The Value of Loyalty
Every Angle of Pain

He stopped in front of the gate that had just been closed with a gawking security guard looking at him dumbly.

Hugging the gate, his body finally fell down. He no longer might be able to chase Linggar.

Her husband has left!

Ah maybe she forgot, if Linggar was no longer her husband. He just got divorced.

She now holds the status of a widow.

Young widow.

While the security guard can only look at him without doing anything. Confused between having to open or not the gate he guards. Actually he was just waiting for orders, but orders from whom?

From the person who was sitting with that heartbreaking sounding cry?

Or should we just look?

Or did he just go back to his post, leave the woman? Hah, that's how he is.

Standing stiffly stared at the girl who was sobbing in her cries.

If this continues, it does not rule out the possibility he will win in the next few seconds.

Diverting the view out the gate, where some vehicles have gone back and forth may be able to distract him a little. Although the sound of crying was unable to prevent him from penetrating into his chest.

Rindi was still sitting on that dirty floor. In the thick of the night that is able to hide the form.

Sorry why it always comes late.

Why can't he help Linggar?

Linggar who stood alone with both feet hoped that Rindi would stand up to strengthen their steps.

Unfortunately the wind blew too hard, shaking the feet of Linggar who was piling up by carrying Rindi.

Linggar was unable to hold, making them both fall. But what Rindi did was just

they enjoy their downfall.

There was no effort to get back to standing together.

The night is getting colder, so it can stab into the bone. There Rindi is still at home with her seat.

Though the tears had run out and the throat was drying out.

Rindi has completed her crying ritual, maybe her tears have run out, tired even begin to feel and sleepiness begins to attack. But there is no intention to go from there.

Maybe still waiting for a four-wheeled object to approach him and pull out the figure of Linggar from inside.

He would hug Linggar and say an apology.

“Neng, please enter neng! It's night, time is rest.”  The security guard who had to turn over his brain first to string up word for word so that Rindi would want to move from there.

Afraid that every word would offend the young girl, it could be that the roaring cry would return she heard.

This alone he had said sukur because his ear had healed from hearing that had hurt the ear.

Rindi according.

Huh, that easy?

He just said hello to the girl.

Rindi walked gontai, her legs felt heavy even had to force just for one step. Outlooks

it pointed down even very downward and his hand was left drooping limp beside his body.

In front of the terrace, Rima who is now in the arms of her husband can only see Rindi who is walking

lurching. This spectacle is too heartbreaking. With both hands on the face holding the sound caused by her crying, occasionally removing the droplets that now adorned her beautiful face.

Letting Rindi feel pain is one way for Rindi to admit her own guilt. But honestly,

Rima could not wait to let Rindi like that.

She took off her husband's arms and started walking closer to Rindi. Both of his hands opened to hug Rindi.

Rindi was silent in her steps, teardrops again graced the cheeks before going inside

rima Deckapan.

Getting a comfortable backrest actually makes it more fragile. Her crying broke again while in Rima's arms. At once his shoulders were shaken.

Was Rima also punishing him by saying those words?

He should have the support and not the accusations. Although it can not be denied if the mistake was from his side.

What should he do now for Linggar to return in his arms?

Is confessing the feeling of love able to reverse the situation?

Ah, Linggar's departure was able to leave a deepening wound.

In Rima's embrace, Rindi stomped her feet, shaking her head violently.

Trying to get rid of the increasingly painful pain.

Want him to roar, hoping to ease all the burdens that felt burdensome on his shoulders.

Arriving at Linggar's house has been greeted by the mother who has heard the news of her return from

the driver. But very surprised to see the baby returned home alone, without his wife.

Not caring about Mr. Bur who brought his suitcase in, making the mother increasingly wondering.

“Munda.” Hugged my mother and returned her tears that had not stopped at all.

“I lost.” He said softly, his embrace getting tighter.

“All has ended.”

Mother tried to understand this situation. went home alone without a wife, and called herself defeated. Especially if it is not a divorce?

Mother who had been stunned to welcome him, trying to remain calm in the heart who also cried holding water

his eyes did not spill.

Now he must remain standing upright to be able to support the baby who is mired in the abyss

griefs. He cannot be weak. Child needs.

“We sit there!” Invite him while slowly carrying Linggar's body that began to shed. Although in a moment

he will also fall because the body of the Linggar is high and heavy he can not stand.

And as soon as he sat down, Linggar immediately placed his head on his lap. Wrapped his stomach's hands, buried his stomach in the face.

“I've divorced Rindi.” Choked.

Sentences that are so very avoided but still have to be spoken. Mother can only bite the lips listening to her son tell a story.

Indeed Linggar did not want to complain to the mother, did not want to see the tears of the mother spilled because of her.

But if it's not the mother to whom else is the place to go home?

Mother, the place where she missed the most.

Mother, the most sturdy leaning place.

Mother, the most comfortable place to complain.

“I still love him bun,” he said still in the middle of his sobs.

“Why is it hard for us to be together?” Although quietly mother was able to capture all the intentions of Linggar

pronounce.

Hearing words that are said very heavily also scratches the wound in the heart of a mother.

Which heart is not hurt when it gets its baby hurt because of someone else?

If he could hate the man who hurt his son. Should he hate Rindi?

“You are not a match.” Mother, while gently stroking her son's hair.

“Maybe God has prepared another soul mate, who is better than him.” Not even a single mother could name her former daughter-in-law. He wanted to scold the girl who had hurt his son.

Now the mother can no longer resist crying. No matter how strong he survives not to cry but still the tears shed without being prevented.

It is impossible for you not to feel the same pain that Linggar felt. In fact not only limited to the word sick, but also the pain and his sigh like being hit by a thousand arrows.

To Be Continued!