The Second Woman's Regret
A Short Story About Me

I also read a book that says that looking at the blue sky can make us calm. My reflexes did the same, looking up at the sky from the window of an open car.

"You must be wondering why I was there. Or maybe you already know who I am." I said, reopening the conversation after a while we kept quiet.

"I don't know anything, Tira. I am not part of that family. Just coincidentally befriending Vina, it was also not very familiar. Incidentally we were one generation, there was a small meeting in preparation for the reunion, and we met. He asked me to drive him home, because no friends could deliver and happened to be in a difficult taxi location, so I ended up delivering even though it was actually heavy." He explains.

"Oh so. I guess his lover."

"No. I am still single. But is that necessary?"

The question makes me awkward. I feel my cheeks heat up. Why talk about this problem.

"But know the news on social media, right?" ask again.

He laughed a little. "Sorry, Tira, it looks like I'm going to disappoint you again. I don't have social media. Boro-boro wants to play medsos, have friends only I'm limited." Evidently.

"O," either had to be happy or not, but I finally decided to be honest with her, about who I was. "I was previously in a relationship with a man, just like you, I don't have many friends, I can even say I don't have one. Medsos are rare. Got just to apply for a job when graduating college. One time, I was introduced by a college friend to a man, we were in a relationship for three months, then got married last weekend. After Ijab kabul, before long, came several women, one of whom claimed his wife. That woman is Vina's sister.

I really didn't know that he was a man's husband. Maybe you won't believe like everyone else. But I was that naive. The next day, I went viral on social media, making fun and insults aimed at me. The effect was on my mother and sisters.

I ventured to explain everything. In fact, I also want to restore all her husband's gifts in the form of surrender. The rest I never want to accept anything while we are still exploring. But back I said that you can believe me or not my story. But please don't come to blasphemy because I'm so tired. My mind is broken." I said.

"so." He nodded his head. "I believe in you."

"really?" I really can't believe what I just heard, but it makes me feel happy. Finally, after being expelled, judged unilaterally by the extended family, scolded and cursed by netizens, there were also those who believed in me. "Thank you, thank you very much." I couldn't hold back my tears, so excited. "But don't ask me to accept your offer to work at your company yes, even though you already trust me so that makes me have a little hope but still I don't want to move work. I've been comfortable with the old office "I said.

"Huh?" he looked up, then laughed out loud. "I really don't think you're this chatty, Ra. Can I just call him Tira?"

"Yes. No problem, it looks like you're older than me. I'm 22 years old. You guys?

"Right, I'm older than you. I'm twenty-five years old." he smiled. "But by the way, the offer still remains yes. Whenever you want to move, my office is always welcome."

Our conversation continued on our way home. Unaware, I felt very comfortable talking to him. Apparently he felt the same way. That's why he offered to be my friend. Because I'm still traumatized by Andre, I can't accept the offer. I still want to be alone, don't want to be friends with anyone first.

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Arriving in front of the boarding house, I got out of the car after offering to stop by at Saka mas. Of course the offer was just a pleasant talk because he had helped me. I'm actually lazy to take guests. Want to rest first. Today was too exhausting. Maybe after Isha's prayer I'll go to sleep.

"Tira," Dila called. I wanted to ignore him because like before, I was lazy to argue with him. But someone standing next to Dila made me undo the intention of going into the room. "Good to talk." Said.

I glanced at Mas Bagus. How did he know where I was going. Maybe he really wants to meet Dila. Maybe want to talk to me just say hello because after all I and Dila brother.

"Where are the men home, Ra? Not that the kapok is even more wild. Be careful you know Ra, the same infectious disease "Mbak Dila syndrome feels very excessive. He seemed to want to say that I like doing forbidden things. He knew the only man I had ever been close to was Andre. That's also you're not doing anything. "You've been somebody's wife, Ra. Must be able to take good care of myself, even if it is only a second woman." she reaffirmed how my current position.

"The marriage can be annulled" said Mas Bagus. "The man has been lying and he can be prosecuted." Add a nice mas.

Really so? What Good said opened my mind. I thought of something.

"Cancelled how, mas?" mbak Dila handsome worried.

"Yes, Tira can file a marriage annulment to the court because she has been deceived by the man. Is that the story? I also just got the story of half of Ciya, his sister Tira." said mas Bagus.

"Yes, he wasn't honest at the beginning. Though in the certificate he gave, he wrote a statement still virgin." I said. I remember, the day before marriage, Andre handed me an unmarried certificate. It was one of the requirements to apply for the marriage requested by the mother's brother, who took care of our letters to KUA. "Can it be prosecuted?" my many.

"of course. Can be criminalized or filed on a perdaa basis. It's up to you, Ra." said mas Bagus. I feel like I'm getting a fresh breeze.

"But they have known each other since three months ago, Tira could have known and ..." mbak Dila still cornered me.

"That's your guess, Dil. Who can guess how my heart is now even though it has been rejected by Tira?" good to ask back. Questions that make Dila uncomfortable. "Can we talk for a second?" Ask.

I'm nodding.

"Sorry Dil, can you leave me and Tira for a moment? Oh yes, thank you for accompanying earlier "Kata mas Bagus, of course making Mbak Dila grunt. With his face bent he went into his room.