he had never worn it.

Instantly his stomach felt heartburn, "impossible." he said with an expression that was difficult to guess.

He rubbed his stomach, "Three months!" muttered.

Tears just drip. Don't want all that to happen. What to do if it is true. But for the rest of his life, only this time he experienced a late coming month to three months.

"Nooo!" the cry was held back with tears that began to pour out profusely. "I don't want to! I don't want any part of that man in my life!" he said with tears that began to wet his cheeks.

"Aackh!" frustrated screams.

He beat his stomach which still looked flat. With tears constantly flooding her smooth white cheeks. For a long time he lamented his fate in front of the cupboard. Although there is no evidence that she is actually pregnant, various images of pregnancy without a husband begin to enter her mind.

He squeezed his sleeping pajamas right in the stomach firmly. Wreaks such a tight feeling on the chest. He was relieved to get divorced from Zio. But not yet one night, he had to find a reality that made him nauseous.

"Mama.... What should Calina do now?" she sighed with a so heartbreaking sounding so.

He stood in front of the mirror again, staring at his stomach with hatred. It was as if he was staring at Zio and recalled that fateful night.

"I've hated you all my life, Zio!" he exclaimed with sharp eyes and strong teeth.

"AAAKKHL!" calina yelled in frustration.

Prak! Prak!

She slide all the makeup tools or anything that is on the dresser. He moved with a very rough movement. Until everything falls apart against the floor. No matter some things until they have to break unceremoniously.

Then he nodded his back to the bed. He closed both knees to him where he looked down, so that tears could no longer come out of the fertilizer.

Long, long enough he was like a dazed man who lost his way. His head was filled with ambiguous questions that could not be explained.

***

🍄 Home Zio Alfaro. At the same time, Calina finds a reality that she thinks is bitter.

Naura and Zio were sitting on the living room sofa. Zio who was still sad because he finally had to really lose Calina, could only stay by leaning his head on his wife's lap.

"Don't be too late in grief, Mas.." - Oozy Naura rubbed softly on Zio's jet-black hair.

"I'm sorry I've been a stupid man all this time, honey!" answer Zio. "God gave me a chance to have two angels to look after, but I can't be fair. And now one angel has gone somewhere..."

Naura just silently heard her husband who was sharing grievances. Many times her husband seemed to want to cry, but it was clear that he was holding her back.

"Akhc!" suddenly Zio sat down by holding the middle of his chest.

"What's wrong with you, Mom?" asked Naura in panic.

"Shhhhh!" Zio hissed because his chest hurt for a while.

But then it disappeared. And he went back to being normal. I don't know what Zio was feeling. The pain that hit it suddenly felt so excruciating. A minute later it disappeared without leaving any pain.

"What's wrong with you, Mom?"

"I arrived - I was sick!" zio replied still holding his chest.

"Then now?"

"It's not at all." Zio replied in surprise.

He had never felt that strange pain before.

"Are you sure, or should we go to the doctor, honey?"

Zio simply shook his head weakly, "no need, darling!"

Does it have anything to do with Calina beating her stomach?

I don't know...

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