The Second Woman's Regret
First and Last Podcast

"How is Tira ready?" a woman wearing a T-shirt and jeans came up to me. He is one of the employees of the artist who owns this podcast.

I decided, I chose a podcast to clarify what really happened. This place I choose because here mbak Lina was once a guest star, he vented all out, he said, of course, with the addition of spices that are so excessive that it invites the attention of many people because previously our case was already verbalized through writing on his friend's account mbak Lina, then he also co-wrote as well.

This podcast I deliberately choose with the consideration of the artist has a good track record, polite, has a lot of audience so I hope after talking to the public once it will all be clear. It is up to others to believe it or not that I cannot arrange for everyone on this earth to like me, what is clear is that I have told everything really so that I have no more burden to straighten out if someone questions later.

"Hmmm," I took a deep breath. Looking towards Lina and Andre. It seems they are ready too. That's why I followed the girl to the podcast room.

Various feelings raged in my heart. After a little talk, we started it all.

"I am a child born into a broken home. I don't know who I really am, but I love people who I consider family. I never cared how deeply they bore the wounds in my heart as a child, which I knew, I loved them. It's such a big darling that sometimes I don't have time to love myself. Focus only on them.

One day I fell in love. I don't know if love is wrong, because he is a husband and father of two daughters. I didn't have much time to find out about him because I, thirsty for a father's affection, felt like I was getting water in the desert. All I know is that he is a good and serious man so I dare to accept his proposal even us to say a holy promise before God.

I had high hopes at the time, but it turned out to be all pseudo. That happiness has not been fixed for me. I cried, even suffering so much to imagine how broken the hearts of his wife and children were. If we had met at that time, I would have felt sorry for him. I still assume what I did was wrong even though I never intentionally did it." a single tear ran through my eyes. Over time it gets bigger. I paused for a moment this story, rubbing violently the unstoppable tears.

The artist gave me a tissue, he also gave me a glass of water to make me comfortable.

"I realized my mistake." I continued the conversation. "I really repent. Accepting with grace the harsh judgment of me. I lost my family, lost my job, was reviled, scolded, bullied, even harassed several times. I accepted it." My voice grew hoarse. My chest feels so tight.

If only someone could hug me. I need a backrest because now I who look tough is actually very fragile.

"I'm sorry. Excuse me. I won't ask for anything, just want you to know that I regret everything. I don't want to be the second woman even if it's by accident. I'm tired, so tired." I nodded my head at the artist, indicating he was done talking.

Lina and Andre came in. They made a statement about what really happened. After that we both promised that this matter was resolved.

***

Jakarta is still very jammed. I decided to get off the taxi online, walking on the sidewalk to Gambir station. I've decided to leave the capital, move to another city because I feel like there's no hope. Mother stated that she wanted us to keep our distance, no longer even know each other because soon Ciya would marry mas Bagus. Mom was worried, because somehow mas Bagus had proposed to me twice.

The train to Yogyakarta is soon to be on its way. I stared at the window, saying goodbye to the city full of memories for me.

"Thank you for booking me so well. I'm pampering. Titip the people I love so much." I said in a soft voice.

"Not just play the game - titip like that." someone said while sitting next to me.

That voice is not foreign. When I looked, it was Mr. Saka. "Mr? You're here?" my many.

Teeett. The sound of the train leaving made me realize. I panicked right away. How mom, the train has started to run even slowly. Immediately I pushed Mr. Saka to get up immediately, but the man just kept quiet with a smile. Really sucks.

"Sir, let's get up. Jump off the car immediately or the father will be hauled. The train wants this road!" I panicked as the train got faster. "Iiihhh, right, getting louder. Dad, I said no horror. How now? The train is already on the road. Officers will come and check the tickets. End father!" I really wonder why he can still smile when things are so precarious like this.

Some rich people are annoying. Pak Saka is one of them. He knows there will be problems he is looking for himself but can still be that relaxed. If only he hadn't come here, maybe I wouldn't have panicked, could've calmly left the capital. But from whom did he know of my departure?

My face immediately paled when I saw the train officers start checking passenger tickets one by one. End of Mr. Saka. He will be fined and dropped off at a nearby station.

"Truly a troublemaker!" i grumble. This kind of person why is it so relaxing?

"Who?" tanyakanya.

"Nobody, just an annoying person who forces others to follow his wishes. Now feel. Let kapok. The officer has arrived." I said. I immediately took out my ticket, while stringing words for negotiations so that Mr. Saka could escape. Although I was upset with him, but I couldn't bear it if he got into trouble. But for whatever reason he came here. Just look for trouble.

"Sorry ticket sir, ma'am" said the train attendant who is now standing in front of Mr. Saka's seat. I was sweating cold.

"Eeee it sir, sorry, my friend ..." I haven't finished talking yet, Mr. Saka instead pulled out a ticket. Whatisit? He has his ticket. I gawked, While he smiled widely.