The Value of Loyalty
The Unmissed Letter

“Trus kak Linggar, where?” During the marriage this was the first time Rindi called Lilis to accompany her.

Just in case he doesn't come back to remember Linggar when he's alone. But it turns out that his strategy may have been wrong. The questions are growing in Lilis's brain.

About where Linggar is at the moment? Why not accompany Rindi.

“Again affairs.” Briefly talk.

“You watch what?” Turning on his laptop tried to divert the conversation.

Wanted to forget Linggar for a while. And do not want the state of his household is known by others even though it is Lilis, his own best friend.

Getting married at an early age with their very short marriage is not something to be proud of and show off.

Unfortunately, Lilis is getting curious.

“You fought?” Ask slowly, a little afraid if the question offends his best friend.

“Slight.” She said she hoped Lilis would trust her and stop her interrogation.

“Not a bit, your attitude is too visible.” His curiosity is becoming more and more.

“If you only fight, most quiet-at-home aja you will still go home together.”

Yes, true said Lilis, if just a minor quarrel they will remain in one car and even one roof.

But it all turned out not to be like that. They are in separate places.

And also why Linggar didn't pull him into the car like he used to. A little coercion from Linggar he will accept. It's fine as long as Linggar gets back to him.

He wanted Linggar to pull his body away from everything, to arrive where they were just two, and do everything together.

He wants! Even very wanted.

But apparently, Linggar did not come to him, pulled him, and did not smash him. None of that happened.

Is this called longing? Want something but not achieved.

It feels so torturous. The whole world feels empty.

He has failed to persist in the happiness that comes with his pain.

“I don't know. Maybe Brother Linggar is bored.” He said while laying his head on the pillow.

Maybe the mind in the head exceeds its capacity, until it is very heavy. Need a place to lean, but he just wants Linggar's shoulder.

Or get into the arms of that old man. With a Linggar that wrapped its hands around his body. Wrapping his small body with the body of a large and tall Linggar.

He wants a Linggar. The need!

Really need!

Now! Right now!

The head that feels dizzy with the entire contents of the chest that seems to want to come out because it feels tight inside, causing a speck of clear water in the corner of his eye.

Her crying could not be contained anymore.

He was wrong, it was wrong.

But it's not all what he wanted.

He wants everything back to how it used to be. Want Linggar to stay by his side. Always forcing yourself to stay together. That'sthat's all.

The days were increasingly chaotic as the two got an envelope with the cover of the State Religious Court.

The wound deepened slicing the heart that was getting sore. If they say it hurts but doesn't bleed. Why does it hurt like this. It was like a spell slicing through each side.

Now none of them can hide this pain. Even with the effort to cover the wound, it still appears in both.

Daydreaming, thinking and upsetting. That's what's seen on each other's pale faces. With all the thoughts that exist.

Why like this?

Why so hearty?

Who filed the lawsuit first? Because each is still very hopeful of each other's arrival to say an apology.

“Tenakan course, before the trial takes place there is mediation first. You can talk about it again.” Mother's soothing sentence for Linggar that has been looking moody for a few days.

“Mediation is what bun?” Ask if you get a little spirit.

Maybe there's still a way for him to get back with Rindi.

Want to! Really Want!

“Mediation is like negotiation or negotiation. Which only the two of you attended. Only someone mediates, from the side of the court. The neutral person is not taking sides between you or Rindi.”

“It is possible that after mediation you may fail to go to trial. Hopefully anyway!” The mother still wants the wholeness of her child's household. Because for the mother it is the happiness of Linggar.

“I'm the same as Rindi bun?” Ask with full hope.

Mother nodded.

“No one else?” Ask again.

Mother smiled to see her little child excited.

“There. As the mother said earlier, this person will be the mediator between you. But he's neutral. Just want to want you to solve your problems.”

“You rest easy, do’a a lot!” Smiling looked at his son who looked very attentive to his words.

“Iya bun, mother also do’ Linggar so that she can return again the same Rindi.” Although he had spoken talak, but to advance to the green table felt burdensome steps.

Referral is still his greatest hope.

"Surely it is." Smiling at his son as if he had just gotten a cool breeze.

Mediation is carried out with those who are only accompanied by their respective lawyers. Provide an opportunity for them to return to the hugs that are sorely missed.

Word by word that has been assembled first to be spoken when facing each other, somehow very difficult to say now.

Lips felt so tightly glued that even the open felt difficult. The tongue feels more frozen like it is placed in the coldest temperature.

Expecting them to go ahead of each other to say hello. But only hope. It is difficult to act as the first to say hello.

Even in the heart, the hands seem to want to reach each other.

In fact, even to look at each other, he, in advance is still the hope of each.

Whether this is the form of an ego or prestige. Prefer to be quiet and listen instead of saying sorry.

Be aware of bowed-head rings while listening to the defense of their respective lawyers. The lungs feel so narrow that they have to open their mouths just to steal oxygen to keep breathing.

Until finally knock the hammer from the judge ended everything. Opening a new page. As well as confirming their status as manta wife and ex-husband.

Sweet that ends up stinging.

Blame each other, maybe.

When all the sweet words are now meaningless. Love will turn into hate. Or has the lover turned into an enemy.

“Rindi.” Sapa Linggar while outside the court building who witnessed the end of their story.

Rindi turned around by remaining downcast. The head feels heavy when having to face the person who has been accompanying him. Give her everything she wants. Attention, affection and love.

Both hands of the Linggar are stretched out and wide open. Just want to leave a good impression when they are at the end of the intersection. Though the heart is broken more than in pieces. His hope of getting back together is now fruitless.

To Be Continued!

May I ask for his support.

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