The Struggle for Wife Love
Bag 23

Zean fell silent after hanging up his phone, his heart still half-unexpected that he would leave Tiara. He sat on the bedside of Melati. Looking at the face of Melati who was injured due to the clawing of Dita's nails.

“I told Tiara, I can't leave you” Zean told Melati

“oh really? You don't make a fool of it, baby?” jasmine said in disbelief

“when did I lie to you? I'm speaking honestly”

“aaaahh happy, so when do you want to divorce Tiara?”

“later I'll tell you. What matters now is that I have made a promise to make you”

“ok, but don't overdue. I'm afraid you've changed your mind”

“no, you will always be in my heart, baby. Forever”

Zean hugged Melati, but his heart still felt troubled, whether he was still not at peace with his heart who still wanted the integrity of his household or started again from scratch with Melati. the woman he loved.

It was getting late, and Andre took me home. Actually if I'm in town to go home in the morning no one will forbid. But because in the village and Andre who was reluctant with my father was forced to obey. We wander the village road at night in a relaxed manner.

“Raa, when will you escape from this problem?” ask Andre

“entah Ndre, I was still difficult to face reality” said I

“the more you avoid the more pain you will feel. You have to decide, if you want to forgive, you're throwing away all your mistakes. If you don't want to, you leave it right. I give you advice so you don't suffer too far Raa” explained Andre

“i still love her very much Ndre, but my heart is too sore to go back”

“settle with your heart Raa, if you still want it, you should try to fight for it. That wouldn't be wrong. Because he's your husband, no one will mock you”

What Andre said was true, I was too proud to fight for my rights. I think too much of my ego to persuade. To the extent that I'm innocent, I became a loser.

“you are smart Raa, you must have the best solution. At least you have the courage to face it” said Andre while looking at me from the rearview mirror of his motorcycle

I smiled seeing him too. I don't know who will be his companion in the future, a man who is patient and also has a soft heart. “lucky woman who will be your wife later” thought I.

We arrived at my house and saw my father and mang sugeng sitting on the front porch. Looks like they're talking garden. I got off the bike too.

“aku langsug home yes, tomorrow you send to the city who intervenes?” ask Andre

“ehhmm, bring your own car maybe, you don't stop by first?”

“no, it's malem. Not good with dad. You tomorrow carefully”

“iya. Thanks Ndre, I want to take care of me”

“iya both, you've entered. It's malem, cold. Greetings from ya”

I nodded with a smile, Andre passed.

“lho nduk, how about yourself? Andre where?” ask dad

“he came home well, he didn't stop by. Malem said it. Continue to greet the father of Andre”, I replied while sitting next to my father

“ooo yes. The child is indeed no change yes nduk, good it's loh”

“dia it was basically good” my grin

“... well, tomorrow Tiara has plans to go back to the city. Tiara wants to finish Tiara yah” maslah connect me

Dad looked at me and looked at my hands, my hands were rough and began to wrinkle. The hand that always fought for me and my mother. Hands that pull me up.