The Value of Loyalty
Where's the fault?

When he avoids solitude because it will be remembered by the story that has just ended. An event that could shake his heart and himself. Undergoing this, he was not sure he was able to get through it well.

Even if he is given time, he wants to scream to throw all the pain that actually settles in the heart.

While there.

Where his ex-wife was laughing cheerfully. It's even fun for someone who has just divorced.

How happy was Rindi when she parted with him?

Since he came home, by getting Rindi close to others, and avoiding her.

And now they're divorced. There was no sadness in her eyes.

He now began to ask about what and where his position in Rindi's heart.

Maybe Rindi felt freer when she parted ways with him.

Or is his name never painted in the heart of Rindi, it feels terrible.

That one-sided love really hurts.

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In the past when dating, he had to take time just to find Rindi.

Now when not looking for the existence of Rindi, it is very easy to get without having more effort.

Beauty is very visible on the face of the woman.

Even when walking in the hallway of the campus they had met, even passed each other. There's nowhere to escape.

With a smile complemented by a pushy look from the two. Immediate awkwardness was immediately created in the two people who were just a few days divorced.

“Hai.” That was all Linggar had in his brain when he had to say hello to Rindi.

“Hai.” Maybe just return their greetings.

Spotlight eyes meet.

It is very obvious if there is a miss there.

The apparent awkwardness made the friends who were near them look at each other.

Funny to see a couple reprimanding each other with just one word.

Though usually do not need to wear a word Linggar directly pull Rindi, or embrace even kiss Rindi cheek.

Something that must be in their brains is, “What's with Linggar and Rindi?”

“How are you?” Linggars that ask a question that is able to open wide the audience near them.

“Good. Sister?” Rindi's stiff-sounding answer further amplified their confusion.

Huh, that's right. A couple asked about each other's circumstances.

Like they never met.

Making questions-by-questions is growing.

“Are they not husbands living in one house. Why ask the situation."

“Excuse me. We're going there, brother.” Point Rindi towards the front.

Very polite and polite.

Fixes. There's something they're hiding.

“Hemm,” Short but able to make his heart ditch. Although accompanied by a smile on the face is not touched, but feels crowded.

Linggar's gaze staring at Rindi passed right beside him. Stealing deeply in all the forms that Rindi showed at that time.

A face with a faint look, a smile that looks very imposing, and even curves that are often embraced by him. Storing in the heart as a preparation for longing. As if tomorrow or later they didn't meet.

Her perfect beauty was now in front of her.

At this time he realized, even very aware it was impossible to hug Rindi like yesterday. Rindi is no longer his.

Rindi walked down with a smile that was no less painful than Linggar.

If you can choose Rindi does not want to meet Linggar this time, because it will only evoke memories that he secretly wants to bury. Didn't want to build a good dream to live with that man.

Though inwardly eager, yet knowing if it could not happen.

Choosing to follow all the advice and orders of his brother, even though it would hurt him severely.

Get used to living with Linggar along with all the puzzles about tonight whether Linggar to his room or not.

And now he can guess if Linggar won't come to his room. Which would be very painful, if you had to remember that it was over.

“You why?” Arman who was still staring at the astonishment of Linggar and Rindi. The linggar that had not turned its eyes at all on the woman even though the figure was getting smaller and smaller until it was lost behind the door over there.

“Biasalah petty quarrel.” His speech was still staring at where Rindi had passed. Though it was clear that the figure was already invisible, hindered by the separation. He looked at the dividing wall.

Do you believe the answer is that simple? It was hard for Arman to believe.

A meeting that is too heavy for a problem that is considered small.

In the past he was very proud to tell all campus residents that they were married.

But unlike now, his divorce with Rindi is not something to be proud of. And he couldn't have said that.

“You why?” The same question that Rindi heard from Early mouth the moment after they passed.

“Ngambek.” Briefly talk. With lips dabbled trying to show that his speech was right. Even though she wanted to cry in her heart.

“Don't believe.” Followed by the flick of his hand into the air as if he did not accept Rindi's answer.

Increasingly strengthened by the nod of his other friends.

Linggar was only able to stare at the reflection of himself in the large mirror of his bedroom wardrobe. Observe yourself from head to toe, in search of physical shortcomings.

When all the stories tell about once so, but not with the story.

A few months with Rindi, made him several times get the opportunity to plant himself and sow seeds on Rindi. With several different styles and flavors.

But until the time that has been determined by his brother-in-law, the seeds that he sowed were not growing.

Where's the fault?

Is he less perkas@?

Or is it Rindi who has another problem?

Could it be that Rindi was indeed not his ribs?

Does God not intend them to be together?

In the afternoon, when the schedule of friends Linggar one by one usually has come. But today it looks different. They're not coming. There is only Arman who actually has sent a message to his friends if he and Linggar have one other need.

Lying for good is okay, right? The reason being the reason.

Ah, he's not lying. Because draining a little information from Linggar is a necessity. A need that feels important because it has made him curious.

“Why you?” He said while he was in Linggar's room.

“Why?” The one asked back asked, he would divert the conversation because he knew where Arman was going.

“Sama Rindi.” With a full gaze towards Linggar, even more so Arman did not want to be too long-winded.

“Again marahan.” Then throw his body on a soft mattress.

His gaze barged toward the ceiling of the room. Loud breathing sounded from her direction, signaling the man was calming down.

Which actually adds more confidence in Arman if his friend is feeling heavy about something.

“It may not be just marahan. Your attitude is too visible. Moreover, how many days have I noticed you other than others.” Playing the phone while occasionally glancing towards Linggar to see the look on his face.

“Other how?” Linggars.

“Your smiles and laughter are too forced. I'm not the new guy who saw your life. Too long to be able to understand your current state.” Arman pointed occasionally at Linggar with his phone.

The man closed his eyes with a heavy breath. Must be thinking about the problem that turns out not as light as cotton.

“News aja, if you know I can give you a solution.” Subjugating, waiting for his best friend to tell a story.

“Udah no other solution.” Maybe the feeling of despair is too big.