The Value of Loyalty
Forgetting Sad

On here.

On this couch.

He and Rindi sat close, very close. While watching TV he did not really enjoy. He even forgot what movie he had seen. He just remembered, grasping hands with fingers chubby Rindi that like the fingers of a baby hand just a large version.

Occasionally brought Rindi's hand to her lips, with Rindi who was just silently enjoying all her treatment. It turned out that time felt so beautiful.

Slowly but surely his memory seemed to carry him in sorrow.

Ah, it cannot dissolve in sadness. He cannot drown in the wrong taste.

Now the word talak has been spoken. All the flavors that once existed for Rindi have now gone wrong. It's getting wrong because

it turns out that the taste is unrequited.

He got up from the couch and grabbed the car keys and immediately left the house. The car kept going to a

the cafe. Maybe being in the middle of a crowd can make his heart become crowded.

There were only a few people there. The others are still busy with their own activities.

Ordering a glass of drink and a serving of seafood fried noodles. Enjoying the truancy alone.

One bribe after another he enjoyed. There are various kinds of seafood that fill this noodle. Starting from shrimp, shellfish, baso fish decorated with omelet as a topping, it turns out to be delicious.

Maybe because Rindi also likes this food, she forgot if Rindi several times ordered the food she had

say it used to be easy to make yourself at home.

Ah, Rindi again! Rindi again.

His trip with Rindi was not a moment, making his days full of memories. Almost three years they dated before marriage which only runs for a lifetime.

Not worth the taste.

Not wanting to remember Rindi again, he decided to keep away the plate that was still half a portion.

Like there was something in the food, until he kept looking closely.

But he's still very hungry.

And if not spent will be discarded later by pihah cafe, redundant right? Moreover, the shrimp tail was as it was

dancing in his eyes with ridicule.

Like the shrimp laughing at him. Laughing at him who has spent money to

he paid for the food but did not enjoy it. And again as if saying this food is Rindi's favorite food.

Shrimp is Rindi's favorite.

And the shrimp like back glancing at him cynically, heh what lo? Maybe it's like that.

The shrimp must be taught a lesson!

He pulled the plate closer. The look was on the shrimp. On his prick using a fork then

put it in the mouth, torn, chewed until crushed and swallowed.

Feel you shrimp. He could no longer do anything in his stomach.

He smiled at the thought of his slightly dramatic thoughts just from hunger.

Now he thinks what else he will do to be able to drive away his saturation.

Gathering his friends again.

Starting from Arman, Erlangga and others he has called one by one.

The days were still a little bright when his friends came one by one. And the first question from Arman that he

listen is, where's your wife?“

“Again with Rima, just want brojol.” He said original, just giving an excuse.

But, whether he has good instincts because Rindi is taking care of Rima's equipment to give birth.

“You usually get into the room by phone until you go to bed.”

“Not lifted, the person is busy.” Said lying. Since then it has never been auctioned Rindi, even

tend to brush off the shadow of Rindi.

time this short.

Arman would probably laugh at him.

While the mother who had stolen the conversation just smiled. Seeing his son was not to drown in the lingering sadness after parting with a much loved woman.

A little proud tucked into your heart.

Strong men's waist.

Quite last night crying was able to attract the spirit of Linggar again.

There is no need to feel pain just because of love.

It should be that the grieving Rindi had lost a man who loved her so much like Linggar.

With the spirit of preparing drinks and snacks for Linggar friends. Hope tomorrow they will come again, accompany Linggar. Until his son completely forgot his ex-wife.

While there, in the house Rima was excited.

Rindi who was in Rima's room was busy entering some items that had been determined by Rima.

“Baby's pocket how many feet?” Rindi while looking at Rima waiting for an answer. In his hand was a pile

mini blankets ready to put in the bag.

“Again.ayaknya there only a dozen deh.” Rima was sitting on the bed with her husband

faithfully stroking his stomach.

This time her face looked stable as her stomach was resting from contraction. Unlike the face of the husband who looks worried. Of course, worry about the situation of the wife and also the baby who soon peek into the world.

“Abis this we to RS yes dear.” Rima's husband continued to persuade his wife.

The woman seemed to be light-hearted, in the midst of her anxiety.

“However. Arriving at the RS is also most ordered to go for a walk first.” Rima tried to smile to comfort her husband. But only briefly, then back grimacing when feeling contractions in his uterus.

"It hurts again!" With a little pleading.

"Huuufff," a gust slowly came out of Rima's mouth. "No papa, back again." Rima had faced this before, at least he could take a lesson from the birth of the first one.

“I'm worried loh. If there is anything in the hospital, call his doctor. If it's sinikan, I'm afraid I panic again.” Masi begged, again grabbed his wife's hand, after it was released just to wipe his wife's stomach.

“Banging again well, wait for Dira to finish.” Rima's face calmed down again, the contractions disappeared again.

“Abis this let alone kak?” Rindi was still in their midst.

“Emmm, my diaper doesn't exist yet. Later at RS also usually at readyin.” Back to holding tightly

the husband's hand. Taking a deep breath and exhaling through the mouth can at least relieve the pain that whack while helping push the baby towards the birth canal.

“Sayang.” The husband who seemed to feel the pain was only able to blow Rima's distended stomach even though it did not carry the effect that was able to reduce pain. At least through it he seemed to say, there I am beside you.”

While Rindi also grimaced to see the change in Rima's face that had looked calm now withstood the pain.

“We to RS well?”

There was no answer because Rima was still trying to endure the pain around her stomach and pelvis.

Almost midnight Rima and her husband went to the hospital, with Rindi sitting next to Mr. Eko who was carrying a car with a bag on her lap, occasionally glancing back to make sure of Rima's condition.

“You go home first! It's late, too, tomorrow it has to be college.” Rindi's husband came out just to see her

Leachate.

“Kak Rima how mas?” Rindi had just taken care of Rima's administration.

“Udah opening seven. Maybe dawn or morning.”

“I'll wait aja mas?” Her request. The busyness today is at least able to divert his heart from the pain that had settled due to divorce last night.

Ah, for a moment he forgot with himself who yesterday cried loud because of the sacred speech that was said from the lips of the husband.

Pc, ex-husband means.

Is there a reason for them to talk?

To Be Continued!

Ask for dong's spirit.