TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Who's That Woman?

Two days passed, and now my body is back to how it was. Healthy and powerful. Thank you to Mas Alif and my mom who took care of me lovingly. As a form of thank you, this afternoon I plan to make mama cake and make a special menu for dinner later with Mas Alif. Mama said, Mas Alif was very fond of chicken opor. Therefore, now I will shop to the supermarket to get ingredients and also to buy other home necessities.

Simply put on my toad pants, a long-sleeved shirt, as well as an instant hijab, and I was ready to go. This time by riding my favorite motorcycle, because the location of the supermarket is quite far.

It is now starting to enter a very crowded supermarket today. So remember, if you used to come just buy snacks for snack stock at home. Or just accompany mom to go shopping. But now I am here to buy kitchen needs as well as other household needs. My life changed by one hundred and eighty degrees.

The sight of two lovebirds shopping together, or a happy family with a father pushing his trolley, while the mother chose things, she said, and also the kid who sits on the trolley sometimes makes me jealous. But it is also impossible if I ask Mas Alif to accompany me shopping. Now he must be busy in front of his computer with a lot of documents that he has to check and sign.

As I was walking on shelves filled with snacks, I saw some people crowding. The curious me approached the source of the crowd's cause. If you hear from the comments of people around, there is a wife who was bumping her husband was shopping alone with his affair.

"You have to, Mas! I'm at home busy taking care of our son but you're even delicious here as much as you are!" The mother said with great emphasis and anger. Her hands do not forget to point at her husband and also a woman who attaches to her husband, or can be called her husband's affair.

"God! What are you shouting at? You should understand why your husband turned and chose me. You are old, not interesting! I am not rich, I am still beautiful!" The boys turned out to be intent on igniting the anger of the mother.

Suddenly, hearing the story of her husband's affair made the mother ride apitam. Drawn the hand of the woman from earlier continued to stick with her husband and slapped her cheek hard. The actor who did not accept also returned the slap of the mother. And so began the quarrel of the two women. From starting claws, banging, until the jambak-jambuk. All swearing also comes out of the mother's mouth which is addressed to the mbak-mbak pelakor. The father also seemed to be in the fog separating the two. Finally, two security guards came running in waves, trying to break up the dispute that attracted many visitors.

Seeing that, I felt a little sorry for the mother. Surely his heart aches because it gets betrayal from the person he loves. In my heart I pray that this incident that I just saw did not happen to my household with Mas Alif.

Now I am no longer interested in the continuation of the story they choose to continue walking to the cashier to pay for the items I bought. Out of the supermarket my hand was full with a large bag of groceries. But the sight a little far in front of me made my steps suddenly stop. My breath was closed for a moment. My eyes tried to make sure again that what I saw was true.

Brakk!!!

My hand went limp for a moment and dropped the groceries. Not ready to accept the fact that in front there is Mas Alif who was eating in the restaurant together with a woman. My body was immediately staggered to the back which finally hit someone's body, so that my body did not fall.

"Sorry!" I turned my back to apologize to the man I had run over.

"It's okay,"

"Well?!" we are both spontaneous after facing each other.

"Why aren't you Na?"

"Mmm, it's okay to dit." Yes, the person I accidentally bumped into was Radit.

Judging from his appearance that only wore plain black shirts and long black jeans, surely he was relaxing from his solid activities in the hospital. He picked up my fallen things and came out of the grocery bag, and handed them to me.

"Thank You!"

"You're sure Na isn't okay?"

I let out a tired breath. It's impossible to tell Radit the truth. Considering Radit used to love me and also I was afraid he would do something to Mas Alif. Still remembered in my brain his words at the time of my marriage. Message Mas Alif to always keep and will not make me cry. I don't know what he'll do to Mas Alif if he finds out I'm sad about it.

"Yes. It's nothing. Just a sip of it's possible."

"Judah here, I bring you." Radit then took back the grocery bag from my hand. "Emm, Na."

"Yes?" He seemed to want to say something, but still held it.

"Busy?"

"No really. Why?"

"Eat yuk!" bring him. I still hold his invitation. "I don't mean anything, just want to eat." Radit looked scared if I thought anything about him. I am ordinary though.

"Yes-yes. Comeing! We haven't seen each other for a long time." I took her to the restaurant where Mas Alif was, which she now sits by herself. No longer with that woman. I wonder how her reaction was seeing me there too. "You brought my groceries, Dit!" I said while walking first.

"okay!"

It doesn't take long. Just cross the highway and we have arrived at the restaurant with this traditional concept. Seen from table furniture and chairs made of wood and rattan, also with restaurant buildings are mostly made of sturdy teak wood. The menu served is no less traditional, carrying a typical menu of Javanese people.

My seat and Radit were close to the exit. With Radit in front of me, while I can face directly towards Mas Alif who is slightly into the restaurant and near the big glass window. From my seat I could see him sipping coffee. Not wanting Radit to suspect where I was looking, I tried to invite him to chat while waiting for the order to come.

"How are you doing, Dit?"

"Yeah, as you can see. Healthy and handsome like the old Radit," he said confidently as he placed his thumb and index finger under his chin.

"What hell! How PD!" I threw the tissue provided at the table at him.

"That's dong! Smile. It's more beautiful. So Nala is rich usually." Ooh, apparently he's trying to cheer me up.

