TRUE LOVE For MAYA
DON'T REGRET IT

It was three days before Maya's departure

"I'm sorry Maya Umi." Just an apology to her mother that Maya said in her heart. After Haris uttered, dropping talak if from this moment, this moment, today too, the woman named Maya Mawanda is no longer his wife, no longer his responsibility.

Five years wading through the household together in a state of difficulty and pleasure, in a state of health and pain, in a state of laughter and sadness, with all the obstacles and trials that they tried to pass both. The household they built had run aground and disappeared along with the fall of the talaq that came out of Haris' mouth.

Put some clothes stels into the bag, the woman will soon leave the city of Jakarta. The city of his dreams so far, the city he hoped to change his life.

Early in the morning when some people were still in the house, Maya was getting ready to go carrying wounds, leaving memories, leaving her life story for 5 years with Haris, leaving the big city to disappear. Away, hiding from the man she loves. As per the promise he made.

Before stepping through the door, the woman turned around every corner of the modest house where she had been sheltered from the heat and rain for five years. For a moment, he looked at the man sitting down without a sound.

Maya turns around, and speaks one last time to the man who was still her husband a few hours earlier.

"I'm saying goodbye, Mas.. Thank you for all the happiness you have given me. I'm sorry, I can't do my part as a good wife for you. I'm sorry I've been

be your burden all this time.."

"May Mas will find happiness with other women."

"I'm very lucky.. Given the opportunity by God to accompany Mas for five years, to be Mas's wife, a pride for me. And I never regretted it.

May Mas Haris, recover as soon as possible and be healthy again as before when we first met. And able to realize the wishes and expectations of Mama Hani. Being the oldest boy to be proud of. I'm gonna be happy to hear that."

"Mas must be successful, Mas must rise, Maya is sure, Mas certainly can. One day, when God brings us together again, Maya hopes there is no hatred in Mas's heart. Because at any time, Maya never hated Mas Haris. Mas will always be the perfect man for Maya."

Grab Haris' hand. Maya kisses the back of her hand with reverence, as a sign of her service for the last time, with tears in her eyes.

"Take it.." Haris hands over Maya's phone and Lingga's gold card

"Please be good.. May your life also change for the better." Haris suddenly pulls Maya and hugs her. "I'm sorry May, I'm sorry, I was selfish. But it hurts too much for me."

"Yes, Mas.. Don't be sorry.. Everything has happened. Maya go Mas." Maya breaks away from Haris' embrace. Grabbing the bag, Maya exits leaving behind the figure of the man who once filled her heart in her tears and laughter.

Maya wears a long-sleeved sweater shirt and jeans to ward off the coldness that penetrates the skin, getting into her pores. Pinching a medium-sized bag, Maya walks out of the alley and continues to step up to get to the front fork.

"Neng Ojek." a man wearing a green jacket offered Maya a walk and it turned out.

"Loh Neng Maya." the man greeted and got to know the young woman

Maya recalled the face of the man who had twice escorted her to Lingga's apartment.

"Where are you going Neng?" the father asked by looking at Maya's hand that was carrying the bag.

"Emmm.. I'm going home, sir."

"Why is Maya?" the Father asked again when he saw a puffy virtual face with eyes that were still reddened by crying a lot.

"Maya's gang has a problem?"

"No sir, no problem." thought for a moment Maya ventured into talking.

"Mother can you please Maya?"

"Please what Neng? If you can, I'll help you."

"Enterprime.." Maya hesitated a little.

"By the way, Neng, what's wrong?"

"Sir please buy Maya's phone? Maya needs money for the cost of going home."

With a look of pity, the Father looked at Maya. As a parent, the man could sense that the young lady before him was currently having trouble.

"Sold on the counter also definitely the price goes down sir, this is the old type, and also there is no box. There's only a charger. It's okay, sir, any number. What matters is the cost. Counter is not noon."

"Father there's only 300 Neng's money."

"Where?"

"Enough sir to make Maya's fare home."

Maya hands over her phone after removing her card. The transaction happened on the side of the road. But the woman continued to be grateful, in meeting with a man she knew and wanted to help her.

"Sir, Maya can't help another one?" Maya forced a smile

"Yes Neng.. Think of it as an extra mobile phone payment." the father laughed

Maya pulled out a white envelope containing a golg card belonging to the phallus and a piece of paper that had been written at home. Maya could not have used Lingga's card, if she had done so, the man could have tracked her down, figured out her whereabouts.

"Please give this letter to Neng Dina. The address Maya wrote sir." Maya showed the writing on the outside of the envelope to the Father.

"Yes, Neng.. Will you convey.But can not today yes Neng, at 7 pm There are other work. But you try it immediately."

"Yes, Sir.. Thanks."

"Look Neng Mr. Anter to the front."

Stop public transportation with a major to the big terminal in the city of Jakarta. The woman decided not to go home. He's going to the city, where one of his late father's younger brothers is.

In addition to 300 dollars from the proceeds of selling his phone, Maya counts the rest of the money in his wallet. He tidied up two thousand sheets of paper, five thousand and ten thousand which amounted to 65 thousand. And the five-hundred coin is three-thousand.

"Alhamdulillah, enough for the fare during the journey." heartened, Maya tried to put a smile on her lips. Welcoming the morning minister.

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Maya's at the big terminal. Terminals that provide buses to various areas. He began looking for agents who sold official travel tickets between cities. But unfortunately, Maya had to be patient waiting until 2 pm for departure time.

As per the travel route, the bus that will take it is a night bus that will start operating in the beginning of the day. Getting a price of no more than 150 thousand for one ticket, Maya can be a little calm because she still has money left over for the handle to eat.

Still in the terminal area, Maya sees a Mushola that she can use to rest, while waiting until noon.

Not to forget, Maya bought a pack of bread and a bottle of mineral water as her stomach booster this morning. He remembered the last time he ate rice, while with Lingga in a restaurant on the beach. Maya has no appetite to chew food, but she insists her body must remain strong and healthy.

Releasing the footwear, Maya set foot onto the terrace of Mushola with a fairly clean floor. Although the place of worship was free to the public, Maya still asked permission to a man she assumed to be the marbot, the manager of Mushola.

"Sir, I'm taking a break here can ya?"

"By, Neng.. Be able.. It's a place of worship, anyone can rest here."

"Neng wants to go home?" The man who was cleaning up stopped his job seeing Maya.

"Yes Sir. But the bus leaves at 2."

Maya sits on the floor leaning against the wall of the Mushola. He will be strong, he has promised himself, he will continue to live his life no matter what.

Which makes him fragile and powerless to hold back tears, when he lives by a name. Lingas

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