(Revised) Regretting It Too Late
Talaqs
On the way home, Mexca asked Faris to buy her dinner at a very elegant and santay-designed cafe. The ordered menu is the same.
Sometimes I feel surprised by my boss lately, so he often asked to be escorted to church and cafe. But somehow every time I entered this cafe I felt very calm, either because of the atmosphere and nuance or because of the lyrics of the song sung by the hijab female singer.
But tonight seems a little special, and it seems that the staff here knows me very well because I always come at the same time with the same order as well. Steak, fanila milk and chocolate ice ceream.
"Good night sir, sorry this is your order and this is a bonus from the owner of this cafe sir, because the father is a regular customer of this cafe" explained the cafe waiter with Rama to me.
"Thank you. Can I ask, what is the name of the singer's girl, and is she the permanent singer of this cafe?" I said curious because his voice sounded so sad today was not as usual.
"Ah, ma'am Dinda. He's a regular singer of this cafe and he's also married sir" he explained to me
I took my order and paid for it.
That afternoon after meeting with his business partner, my boss took me to church again and I asked permission to go to the mosque because it was close together.
"Ris, do you feel calm if you rest here? Isn't this a place of worship for you?" reprimanding my boss is what makes me shocked.
"Ah, yes. This is the house of God, the same as your place of worship boss. I have always felt comfortable here, and here is not only a place of worship but also a place of rest for those on long journeys" I replied to my boss, whether right or wrong.
After that, my boss started to tell me about the problems that have been bothering him lately. I'm a little awkward, but I'm close to him but I'm not his friend who has to share everything with him.
"So the boss fell in love with the cafe singer named Dinda, and that's why the boss always bought dinner there" I said. That was answered with a nod from my boss.
"Surprisingly, I also saw that he seemed to be in trouble. If in my religion the boss, can be darikartika soul mate if the two people can feel restless from one of them" I said as long as I speak.
"Sometimes I'll take it a little bit from her husband" chirped the boss, who did everything so easily.
"Wow boss if it can be berabe. Because it seems like she is not an ordinary woman, if she gets monitored by the boss she can be angry and even hate the same boss" my advice to my boss who for a long time sounded like a friend to me.
"Sorry boss, if in my boss's faith I do not understand, but if in my belief, everything in this world has a cause for consequence. Everything can be changed through our do'a and our beliefs. And if we want something that cannot be achieved eating will be replaced with something more than that, but it could also be because of the power of the do'an we can have what we want it" obviously I'm the pretentious one at my clever boss.
And I don't know what's going on, my boss is getting quieter and likes to follow me if I'm on my feet.
But life in the office remains he is the king and many pegawe often get scorned because of their performance.
Back to Dinda
After Mas Bram left for work mbak monica again made a tantrum, and he always did recklessly like this morning. He scuttle me and threatens to do anything to get me out of this house.
"Actually why would Monica do all that? Didn't Monica have full Bram mas all this time" said I who began to grow angry with the act.
"You think that's all I want, no.! I want you out of this house and out of Bram's life forever.!" he smiled meaningfully and suddenly fell on him.
"God, what did Monica do?!" my worst move with his reckless work.
"Is it my stomach, sakiiit?!" the pek holds and holds his stomach.
"Mom, is Monica not papa? Let's go, let's go to the hospital quickly" I pulled him into the car.
On the way I felt very anxious about Monica's mother and her fetus, while Monica continued to groan in pain.
"Doctor... Doctor help me, doctor?!" I shouted in panic as soon as I reached the hospital.
I saw Monica's mother under some nurses into the examination room, and I immediately contacted Bram about Monica's current affairs.
"Doctor, how's my sister and her fetus doing? Is there no problem with them?" I was panicking and worried about a doctor who had just come out of Monika's check room.
"Calm down, I'll talk to her husband, has he come?" the doctor said seriously.
"I'm her husband, what's wrong with my wife and child?" said Bram who just came.
"Mas Bram" I said, still panicking.
Mas Bram went to follow the doctor and I was still waiting in front of the treatment room. I saw some nurses pushing the Monica nursery bed that she said was going to be moved to the inpatient room.
"Maaass. hiks hiks mas Bram"
Mas Bram who just came from the doctor's room entered the room mbak Monica and immediately embraced him and kissed Monica's forehead with a very friendly and affectionate.
"We almost want to lose our son huhuhuhu..."
"Let's calm, baby, everything will be fine, I won't let you get hurt and hurt again" said Mas Bram, patting Monica on the back.
"This is all, this is all because of Dinda mas hyks. I don't want to stay with someone who can threaten our baby's safety, I don't want to. Help me mas, don't let him stay with us mas huhuhu" fighting and moaning mbak monica on mas Bram.
"So, this is all because of you again Din? Why are you being so mean and selfish, what's wrong with my baby until you want to kill him? Why the sense of irritation in your heart has made you a man so cruel even to innocent babies and anything wrong. Dinda listen to me, from now on I divorce you. You're no longer my wife" Bram's words were like lightning striking and destroying my entire life.