"This is what it means?" ask me while raising my eyebrows.

"Eh no! No! That's not. I just want to see you smile." His face seemed to panic. Makes me unable to help laugh

"Bwaha! Relax time Dit!"

"Yes can not relax if you nganggepya earlier I digombal. I thought I was a player again."

"Backer? What the hell?"

"The champion of people," he answered briefly.

"Mantep tuh! Temen like-struggle actor," kelakarku.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ekhm!" I pretended to cough. "Aren't you feeling the same as this guy?" Intentionally luring him with this question, I was still curious about his current feelings towards me.

"You want an honest answer what a lie?" His gaze now turned serious, the atmosphere that had originally melted into a stiff one. The atmosphere makes me uncomfortable.

"If the answer is a lie?"

"My love for you is gone."

Deg.

It means to be honest...

I no longer look at him. Choosing to stare at my feet suddenly became more interesting to me. Maybe because I saw my strange gurgle he opened his voice again.

Hearing her words made me feel overwhelmed. It doesn't feel like I shed tears because of it. Radit gave me a handkerchief to wipe my tears. "Sorry to Dit!"

"I told you, you don't have to feel guilty. Honestly, I used to be jealous of Alif who managed to win your heart. But now I realize. Love is not selfish, it is also about sacrifice. And here I sacrifice my own feelings to see you happy Na."

I don't know what I'll say to him. Right now I can only cry and run out of words.

"That's Na! Don't cry! Not ashamed of what people see? Thought you'd be the victim asking for my responsibility again."

Haish! Moments like this are still a joke. Makes me angry myself to throw a handkerchief used by tears and snot earlier in his direction.

"Damn! Slovenly knows Na!"

"Belgium!"

"Know Na? I felt so relieved after talking all this to you. The burden felt lifted all. Hearts are plong!"

"Hm. Next time you don't have to be dammed again. If there's any chatter right away!," I advise.

"Yes." Yeah."

Along with that the order came. Not a heavy meal. Just a dessert to accompany our conversation. "Oh yes Dit. How was the test yesterday?" If I don't remember it wrong on my wedding day, he's testing for his doctor's diploma.

"The worse! The questions are hard!"

"Aren't you learning?"

"Learning anyway. That's why I learned it desperately, hopefully the value is good. Don't be very high, just above the threshold."

Hmm, it's really hard for my friends to be a legal doctor here. I hear a lot of people fail exams too. Hopefully both Radit, Gea, Sita and Indra can graduate. If Fahmi is not asked again. He had been judicium for months, and now he practices in his father's hospital.

"Amiinu. When did the announcement come out?"

"Prevention of the month. Doain yeah hopefully graduate and next month can be judicium."

"Yes. I must be doain."

"And there's another one" Radit said on the sidelines eating his order.

His hanging speech attracted my attention who was originally busy stirring avocado juice while occasionally glancing at Mas Alif. "What?"

"There is a fact that the average person falls sincerely in love three times in his life." He went back to silence.

"Continuously?" The snatch with Radit who had been listened to seriously was even fun to cut his own words while drinking his cappuccino.

"I fell in love with someone again."

"What really?!" It is undeniable that I am happy to hear this. Who could have opened Radit's heart?

"Yes. And I also didn't think that the one who stole my heart this time was the one I used to waste."

From this story, I know who that woman is. "Geea?" And Radit nodded steadily.

"Perhaps the words of love exist because they are accustomed to being true. Every day face to face with him, cooperating with him, seeing the earnestness and sincerity of his heart. Now make me melt too."

"Yes. Love is a mystery. It can come suddenly to an unexpected heart" I said. "So when did you formalize your relationship?" many enthusiast.

Seeing my spirit, Radit laughed blandly. As if laughing at himself. "Don't want to formalize, say it yet."

"Why?"

"Eitherway. I doubt if he will accept me or not after receiving my ill treatment first."

"That was Dit. Now it's a different story. Try to reveal the truth. Want to be rejected what not, at least you've tried."

"That's it?"

"Yes," I answered. He even looks like he's still cuddling again.

"But I'm still traumatized by your rejection. The present wants to hear rejection again, "finish with laughter.

"Yee! Nyindir yes!" I threw a tissue at him.

"Jaelah Na! This is a people's time, not a dumpster. A great hobby from earlier throwing garbage continues."

"Belgium!"

In the midst of my excitement and Radit who was joking, I did not know if Mas Alif was no longer in his place. Now he's standing in front of me and Radit, making our laughter stop. The atmosphere became awkward.

"Hi Lif!" greet Radit.

"Hey. Been here long?" This question sounded like a tinge of jealousy in my ears. His jaw also looked hard.

Either because of seeing the sour and unsightly face of Mas Alif, or because the food and drinks were exhausted he then chose to leave. "I go first! Oh yeah, your order I already paid Na."

"Thank you Dit!" my spoken.

"Hm. I'm leaving" he said as he patted Mas Alif's shoulder twice.

After Radit died, my appetite was gone. Not intending to talk to Mas Alif, I immediately stood up and took my grocery bag. But before I left, Mas Alif blocked my hand.

"Why are you here with Radit?" tanyakanya.

"Aren't you supposed to meet your own friends?" I answered it lazily.

"It's not. But,-"

"Mas! Radit's already got another woman. So next time you don't have to bother to be jealous." After saying so I chose to leave Langung.