(Revised) Regretting It Too Late

Birthday

After the departure of the Mexca boss my duty was only to support and escort Merisca and accompany Mr. Yosef to meet with the client and arrange a meeting with the investors. The rest I just do light work from the Mexca boss.

Being the delivery of flowers to the cafe subscription of the Mexca boss and also the restaurant that does not belong to anyone, because it is addressed to whom the flower I also do not know, which I know only deliver it with the initials AL.

I don't know what happened to me. It's just because of a habit or something I can't understand, without realizing my feet are always stepping towards him. Because every day see it and observe it, so there is an interest in the figure of himself and his excellent personal.

Like a magnet I always remember the same place every meal, whether it's lunch or dinner. As of this moment, I came to enjoy dinner there.

And my eyes seemed thirsty for the figure I wanted to see every time. Like this time, I've been hanging out here at dinnertime. I circled my eyes to look for the person I wanted to see.

"Adinda, how strange is it that I have to keep thinking about him like this?" my grumbling in my seat with an unsettled heart.

"Tu... Uh Mr Faris you're here again? What would you like to order for the dinner menu?" ask a pegawe to me.

"Is Adinda not here tonight?" I asked the man unconsciously.

"Oh, mbak Dinda. Maybe soon sir" replied the man with Rama.

After I ordered the menu, while waiting for me to open my phone to see the schedule for tomorrow. Suddenly the figure I was waiting for came. I observed his arrival, and I saw him walking among the visitors, whom I sometimes saw him interacting with visitors he might have known or regular customers in the cafe.

My sight cannot escape from it. I kept watching his movements until he got on the podium and picked up his guitar 🎸 then sat down while strumming his guitar strings and started singing a song that was nice to hear, maybe because of his melodious voice so the song he is underneath is very good to enjoy.

Tonight he looked different, he didn't come here by himself. There was the figure of the young man who was with him, who from the beginning he entered the young man kept clinging to him. I don't know who he is, his brother or his relatives. And after the young man put the recording device on he went straight up to the podium as well and stuck to it, standing right next to him with the guitar in his hand as well.

"Yes he's a pretty handsome young man in my opinion, but there's no way that's his girlfriend. He's too easy and childish." I cried in my heart.

After I finished enjoying my dinner while hearing the song, I stood up to greet him, but my phone rang and it turned out that it was the Mexca boss who called me. I had to lift it first. But after I finished calling, he was gone.

Beside Laian Bram felt anxious about the state of Monica who wanted to give birth. He took Monica to the hospital because Monica had been spitting out so much water without any pain.

At the hospital Monica argued with Bram because she did not want to give birth normally, arguing that she did not want to feel pain in the delivery process. And she wants to give birth by means of saesar's surgery.

After a debate, Bram finally relented and Monica was ushered by the nurses into the operating room. Bram who was waiting in the waiting room felt anxious. He could only pacing back and forth indeterminate directions, and occasionally sighed deeply, thinking of Monica who was in the opration room.

"Ma. Please Bram ma, Monica is in labor. Bram please, Bram is confused what to do later" I asked my mother by phone.

I heard my mother was so angry with me and Monica for what we had done to Adinda, that I divorced her. Yes, there is regret for my little heart after I said the word talak to him at that time. What's more when I see the water he said that flows rapidly and he sits on the grass of the hospital park, there is a sense of tightness in every breath I take. Even every time I remember her crying that day, this feeling of tightness still covers me.

Every time I think of her, I would love to run towards her and hold her tight. But I was always held back by the guilt of what I had done to her. The pain of all my attitudes and actions towards her as long as she was my wife I could not afford to achieve it.

"Bram, how?" greet someone to me with a tight tone, and immediately disperse my daydream of the figure of Adinda.

"Why should you trouble us like this for something like this. Isn't she your wife, you should have taken care of her yourself." my mother scolded me. While my papa he said nothing, just sat down and closed his eyes leaning against the back of the chair.

"Ma Bram has never experienced any of this. Bram was just afraid that Bram would be confused and not know what to do." I explained to my mama who looked upset.

"Isn't that also my mother's grandchild, don't you want to see her when she's born?" I want to take my mother's heart.

"He's not the grandson I expected. I just want a granddaughter from Adinda not a laen woman." ketus my mama who instantly made my heart ache.

"Ma, but the child conceived by Monica is also the son of Bram, the flesh blood of Bram ma" I explained so that my mother does not hate my baby later.

"Are you sure it's your son and your flesh and blood?" the chirps of my papa that made me flinch in shock.

I couldn't answer my papa's questions, somehow my mouth felt moody and couldn't get the words out, finally just the silence in the waiting room. No more good words from my mom or my dad.

About 1 hour I waited, finally a nurse called me to pick up ari-ari and Monica's dirty clothes.

Me, my mom and dad were waiting in the waiting room. And after Monica was taken out of the operating room to be moved to the airing room, I asked my mother to take care of Monica for a while because I wanted to go home to bury my son.

A few hours later, I went back to the hospital and accidentally on the way back I saw Adinda at a crossroads. I saw him walking and talking to a young man who was very young. She laughed with the young man and looked very beautiful.

"What's this?" I wiped the water droplets that ran down my cheeks.

The tightness in my chest became more and more when I saw it, so I did not realize that my two eyes drained tears just by looking at him.

"Adinda. Will you remember me who was once in your life and even once was your husband?" I asked in a murmur he couldn't hear.

I took my car back to the hospital. And when I got to the hospital I went straight to Monica's nursing room, but there I no longer saw my mom or dad, only Monica was weakly lying on her bed.

"Mass? Did Bram just come? Bram why so long." Monica asked me in a weak voice.

"Yes, we washed and buried our children's children" I explained to Monica and I kissed her forehead.

"Where did mama kok mas not see, did mama to the nursery." asked me who did not find mama anywhere in the treatment room Monica.

"Mama has come home from earlier" he said in a limp tone.

"Yes, you took a break and went to the administration first." I said and immediately left him to rest.

After 4 days Monica was finally allowed to go home. My wife and my little daughter went home, and at home there was a Dami mom I was working on to help Monica.