The Perfect Life
Episode 12's

Alby took the phone out of his pocket. He reactivated the flat object after almost a day he turned it off. There were several messages and calls coming in. Starting from his wife, Randy-his fellow lecturer, Vita and several others. Alby checked the call, five missed calls from his wife, one from Randy. Then he opened the message section.

Mas where? Why is my phone not active.

She's fine, right?

Reply to my message. I'm concerned.

Where is it actually, anyway. Answer dong.

I wait for you to come home. Don't forget dinner.

Alby saw the time the message was sent. Nine o'clock past ten. Then he glanced at the clock in his hand. It's eleven o'clock at night past five. That means it was about two hours ago. Indeed it was the lateest hours if he had the work piled up. Alby's breaking down his body. Breathe in. He really misses the jungle. However, he could not imagine how he felt when he saw the innocent child. The child he loved more than anything. Alby wiped his face. Back to breathing. Today there were countless times how many times he took a breath. Just to loosen his chest that feels squeezed.

He looked at the ceiling of the room. Mind wandered. “No, I have to go home. I have to solve all these problems.” He muttered then got up, went to the bathroom washing his face. When he finished, he picked up his bag and walked out of the hotel.

*****

He arrived home at 12 past ten. He opened the room slowly. His wife was asleep but his phone was still in his hands. It seemed like Rima was waiting for him to fall asleep. For a moment he felt guilty. A second later, he corrected his feelings. Today, his mood changes frequently. He turned his eyes to the door to the room of the jungle. Their room was designed to blend in with their son's room. There is a door in the room that goes straight there. His heart hesitated, but his longing was stirring. He hated his feelings. But eventually he left. He may hate his wife but not the child. The jungle is an innocent child. He was also the victim of irresponsible parents. Alby growled. He looked at the boy's face for a few seconds. And without command, a speck of water fell from the corner of his eye. Again he breathed. Then kiss her son's puffer cheek. “Excuse Papa, Nak.”

*****

“We have to talk,” said Alby when they finished breakfast. He didn't go to college today. He has to solve his problem.

“What's up, baby? It looks serious once.” Rima looked at her husband's face. It looks so serious and a little scary. Rima was worried. His mind has been exploring everywhere.

“Cute me!” pinta Alby without answering his wife's questions.

Rima followed her husband's steps. The feeling is not good. Slowly the nervousness began to ambush him.

Alby enters their room, retrieves a map from her wardrobe and hands it to Rima who is still confused and nervous.

Rima received the map with slightly trembling hands. It seems he knows what the map is. The rhyme opens slowly along with the heartbeat that is getting too irregular. He immediately drowned when the paper was not yet perfectly visible. He knew the answer before he even read it.

Alby laughed. “I want us divorced!” emphatically.

“Mas ..” Rima's voice restrained like something stuck in her throat. “We can talk about this carefully. I can explain everything, Mas,” the door later.

Alby clenched his hands, staring intently at Rima. “Talk well? After what you did to me, you said we should talk good?” His voice vibrates. Alby tries to control his emotions that are already in the crown. “There is nothing more to explain. All is very clear.”

Rima bit her lip. She never saw her husband this angry. Evidently. His mistake was fatal. “Mas, I know, I was wrong. Please you're mad at me, but please, Mas. Please don't divorce me.” Rima begs. Get close to Alby and grab his hand. Her tears were pouring out of both of her eyes.

Alby turned his face. He could see women crying. “I don't want to know. I will stick to my decision!” Alby keukeuh's. He took his wife's hand off and came out of the room.

“Mas, please don't stay with me. How about Rimba later, Mas. Mas Alby.” Rima is after her husband.

“Mas, Mas Alby!”

Alby doesn't care about his wife's call. His heart grew increasingly sad to hear his son's name called. No, not his son but someone else's son. He wiped away a single tear that escaped. He went to the garage and got into the car.

“Mas, wait.” Rima knocked on her husband's car door.

Alby doesn't care. He started the engine and ran the car. Leaving Rima who was sitting limp with tears filling her face. Alby glanced over from the rearview mirror. To be honest, his heart could not bear to see Rima like that. He still loves his first love. But he also could not live with her. His heart was really hurt.

*****

A moment of Naziya peeked in front of her husband who was sleeping fast. A soft snoring sound sounded softly. Naziya stared fixedly at the face of her husband who had been with her for about five years. Although only a dim light, Naziya could see with details of her husband's face. His pointed nose, his thin lips that always give a warm kiss. His eyebrows are a little thick, a mustache that is always neatly shaved.

Her chest started to cramp. His heart rhythm started to fall apart.  His eyes are heating up. He looked up for a moment trying to hold back the pace of his tears that began to want to squeeze out. He's fragile. It would be a lie to say that he did not love Zain. That feeling was still lingering in his deepest heart. Five years is not a little time to forget all the beautiful memory scratches that Zain once etched into his heart.

The water eventually escaped as well. Naziya clenched his mouth to hold back the sound of his stuffing that made him more fragile. She missed her husband. He misses all the sweet things they've been through together. He longed for the subtle snoring that was heard every night beside him. Missing a warm kiss from her husband's lips, a comfortable embrace in the chest of her field. The Nazis missed everything. Everything was. Soon it will all be gone and never again in Nazi life. It will all be a memory again. Memories that cannot be repeated.

Lunglai's body. He was sitting limp on the cold floor of his room. He was impressed in the memories that came back and forth. It felt like he could not leave Zain, forgetting all their good memories. For a moment the Nazis were again in a dilemma.

However, a moment later, the shadow of Zain's affection with Devina began to twist in the brain recording. Slowly, the longing that is now present begins to incarnate into hatred. He hated Zain betraying him, desecrating their marriage.

The naziya did not accept. He wiped his tears. Stand up and look back at her husband. This time it was not love present, but a mountain of hate.

Enough to hold everything. Everything has to end. He stared at the clock above the nightstand. Time has shown at five in the morning. It was a long time ago that he was drowning in sadness. About hour. Because he woke up around 4 a.m.

Naziya headed to the bathroom. Wash his face and then head to the closet and pick up the bag he has prepared. Some sheets of clothing and important letters. He took a deep breath, trying to strengthen his heart. Before coming out, he looked around the room that had been in his place for approximately five years. He will always miss her later.

Once again he stared at Zain, but only briefly. He left the room and went to his daughter's room. All the needs of his daughter he had prepared from last night.

He headed to the garage together with Bi Rita who was holding Naya. Fortunately, Naya did not wake up when her body was swept into the car. He just squirmed for a moment and then fell asleep again.

“Pak, please get Naya's stuff in her room and put it in the car,” Nazi pinta on Pak Sarwo-their driver who is already in the garage. From last night, he told her to drive him early in the morning.

“Good, Mom,” answered Sarwo then went inside.

Naziya looked at his daughter who was sleeping in the lap of his nanny with a sad feeling. “I'm sorry mom, darling. You temporarily have to separate first with Papa,” murmured.

Mr. Sarwo is back soon.

“Let's go, Sir,” pinta Naziya.

The car started to leave the garage. At that moment, suddenly his Nazi heart was broken. He looked at the building with an uncanny feeling. It turned out to be this heavy a farewell. He drew and exhaled three times, trying to calm himself. He just hopes that the decision he makes is the best decision. Not just for him and Naya, but for Zain. Despite hating her husband, she still has little hope that with all this going on, Zain can introspect himself.