The Love of the Inmates
Misunderstand

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"Congratulations to your daughter" a doctor told Raka.

" Thank God, how's her mom doing?" Ask Raka with worry.

"Alhamdulillah his mother survived" replied the doctor.

The kid? so Raka has been....??

My heart is completely broken watching this reality, I don't know what to do. I loved her, even loved her so much. I didn't feel my tears spilling in an instant, it hurt.

I saw Raka enter the woman's treatment room, and I followed her immediately. I can't wait to ask her for an explanation about the woman and the child born of that woman.

I opened the door without excuse, and when Raka and the woman turned to look at me, they were surprised to see me coming.

"Mas.." I said as I approached them.

"Mary, what are you doing here?" Nervous speech.

"I should ask, 'Why is he here, who is he?" I asked as I glanced at the woman lying next to Raka.

"Mary, this is not what you see, you just misunderstood," he said.

"I don't need your defense, which I need at the moment clarity with nothing covered up. Who is he mas?" tanyaku.

Raka came up to me, and tried to touch my hand, but I immediately brushed it off.

"You need to touch before you explain it. Mas replied, why are you just silent like this?" ask me with emotions that are no longer held back.

But Raka just fell silent not to answer my question, I was really upset. I finally came out of the room, and walked half-run with a very painful wound in my heart.

I stopped at a hospital park, I decided to sit for a moment. My feet feel no longer strong, I mourn my own fate. I shed all my disappointments with my tears, and I cried.

When I felt strong enough, I immediately ordered an online taxi to take me home.

***

The phone rang incessantly, Raka kept calling me. But I didn't pay attention to it. My heart is still too sick, broken, disappointed raging in my heart. I never thought I would have to fall into such deep disappointment.

An hour later Raka came, and I had to open the door for her. I'm not good with the other neighbors because Raka keeps knocking and calling me.

"Dear, don't do this. Listen first to Mas's explanation," he said, then tried to grab my hand, but I immediately brushed it off.

"She was a will, the wife of Mas's best friend. Mas was forced to claim to be her husband, because willa has no family here, she is alone. Her husband is dead, her parents are no longer there. He was just a kara, Mas just helped him, nothing more" he explained.

"What is the evidence if your words are true mas, it could just be covering the truth" I said ketus.

"Now come to my mom's house, let me explain everything" he said.

"Why should my mom be the proof, what's the connection?" my many.

"Mama who was a witness when the husband of the wife exhaled" she replied.

***

Forty-five minutes later we arrived, I saw that the house was very luxurious and magnificent. Raka does have two houses, dikotaku and in Jakarta.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, oh den Raka. Please enter den," he said while letting in.

" Mr.." Raka greeted and greeted the woman who was sitting on the sofa. It seems to be the mother who gave birth to him.

"Raka, tumben nightly home. You're not working?" tanyakanya.

"No ma, Raka's off tonight. Oya ma knows, this is Maria." said Raka introduced me.

I smiled and greeted Raka's mother.

"Maria, it turns out that she is actually more beautiful" she said, rubbing my face gently.

"This is the Mary that Raka once told me about,"

"Yes, please sit down."

I sat down next to Raka.

"It's just right that Raka is crazy about you. Every time he comes home he's just talking about you."

I also just smiled at Mama Raka's words.

"Actually Raka and Maria are having Ma's problem" said Raka.

"What problem?" ask Mama.

"Masalan Winda mah, this afternoon Winda gave birth surgically. Raka admitted to the hospital as her husband. There is no other intention, Raka deliberately admitted that the delivery process is fast. But it turns out that Maria followed Raka, obviously Maria misunderstood." he said.

Suddenly a woman who had opened the door came with a drink, and served it for us.

"Include non, I'm bi imah. Art in this house," he said kindly to me.

"I'm Maria bi." I said as I reached out and regretted it.

"Geez, don't have to kiss her aunt's hand, aunt is not good" said bi imah while pulling her hand but I hold back.

"No papa bi," I said.

"Geez, Den Raka is a pinter if you find a candidate" he said smiling.

"Iya dong bi, Raka is that loh." said Raka chimed in the speech Bi Imah.

"Yes already aunty saying yes first, please drink" said Bi Imah.

I am still confused to hear the words of Mama Raka and Bi Imah, is it just me that Raka loves?

"Maria, Vinda is the wife of her friend Raka. Raka's friend died when she was pregnant for 4 months" Mama Raka explained.

"But why didn't Mas Raka ever talk about this?" my many.

"Mas forget dear, forgive Mas well," said Raka as she grabbed my hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry I misunderstood." I said.

I felt relieved and calm because I knew the truth, it turns out I just misunderstood.