THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Struggle.
Three months passed. After the divorce was certainly not an easy thing for Abim. But apart from that there is a speck of happiness for him than when he was Diah's husband first.
But the feeling of being betrayed, hurt, and unable to accept reality still always affects Abim's feelings.
Until Abim finally realizes, he must live life, and mind, will no longer waste. Releasing emotions and opening new sheets, which Abim has never been through.
*******
"Mel, please give me a chance, I love you, and will do anything to atone for my guilt," that's what Abim always said in front of Melati.
"I told you, brother, it would be more beautiful for us to be brother, sister," said Melati, who stood on her back to Abim. They are currently in the garden of Melati's house.
"I'm a woman who has the feeling of a brother, not like aluminum that will make the patchwork when the pot that you usually use is no longer feasible to use" said Melati.
Without Abim knowing Melati's tears are flowing.
"Mel" Abim's heart melted, hearing the answer of the woman he now loved wholeheartedly.
Melati did not answer, Abim's rejection had hurt his feelings until now. Not that it feels vengeful, but the pain of Melati's heart is still not treated.
"Mela please.. I was wrong, but... is there no more forgiveness for me? for I have promised myself, and will not repeat the mistake of the second time." Abim now stood beside Melati.
"Sorry brother, you better go home," concluded Melati, then went into the house, not telling Abim to come in.
Walk into the room. Riska's mother who was sweeping the floor saw her son crying and followed.
Tok to tok.
"Come in" Melati replied from inside in a hoarse voice.
Chequek.
"Mel, you're fighting again?" Mother sat in bed staring at the back of Melati who slept on her side while sobbing. Riska's mother rubs her second child's pungung.
"Mel, you've grown up, son, make a decision that you think is good, for yourself, for yourself,"
This time, Miss Riska does not want to interfere in her child's love affairs. He still felt guilty, because he had already betrothed Mela. But not the happiness he got, just hurt the heart of his second child.
"Dare nothing, Mom," Melati then sat hugging her knees.
"Yes already.if it's okay don't cry." said Miss Riska. "It is better to meet Abim gih, not polite, time, there are guests in stay in," added Riska sage.
"No way, I'm the only one who's met him" Melati replied with a frown.
"But it's not Mel's mother's guest" Ms Riska meant so her son could solve the problem without hurting each other.
"Mother..don't Jasmine" Whine.
"Yes dech, for the sake of the mother's child," Mother came out of the room walking forward to meet Abim who was still contemplating in the garden chair.
Abim still hopes Melati will come back out to see him.
"Son Abim" said Riska.
Abim turned his head quickly, seeing who came and stood up. "Mother" Abim welcomed Ms Riska's hand and kissed her.
"Bim, I'm sorry Mom's son, I think... Melati still does not want to see you, let her calm down first yes, son" said the gentle mother.
"Good ma'am, I go home first huh" with a feeling that still holds Abim back. Abim will try to convince Melati, if not today, tomorrow, or maybe the day after.
*******
"Alfred. marry me fast." (Alfred quickly married me) Diah sat on the lap of her lover.
"Ok soon I well marry you." (Ok in the near future I will marry you.) Alfred replied rubbing Diah's lips after making love.
This is the flashback, a month ago, after Diah officially divorced Abim. Diah then runs away from home, leaving her family behind.
At that time, she had become a woman who had forgotten her family. Where else if not Alfred.
Usut had a stretcher, it turns out Alfred proved his words. Married to Diah by serial means, without a single Diah family knowing.
They currently live in a rented house, type 60.
(Use Indonesian only, budhe gave up 😁😁😁)
The evil mother, it turns out Diah misses her son too.
"I told you, Diah! not now!" Alfred snapped, making Diah shocked. Hownot? alfred never banged on him.
They were eating breakfast before Diah left for work.
"Kok you mad at Freed?" Diah pouted, if with Abim once Diah who always snapped, now when with Alfred Diah mlempem.
"Shorry" Alfred who initially stood up then sat down to continue eating his morning meal. That Syifa photo guy, eating voraciously.
"Obviously I don't want to, you're taking our son to this house right now, but.... You're working, and who wants to take care of our son?" Alfred raised both his palms.
"Yeah.I think, you're often at home fred, then what's wrong if you take care of our child," Diah was upset.
"Yes, but I'm not always home. If I stay home and take care of our children, what about my business" Alfred said, as a successful businessman.
"Here you go, you I'll take you late." concluded Alfred. Then take the motor key.
Diah did not reply and then took the room bag, and jacket, then approached Alfred who had been waiting on the motorbike in a state of light.
Alfred didn't say much, drove the bike, only 10 minutes until their destination.
Diah got off the bike in the courtyard of the seven-story building. He held onto Alfred's shoulder, before stepping on the block.
"Where's the money?" Alfred thrust his palm towards Diah.
"Yesterday afternoon, did you ask Fred? is it over?" asked Diah while opening the zipper bag, then reached for 20 thousand money to give to her husband.
"Yeah.where can be so Diah... ojek fare here, 25 thousand, if you love 20 thousand to me that means you save five thousand." Alfred grinned.
"I'm home, yes,"
"Cup" Alfred kissed Diah's lips, before leaving. Then, waving his hands then running his bike back, darting away.
Diah stared intently at Alfred's departure to be invisible.
Diah stepped up wanting to enter the office but just a few steps, a shrill voice called out to her.
"Diah..wait!" diah's co-worker called out to him, from a distance.
He stopped waiting for his theme.
"That was, loe man, Diah?" ask Ririn.
"Yes Rin, why?" Diah glanced at Ririn who was walking next to her.
"It's okay, great loe yes, can hook bule, hihihi.. know dong, if there is another one I want," Ririn teased.
"Design not need to dech, loe it matches the local product." Diah smiled which was hard to interpret.
They also entered the building up the litf to the third floor.
*******
Ten minutes later, Alfred arrived home, he reached for the key and opened the door, after entering inside, then locked it again.
Alfred whistled softly. "Dududuuu.. lalalaaa..."
Dwarf.
Alfred threw the key on the table. After opening the jacket, hooking the door nailed to the room, Alfred then jumped into bed.
Alfred grab a cell phone, chat someone with a smile. I don't know who that guy is.
Tired of chating, Alfred pulled the blankets that had not been cleaned, a few minutes later he snored.
.
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