The Talak End
Unconcerned

I left Gibran unmoved listening to my words. He thinks I'm accepting this kind of life? Don't ever dream of having two women. Maybe Riana took it, but not with me.

I went back to the pantry to get the coffee I left behind because Gibran forcibly pulled my hand.

At exactly 12 p.m., all employees left their cubicles for lunch. At my request, Dimas did not go anywhere, he ordered food for our lunch.

"Thank you, Brother Dim," I said smilingly as Dimas brought food.

"Dimas! What are you doing at my wife's desk?" Gibran with the gaze of his elbows approached me as well as Dimas.

"Don't misunderstand sir, I'm han..

"I asked Brother Dimas to accompany me to lunch" I pruned him for a moment.

"You're not hurting anymore, baby, why ask my secretary to accompany you, and why not ask me?"

"You Brother? Ck, even lately you have never been in the office at lunchtime. You forgot about me, so happy to make out with that cheap girl, didn't you, Riana?"

Uhuk..

Riana choked while drinking the coffee she just ordered.

"Farah, why are you still talking about that."

"Because that's what happened, brother, yes that's all we need to discuss. Other matters? I'm not interested!"

Gibran was seen clenching his hands as if he was holding back emotions.

"Can't you take Riana, Farah?"

"So!"

"Why?"

"The color I don't like to share mine with anyone. If I'm too fed up, I'll throw my mark to the collector."

I always try hard in front of you. But you don't know how fragile I am, how hard it is for me to arrange broken pieces of my heart. I try to be okay as if nothing happened. Though the heart desperately refuses to keep looking good.

You know what you're doing Gibran, and you know it's gonna hurt me, but somehow it doesn't stop you.

There may be something wrong with your character if the opportunity controls your loyalty.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't trust my husband anymore.

And I'm a good enough person to forgive you. Not stupid enough to trust you anymore.

Because the worst kind of hurt is betrayal, because that means you're willing to hurt me just to make yourself feel better.

Remember this! Cheating is the most disgusting, hurtful, and disrespectful thing you can do to someone you say you love.

Once you actually hurt someone, it will always be on their mind even if they still have a smile on their face.

Never say that cheating is a mistake, a mistake is an accident. Cheating and lying is not a mistake, it is a deliberate choice.

"Flood!"

"So big brother, this is your own choice, isn't it? So this is also my way of life, never protesting what I will do, what else is just normal. Not like you." I'm really sick of all this. Gibran hurt me by cheating. I'm not capable enough to accept Gibran's treatment.

I leave those who are thinking about me. I don't give a shit. It feels like this heart is no longer strong to see my husband with another woman. Should I give up and give up my husband for Riana's only one?

"Here you go, Farah may take some time, but I'm sure she'll take all of this slowly" The snake demon in her best friend's guise was seen trying to convince my husband. I wouldn't say her husband either.

I went to my hostel that I once occupied. The kost'an is still in the same state. I asked the door key to the hostess' mother.

I lay my body on the butut mattress that was helplessly barked there. Not only was my body feeling tired, but my heart and mind were also quite tired.

"Assalamualaikum Bude."

"Waalaikumsalam Rah's. What's up?"

"Are you home, Bude? Farah misses Dad."

"There, for a second, bude to your house first," I waited for Bude Mala to get home and give my father his cell phone.

"Assalamualaikum, son."

"Waalaikumsalam Daddy!"

Hearing her voice, made me unable to hold back tears. I cried speechless, I wanted to lean on Dad's shoulder, wanted to let my disappointment slip, I wanted to tell him what happened to me. But I could not bear to burden my old father.

I miss Dad...

"Why are you crying, son? Everything's fine, right?" ask my father who sounded quite worried from his voice.

"Yes Dad, everything's fine, Farah just misses Dad," I'm sobbing feeling this tremendous pain in my heart that it makes it hard to breathe.

"Go here, bring Gibran. He must have missed his hometown, too."

'My relationship with Gibran is not as warm as it used to be. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay in a position like this. My heart cannot afford to share my husband with my best friend, on the other hand I do love Gibran' I can only be honest with my heart.

"Yes Father, if Brother Gibran is quite free, we will visit there."

"Dad close first, assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

I still sobbed while hitting my chest slowly. Sick to Allah.very sick.

***

Gibran's in a big mess looking for me who hasn't been back in the office for two hours. She kept calling me, but I was reluctant to answer her phone. I let my phone keep ringing, I don't intend to answer a phone from Gibran.

Arghhh...

Gibran slammed his phone frustrated that his phone call didn't come to me.

"You're the reason why Mas, angry not clear." Riana, who had just entered Gibran's room, was astonished by Gibran's bad mood.

"Farah didn't answer my phone, I don't know where she is now."

"She's gone big, she's coming home by herself" said Farah, a little jealous of Gibran, who seemed worried about me.

"I'm also Ri's husband, she's still my responsibility. If anything happens to her, I can't forgive myself."

"Does Mas love Farah more than I do?"

"Silly question, why should I answer a question that you yourself already know the answer to."

"So bener? I care more about Farah than I do."

"Riana, I can't choose any of you. Because my heart has the same feelings for you and Farah."

"But if I don't want Mas to have Farah too, would Mas want to choose one of us?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not a hypocrite Mas, if I'm also jealous when I see you care so much about Farah. I'm also not willing to share what I have with others, what else is the matter of my heart."