100 Days of Being a Widow

Friend, Maduku. Part 1

My name is Lestari. People call me by the same call as my parents, Tari. I'm 29 years old and officially got a widow 30 days ago. I was mixed up with my own best friend.

Laila, name. My best friend has since been in junior high school in a small regency in Central Java. Lila and I live close together. No doubt, he and I often go to school together.

Laila's a farmboy who works in my father's farm. Dad is a very famous rice farmer in our area.

Laila we have considered a brother. Even considered a biological child by my father and mother. If you want to go to school, then the mother will prepare the same breakfast and give pocket money with the same nominal as me. A lot of people say that we are twins in different womb, because Laila always looks the same as me.

After finishing High School. I studied at a State University in Depok. While Laila, entered at a state university in her hometown.

During High School, Laila often bergonta changing girlfriends. There are Bayu, Panji, and Prakas. I remained loyal to Lesmana. High-statured and sturdy men. He managed to enter IPDN and completed his education first compared to me.

Luckily, Lesmana was able to get a work placement in our hometown. After completing stratum 1 education in medicine, I got a task outside Java, precisely in a small district in Enarotali. Papuans.

Enarotali is a village and at the same time the capital of Paniai district, which is in the province of Papua, Indonesia. Administratively, the suburb of Enarotali is located in the East Paniai district, on the shores of Lake Tage. Enarotali is considered as an area in the interior of Papua that was built by the Dutch.

Actually, I strongly object to being assigned to this area. Because, I'd love to be with Lesmana. However, the submission of koas in Central Java was rejected, and instead asked to keep taking koas in the interior of Papua.

Finally, with a heavy heart I accepted the decision in the hope that 2 years would soon pass and I could find a job in the same area with Lesmana. Understandably, even though we are still both young, but our parents, already know each other. Lesmana is the only son of Aaron's family. Mr. Aaron and his wife got married at a young age, and Lesmana was their only child. Hastening the marriage is their hope, in order to get a lot of baby soon.

I left for Enarotali in November 2019 just then. From the campus there are 2 medical students, 1 person from the pharmacy, 2 people from the midwifery of other campuses, and 2 other people are interns from the IT campus in the city of Depok.

We're flying to Timika. The journey takes 6 hours on the plane. Almost the same journey for

go to Japan!

Arriving in Timika, we still have to board the Twin Otter aircraft. Small aircraft. Through hills and mountains. Terrible, but fun too. Occasionally the 7 of us strengthen each other when the plane dives too sharply when passing through towering mountains. Even when landing, the right wing of the plane almost hit a grass-fed cow in the airport area.

The day of the moon. I started enjoying my activities in Enarotali. Nature so beautiful caught my attention. We lived in a boarding house in the district. Cost-boring zinc roof with very minimal water facilities. If the water is dead, we are forced to bathe at times where the water is very shallow!

But I still enjoy it. If you miss family. So we strengthened each other.

We went to work at the local helper centre on a motorcycle provided by the government. Exciting journey. Pass through the mountains and cross the beautiful lake Tege.

We have a tough challenge when we have to bring patients to a more adequate Health Facility location, using a boat or even a canoe.

To relieve fatigue, then every weekend, me and friends in arms, will spend time with friends at Paniai Beach, a beach with beautiful white sand.

During his time in Enarotali, Lesmana and I had trouble getting to know each other. Difficult signal. Lesmana can call me if I'm at the boarding house. While working, there is no signal. But it did not discourage Lesmana and I to give each other news every day.

Until near the end of Koas' duties, Lesmana and her family had officially proposed to me to my parents in the village. I asked Lesmana to go to Enarotali for a prewedding session in this district. The natural nuances are beautiful, very fitting to display the romantic atmosphere in prewedding photos. Me and Lesmana were prewedding photos there.

Arrive when I return to my hometown. I got a job in RSUD not far from where I live. Everything went well until my wedding day.

I invited all my schoolmates. Including Laila. At that time he came with another man. His old friend is much older than him. I'm positive thinking, maybe Laila's tired of Gonta changing girlfriends and wants someone more serious to get to marriage.

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Me and Lesmana are a happily settled family again. Although newly married, we already have a private house that is quite luxurious and four-wheeled vehicles respectively. I'm used to being independent, everywhere by myself, and that's what Lesmana likes about me. Not demanding and very obedient.

One year passed. My career is very good. I passed the CPNS selection and was ready to become ASN, while Lesmana had become ASN first. His career is also quite good and he is an accomplished ASN in his office.

Two years since the wedding. Our careers continue to rise. However, it has not been given the gift of momongan. The in-laws who once seemed to be very supportive of our relationship, being kind and consider me their own child, are now starting to change. Every time the phone call is asked, is your wife pregnant?

Three years have passed since our wedding. I don't have a momongan yet. We have made many attempts. Medical tests showed that we were both healthy. The baby tube has 2x us run and the result is equally failed. I have reached my tired point. We never fought. However, Lesmana started to act cold.

He no longer praised me, rarely at home.even though he was at home, it will be together with his gadget. His words were more narrow, especially if he had just been to his parents' house, or our in-laws had deliberately visited, then he would have spoken more loudly than usual.

I try to be patient with this situation. Keep trying to get a baby and not fight back when many insults blame me for not being able to get pregnant.

I'm getting depressed. I need someone who can understand my situation. Since I was busy working, my circle of friendship has diminished. Office friends I can't make friends to confide. Understandably, I am a superior who must maintain authority in front of my subordinates.

I tried to contact Laila. Friends who have been there for me since childhood, become friends vent and share stories. Laila still lives in the same city as me, even though it is quite a distance away.

I decided to spend my weekend with Laila. I went to where he worked. Laila works as a marketing officer in a fairly well-known property company. He seems to be quite successful with his work. Her appearance is like a top class artist. His face that was always filled with acne is now no longer visible, since Laila knows skincare and beauty doctors. Her clothes are*** and her style of speech is much different. However, I stayed comfortable around him, confided in him and spent a lot of time in his rented house on weekends.

Until one day. While we were watching TV together, there were uninvited guests. Knocked on the door loudly and called out Laila's name harshly.

"La...who is that?!"

I was terrified when the door was forcefully kicked by the person behind the door.

"Get out you cheap girl!!!"

A woman from behind the door.

"Iii.it..it..that's.the wife is Mas Andra!"

Laila stammered. She knew Andra as Laila's lover she was Ara's first marriage. He just understood that it turns out Andra is a married man who has 2 children. The house that Laila currently occupies is an asset house with Andra and his wife.

Laila was evicted from the house after a violent fight. The famously innocent Laila could apparently fight that big against Andra's wife.

Laila was confused to find a place to stay. I can't bear to see it. He's a friend who's been considered my own brother.

I finally decided to take Laila to my house. He can stay on the top floor that I've never lived on. Because the bottom floor alone is wide enough for me and Lesmana to live. Lesmanas are rarely at home. He'll leave at 7am and come home at 10pm tonight.

"Mas, this is Laila, remember?"

I said as Mas Lesmana sat smoking in front of the TV. His eyes were on the TV monitor.

"hemmm" he just answered my question with a thud.

"I took Laila to stay in our house for a while, until she found a new contract. Can you please mas?"

Persuade me gently.

Lesmana gave a quick glance at Laila, then said.

"Yes!"

Although it was cold, I welcomed it happily. From that day on, I will no longer feel lonely in that luxurious mansion.

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