"Mas, what did Bram say just now? Mas Bram could have done this as I did." no answer from Bram, only mbak monica who smiled in his victory behind the arms of Bram.
"You guys. You are vile people, you two have been zholimical towards me all this time. One day you'll get the payback" I said as I left the room.
On the way to the parking lot my mind was dead-end, my chest was tight and my heart seemed to be crushed and broken into pieces, my breath seemed to stop only in the esophagus.
I sat on the lawn holding my knees, sobbing and feeling my world shattered.
"I just said divorce to Adinda. Did I divorce Adinda?" ask me not to believe what I'm saying.
"Yes, Bram divorced Adinda. Now there's no one else who's going to harm our baby-to-be"
"Oh Allah, what have I done? I started to love her and wanted to get closer and get to know her more. I even always feel interested and as every adorable act of Adinda" I grumbled in my heart.
"Mas, Bram mas let's go home and I'm going home, I'm fine. I don't feel at home here mas, I just want to rest at home" spoiled whine Monica to me.
"Well ask the doctor first? You wait here" I wipe and I kiss Monica's head.
While walking in the hospital hallway I accidentally saw the overcrowded Adinda and cried by holding her two lutu. I wanted to go down and hug her but that was impossible because what I did to her was so cruel all along.
I drove my car with my sobs that wouldn't stop, I parked my car on the bridge. I went down and shouted there, I let go of all the burdens in my heart.
"Dinda, dinda what are you doing?!" shouted someone who pulled me in his arms.
Because of the pain that so stifled my chest, my vision began to fade and darken, my hearing was also unclear. Until I really don't remember anything anymore.
When I woke up in the morning at Om Bambang's house, he forced me to tell him what had happened to me. And I also reluctantly repeat the incident yesterday and tell everything to Om Bambang and also mas Dido and mas Didi.
In the afternoon I went to the old man's house Bram with the groceries, when I got there I cooked for everyone, and I also cooked Bram's favorite food. Shortly after I finished cooking Bram's dumpling came.
We all had dinner together, I'm both parents Bram, Om Bambang, mas Dido and Didi and mas Bram himself.
"Dinda what is this, son, why have you since come to talk nothing just busy cooking, and mom is also not allowed to bamtu" no mama mas Bram to me when we finished dinner and settled down.
I saw Bram staring at me and then he was down.
"If Bram won't talk, let Dinda explain." I said to the two parents
"Before Dinda apologized, dinda came and cooked in this house and deliberately cooked everyone's favorite dishes to make the last memory"
"What do you mean, baby, you don't understand what you're saying. Bram are you guys fighting?"
"Tante, I'm sorry Dinda. Because Dinda can't be a good daughter-in-law to this family"
"Sorry, Dinda's been stabbed with Bram. Dinda is no longer the wife of Mas Bram and the daughter-in-law of this family. Dinda came to say a big apology"
"Bram.! Are you crazy, huh?! What have you done bratty boy"
"Sorry Pa, Bram Khilaf"
Plaques
"You're missing Bram. You really don't have a brain.!"
"Mama's disappointed in you, Bram. So this is what it wants? You dumped Dinda and picked that woman"
"I'm sorry Bram ma. Bram really khilaf ma"
"Judge Anton, it's all happened. And I don't want to see the daughter I raised and know how her struggle to survive suffered again. By agreeing to this matchmaking and leaving her to your son, I will see her happy, but your son has scourged her and neglected her for 3 years of their marriage. Even your son has punished him by doing him unfairly."
"I'm sorry, dear Mama, please keep calling me mama. Because mom can't lose you, baby"
"Okay ma, forgive Dinda too" I said as I returned my arms to Bram.
I thought it was hot for a long time
Apparently drizzling, apparently drizzling
Inviting a-ha-ha-ah
In an unconscious 'me wetness
You asked for farewell too
I thought it was just
Joking a-ha-ha-ah
You are serious about smiling
Not a moment with you
Not my toy
You also know my intentions
Sincere and holy
It's really good you said that
You consider it a suratan
Even a little ripple of your face
Unflanked
I'm only half the life
Holding the sebak in the chest
While you are simple
Passed by without a word
I feel very insulted
You do
I feel very insulted
You do
Not a moment with you
Not my toy
You also know my intentions
Sincere and holy
It's really good you said that
You consider it a suratan
Even a little ripple of your face
Unflanked
I'm only half the life
Holding the sebak in the chest
While you are simple
Passed by without a word
I feel very insulted
You do
I feel very insulted
You do
I have been in vain all this time
If my love, if my heart
You're guris o-ho-ho-oh
In unconscious ' I cry
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Source: Musixmatch
Songwriter: Saari Jusoh
Inviting Drizzle Lyrics
That night I stayed at the cafe busying myself so that I could be distracted from all the burdens and problems of life that have been overflowing me in these 2 days.
