The tangled thread at my wedding
Chapter 52's

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Dusk POV

I felt my stomach hurt a lot. I even cringed in pain. It's been a long time, a long time this pain I've endured. Like he gave up asking me for pity.

I wiped my tears. I don't want to worry about Mas Donny and Mas Dicky because of me. They have sacrificed too much for me.

"Ja, you're nothing, right? Your face is pale Ja!" Ma'am Aisyah looked panicked. Ma'am Aisyah prospective wife Mas Donny, she works as a math teacher in one of the public schools and has now become a Civilian Supervisor.

"It's okay, Mommy." I keep smiling not to worry them because of me.

"What's up, Ja? You are very pale. Let Brother incandescentin," said Kak Hana.

I smiled warmly at how caring these two would-be brothers-in-law of mine were. Not only do they love the man who became my brother but they also love me as their sister-in-law.

"Ja, it's lunchtime. You eat first. Just taking medicine," said Mbak Aisyah.

"Senja ngerepotin ya Mbak?" I smiled bitterly.

"Absolutely not Ja. Glad to take care of you. You don't have to think weird." Sahut Mbak Aisyah's. This hijab woman is very beautiful. When Mas Donny and Mbak Aisyah get married, I don't know who will budge on trust.

While Kak Hana is still kneeling my hands and feet. Kak Hana is actually a typical bar-bar woman and speaks as is. He doesn't like to pretend to be a good person if he doesn't like that person. Her nature is very similar to Lena.

"Eat first Ja." Ma'am Aisyah opened the plastic used to cover the aluminum rice bushel.

"Yes, Mother."

Porridge with vegetables without salt, a fish fried and fried without salt. It was tasteless and I almost threw up when the porridge came into my mouth, completely empty as the heart.

"Eat a lot Ja" said Kak Hana.

"Not good, brother. Dusk won't." Refuse me to push the spoon that Mbak Aisyah wants to put in my mouth.

"A little more Ja. If you don't eat, you have no energy. Ntar when his recovery," said Mbak Aisyah half forced

"But not good Ma'am." I think I want to cry.

Ma'am Aisyah smiled and put the bushel on the table. This hijab-wearing woman is indeed meek and smiling. As long as I knew Mbak Aisyah I never saw her angry, somehow her expression when angry, I was curious?

"Take the medicine first Ja." Sister Hana gave me a glass of water and five rounds of medicine that I must drink every day.

After a few days in the hospital, I was finally allowed to go home. Because Mas Donny and Mas Dicky were busy working, they asked Mbak Aisyah and Kak Hana to take care of me at home, they happened to not have much work schedule.

Kak Hana is also a lecturer in a different campus with Mas Dicky, he lives with his parents who are old. Because the youngest Kak Hana so he who is entrusted by his brothers to take care of his parents, especially Kak Hana is not married so there is no dependents like the others.

"You rest. If you need anything, call us." Ma'am Aisyah raised my blanket.

"Yes, Mother." Answer me with a smile.

I closed my eyes through all the claustrophobic stuff that hit there. Today Mas Reza's second trial is in court. I wanted to come but Mas Langit and Mas Donny did not allow me at all maybe because of my condition that has not recovered.

After Mas Reza's violent case trial against me, it will proceed with our divorce trial. After this my status will change and I am just a widow with no husband.

"Mas Reza." Lirihku "I did not expect Mas, our love ended quite up here. If you knew, I love you so much. Very Mas. Until now, that feeling has not changed. But I realized the love I was fighting for was not going to reap happiness. Maybe parting ways are the best way for both of us."

After eight years of domestic life, I felt Mas Reza was half of my soul. There were many lives that we both went through. Problem by problem. Caci maki and humiliation from her parents. And we could pass, he was the first one to wipe my tears when the world cornered me.

But the happiness that I thought was mine turned out to be just a short stop and then just leave. Disappear and leave the deepest wounds. It broke my heart and cried without pause. Until my chest felt squeezed by the rocks that caused the wound more sore like spilled acid vinegar.

Sometimes I wonder if I don't deserve to be happy? Do I not deserve to be loved? When I found my soulmate, I was surprised by the fact that the love I had didn't want to have me. When I feel like the happiest woman in the world, but instantly I'm knocked down to be the saddest woman ever.

Again, these cheap tears come. I'mtired. Can I give up? Can I go, I don't want to be here anymore? It's so cruel here

Even during my illness, I didn't see me at all or come to ask the news. When Mas Dicky picked up Mom and Dad in the village but they reasoned busy.

I'm not just a wife who doesn't want to. But the kid they don't want to see. Imagine a time when they are fragile and need this kind of support, their smiles just can't be seen. While my biological father does not know where he is now. Does he not want to know that I exist? Or just ask me that I am his son!

And now the disease that should not be present in my life is now beginning to rebel when I ignore it. My body will be severely tortured. If so, can I just go? Let me just disappear, I don't want between deaths.

Drt drt drt drt drt drt

My daydreams unfolded as my phone rang on the nightstand.

"Mas Chandra." My mummy rubbed my cheek.

"Hallo Mas's. What's up?"

"Where are you Ja?"

"I'm at home! Why Mas?"

"I just want to let you know that your book is in print. Plan to meet you, there is another new contract with several bookstores. They want to pull your books out to sell them to their stores." Mas Chandra is across there.

"Hem, what about tomorrow? I have a lot of work to do" I said.

"Ohh can Ja. Tomorrow I meet the usual dicaffe, yes" said Mas Chandra.

"Yes, it's."

I breathe a sigh of relief. The dream that I had been waiting for for so long had now come true, I hoped that when I left later there would be at least a trace that I left behind.

Now I no longer want to cry about my situation, let alone contemplate the passing of my husband. I will focus on writing and spend the rest of my life working.

Seriate.....