The Two Hearts

The Two Hearts
NOT THE HUSBAND I KNOW


This morning, the atmosphere felt very different. The atmosphere of the village is so beautiful, with a very friendly population. Seen in front of the house, residents around passing by. Starting from school children, students, employees, employees, traders, workers and farmers. This became a rare sight, which Rahma had never met before in the city.


"Sayur.. , vegetable .. ," The voice of the vegetable seller passing in front of Rahma's rented house.


"Mom..., buy vegetables!" Shouted Rahma who stopped the pace of the vegetable seller motorbike.


"Mister, new citizens huh? How come I've never seen it before?" ask the vegetable seller's mother after Rahma stood next to her cart.


"Yes, Mom, I'm a new citizen. Just three days I contracted here." While busy choosing vegetables and fish to buy.


"Ohh, Mom's pantesan feels foreign."


With a smile Rahma replied, "Hehe yes Ma'am."


"Sir, contracted in this house alone?" ask the vegetable seller's mother to be curious.


"Hehehe no Ma'am, I'm here with my husband and my son." Rahma replied, asking to be given the amount to be paid.


After paying, Rahma passed. Suddenly the vegetable seller's mother took him in, and,


"Eh Ma'am, what's his name? I haven't met you yet!" Shouted Mother vegetable seller.


Rahma who heard that spontaneously turned to the mother of the vegetable seller, "I am Rahma Bu. Let's... ." While bowing his head.


A small house measuring 4ร—8 meters with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, and one WC. It was the residence of Rahma and her little family now. The contract belonged to one of the locals, whose owner's house was not far from the house Rahma had rented.


About 300 meters, the distance from Rahma's rented house to her rented house in-laws. Because in her rented house there are only two rooms, Arya was forced to find another contract for her son and wife. In fact, Rahma had already offered her husband's family to stay at his parents' house, but they were not willing.


This morning, Rahma started a completely different life. No more ART to help her do her homework. All he did alone. Apparently, he was busy cooking in the kitchen with Zea playing on the kitchen floor.


Arya who was neat with a shirt set, pantofel shoes and tote bag, immediately say goodbye to his wife and child, "Honey, Zea, Papa leave first yes. Do'ain Papa gets a job soon." Seeing Zea playing on the floor, Arya then carried her.


"Lho Mas, where do you want to go in the morning gini is neat?" rahma asked in surprise because yesterday her husband did not tell her that today there is an event.


"You're looking for a job, baby. Mas, want to try entering the application to some place. Who knows if there is one. Do'ain yes dear."


"Mas, don't you have breakfast?" ask Rahma.


"So already ate the same bread drinking coffee. So, it's full. Go first, hunt later in the day. Muahh" while kissing his son and wife.


"Yes, be careful. Hope you get a job today. The spirit is dear!" Rahma kissed the back of her husband's hand.


"Papa left first Zea. Zea at home don't be naughty. Poor Mama no one helped. Love you Darling, love you Zea. Assalamu'alaikum." Arya waved to her daughter.


"Yes Papa be careful. Love you too Papa. Greetings, da... ." Rahma and Zea were still standing on the terrace until Arya's motorbike passed and was not seen again.


***


Today, the weather is so sunny. The sun is so bright and feels very stinging on the skin. The density of vehicles on the highway, decorated with dust and pollution becomes the friend of every rider.


It's so hot today. I wear a jacket and gloves. But I still feel like my skin is burning. Try ... My car is still. Definitely not going to be hot like gini. Apparently, it's hard to find a job. It's been muttering until noon this time, but there's always been no job vacancies. Arya muttered in her heart while continuing to advance her motorbike.


Suddenly Arya stopped her motorbike, right in front of one of the BUMN Banks.


"Eh, there's a job posting". Arya spoke to herself as she approached the inscription affixed to the bank. After confirming the accuracy of the info, Arya immediately walked closer to the security guard on duty.


"Good day, sir. Can anyone help?" ask security.


"Yes sir, good afternoon. Sorry before, I just saw in front of this office there is a job posting, is there still a position that has not been filled sir?" arya.


"if you may know, what is your last education? If it fits the criteria, let me ask directly to HRD" said the security guard.


"I graduated from S1 Economics Management Pak." replied Arya.


"Oh, well then please wait here for a moment, let me ask the HRD first." The security guard invited Arya to sit down, then entered the office.


After waiting for some time, the security guard then approached Arya,


"Excuse me sir, come with me inside, let me take you to the HRD room." The guards walked in with Arya.


Tok, Tok, Tok


"Excuse me, sir." said Satpam.


"Yes, please come in." replied a man from inside the HRD room.


After attending the interview and psychotes process, Arya is welcome to wait a while to wait for the results.


"Thank you very much Sir." Smiling while replying to the HRD's hand.


Praise be to Allah .. I finally got a job.


***


Not felt, it has been a month Arya worked as an Account Officer at a BUMN Bank. A lot of new experience, because it's the first time he's worked in the field. He likes the sorrow he feels. But, luckily Arya has good friends, who are always willing to share knowledge, give direction and support.


Today is the end of the month. All employees at the bank are busy with their targets and recording work for a month.


"Tonight we're overtime Ar. Every month is like this. So don't be surprised" said one of his coworkers named Niko.


"Yes Nik, it's okay. Naturally the end of the month, a lot to do." replied Arya.


Drtts... Drtts...


Sound vibrating Hp Arya. A message came in from his wife.


๐ŸŒŒMy wife๐Ÿ˜


Mas, I'm here until this hour


not home? Why Mas?


Zea nanyain Mas. 23:00


^^^๐ŸŒŒMy Number 0068^^^


^^I am overtime Darling.^^^


^^^Nanti no longer kabari^^


After replying to a chat from his wife, Arya then chatted with his friends.


"Wee, there is another seneng nih want to receive his first salary" said Niko.


"Yes, look at that his face is twinkling haha." said Aldo.


Arya just smiled at the pressure of her friends.


"Eh, how about tonight we karaokean aja Bro." Take Dery.


"Ok, ready!" Aryan's friends agree.


"Ar, how come it's diem? Watch out if you don't come! Anyway, tonight you have to come! This is your first salary" said Niko.


After their salary, they immediately went to a cafe. There they sang and got drunk while accompanied by some Lady Companion (LC).


***


That night, Rahma could not sleep. Many times he saw the clock on his phone. Every now and then she opens the room gorder, making sure her husband has come. I don't know why tonight he was so worried. Many times she tried to call her husband, but was never picked up. She tried to send a message to her husband, but it remained unrequited.


The clock shows at 03:00, the sound of her husband's motorbike stopping in front of the house. However, how disappointed she was that night, knowing her husband came home with a very pungent smell of alcohol from his mouth.


Disappointed, angry, and not expecting if the husband who had been with him for almost three years, turned out not as he had known all along. That night he felt very slapped, after seeing a bill of payment karaoke room.


As it turns out, I never knew my husband's figure*y**ang actually. Apparently, the kind and naive attitude that he had been showing me, it was just a cover to deceive me. Apparently, he's not the husband I've known all along!


Rahma said in her heart with tears that were unceasingly dripping and wetting her cheeks.


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