The Pearl living drama
Not a Choice

The voice was still silent between Mutia and Dirga, Mutia was still stirring the rice on her plate, still hypnotized by the love sentence from Dirga despite knowing that she was present between Dirga and Lala, who was still there, I don't know what Dirga wants with him now.

“Eat it, by continuing to look at it like it will not satiate your stomach.”

Mutia began to put food into her mouth with trembling hands holding back her sorrow, occasionally she snuggled as the mucus in her nose tried to go down.

“Give me a few days.”

“For what?”

“For me to determine which woman I should choose.”

“You're crazy.”

“Yes, I'm crazy. I can't choose between you.

“We just broke up, I'm not an option.”

Dirga still insists on not wanting to break up from Mutia, while Mutia also does not want her relationship with Lala to deteriorate. Dirga gently rubbed the tip of Mutia's head before saying goodbye and advising Mutia to take the medicine and get some rest.

Mutia was still in doubt, what if Dirga chose her and her relationship with Lala just worsened, or vice versa. Maybe he was tough if he wanted to break up from Dirga even though his heart would feel very sick if Dirga would finally choose Lala over him. Even everything is clear that Dirga has kissed Lala, it must be because Dirga loves Lala very much.

Mutia's phone appeared a notification, Hendra-paanya left a message, asking Mutia to go home tomorrow because there will be an event in the papa company working. Mutia had been informed beforehand by Maria.

Mutia looked at the clock on her phone, the time still showing at eight o'clock at night, it was still safe for her to go home to Hendra and hope that when she got there her papa had not slept.

Mutia rushed to tidy up a few items and also brought a black dress for her to wear to the party tomorrow. It looks like Dirga has gone home because his car is no longer parked in the boarding yard.

Mutia had to walk for five minutes to get to the highway and get the city shuttles, it took over an hour to get to her house.

Mutia's heart ached, she had just seen Dirga and Lala being alone in an angkringan near the park. Her tears could no longer be held back, Mutia immediately wiped her down if she did not want to be the center of attention.

“Assalamualaikum,” Mutia said while knocking on the door. When he arrived in front of his house, the house he had lived with his papah and mama when he was a child.

Mutia had to leave the house because she kept fighting with her step-Devi Kaka, Hendra married Maria after being a widower for five years. Mamah Mutia died of a breast cancer.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Door opens. Not the smile that he got but the tangled face of his step Kaka.

“Who Ka?” ask Hendra to Devi.

“Muti, Pah!” Shouted Mutia before Devi called it.

“Eeh, very quickly this papah boy came, new in WA has been directly up.” Mutia kissed the back of Hendra's hand as well as Maria who had been silent since while watching television.

“Muti kangen equals Papah.” Manja Mutia in Hendra's arms.

Maria and Devi did not like to see the drama of the two and chose to go into their respective rooms, letting the boy and the father miss each other.

“Your eyes are swollen, out of tears, yes?”

“Iya, Pah. Holding longs for Papah.” Mutia leaned against Hendra's shoulder.

“When do you want to go back home? Your mother and sister are rarely at home, busy. Papah is always alone at home.”

Hendra never knew the exact reason why his daughter had left home and opted for boarding, which Hendra knew was because the boarding was closer to his workplace.

Hendra chuckles. “Pardon papah who is always busy huh?”

Mutia nodded. “That important Papah is always healthy.”

After a long chat with Hendra, Mutia immediately rested in her room, the small room that was the very back of this house. The room was slightly wider than the warehouse next to his room. The room never looked clean, dirty and stuffy.

Early in the morning Mutia had left for work from Hendra's house, because the distance and congestion made Mutia have to leave earlier than usual. Arriving at the office all the employees looked at him with a cynical look, Mutia so wonder if she had made a mistake.

Mutia rode the elevator alone, while playing her phone, reading the chat room of her office who was fussing about her, Dirga and Lala. All the insults were on him, the body of a pig, not knowing himself, ugly and other harsh words that were thrown for him. Mutia's tears had grown because of Lala's insults towards her, those who didn't know came to judge her just like that.

In the company Mutia is prohibited from having a relationship with fellow employees what else in one section, then one of them must leave the company or be transferred to another branch, therefore their relationship is kept secret.

A look was on him as Mutia entered the study, their gazes as if they were sentenced to death. Suddenly Mutia's hair was pulled until a long shrill came out of her mouth.

“Argh!”

“Basic bitch, how dare you snatch Dirga from me.”

Trying all her might also helped Dirga finally Mutia's hair was saved.

“What does it mean to seize, La. You set it up for me.”

“Cih, basic don't know yourself.”

“Enough, La. Don't embarrass yourself.” Dirga tried to calm Lala down.

“Originally you know, Mutia. Dirga has not loved you all this time. He just obeyed what I wanted.”

“Means?”

“Dirga never liked fat women like you.”

“So?”

“Yes, you are right. Me and Dirga just want you to look like clowns, and look. Now you're no different than a clown.” Lala laughed while Dirga was silent.

“Dirga, can I get an explanation?” ask Mutia. But, Dirga did not answer because everything Lala said was true.

Dirga and Lala managed to change the small Mutia's body into a big one as it is now, with the face growing acne due to fatty foods that have been consumed.

Being turned into fat was not a problem for Mutia, but her heart ached seeing Dirga silent in silence. Last night he was still sweet and said he didn't want to break up with her.

Mutia is upset and embarrassed so she chooses to leave the office, Dirga tries to chase but is detained by Lala.

“Mutia!”

“If you go after him, you know the consequences, Dirga.” Lala threatened with a whispering voice.

Mutia stopped at a park near her house, ashamed to go home in tears, not to mention getting the curse of Mary. Mutia weeps over her tragic love, betrayed, deceived even later will lose her job.

“Mah, it hurts so much. What should pearls be, Mah?”