BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

93. Me, You, Him and Glor

How Nadia does not flood tears, when when when packing her goods and baby Glor goods to move to her parents' house, Tristan prevents her.

"Nadia, you and Glor don't leave this house. I'll get the hell out of here. I'm looking for a contract near the office. When I get it, I get out of this house. This house is yours" Tristan said.

Tristan took his clothes out of the travel bag and returned the travel bag back to the top of the closet, where it was stored.

But clearly he could not accept Tristan's kindness. What kind of woman she was if she had betrayed and hurt her husband, now wants to control her husband's house when she wants to separate.

"No Tristan, I'm going back to my mom and dad's house anyway. This is your home, not a gono-gini treasure," he tried to subtly refuse.

But Tristan remained firm.

"Get this an eye sign from Nadia. So is jewelry, all for you. Deposit me for two, 'cause I gotta buy another house."

"Although the value is nothing compared to the property that you will get from Bimasena, please accept it, just a memento if we are ever together," continued Tristan who made his mouth round.

"No no Tristan. I parted with you not because I was going back to Bimasena. But I don't want to see you tormented again by this situation. I want to see you happy."

Tristan quickly interrupted his words.

"I'm Nadia, I decided to part ways not because I didn't love you. Not because I want another woman. It's not easy to take you out of my life. But because I think of Glor."

"Glor had to grow up on the side of his biological parents, so that Glor would not be confused by the complexity that happened to me, you and him."

"Glor should have a normal life like any other child. So, you guys should be together, tied up in marriage for Glor's sake. Moreover, you still love her." Tristan said it firmly.

But he shook his head in a sign of disagreement.

"Bimasena was happy there. He doesn't know anything about Glor, and I don't want him to know. I don't want to bother him. I'm sure I can live alone with Glor."

Tristan cut back on his words.

"Bimasena has a strong influence. Until now he has never let you go Nadia. Maybe you don't realize that you're in his neighborhood and under his influence" Tristan said, leaving him confused.

He looked at Tristan's face with a clueless look. His heart wondered what he meant under the influence of Bimasena? Is it because he hasn't forgotten about the man? Then being in the Bimasena environment what does it mean? Is it because she gave birth to the man's son?

"I don't need to describe it right now Nadia. Later you will know, if he has a strong influence and never let go of you." Tristan knows her curiosity.

"Tris! What I want right now is that he's happy with the woman he deserves, and you'll find the right woman for you and be happy with that woman. Me? Having a baby Glor is already a priceless happiness. I'll continue living alone with Glor."

Tristan argued again. Saying a sentence that made her chest tight and provoked her tears.

"Nadia, Glor must have grown up in a whole family. The condition of the family has a big influence on the mental of a child, do not ignore it!" The words Tristan spoke were full of emphasis.

"Connect in the bond of marriage with him, and build a harmonious family. I am disappointed in you and him, but I want to see you happy. I want to see Glor happy."

Not only because of wanting a divorce brought lara heart to him. But the words of Tristan made his heart bleed. It is not proper for her to receive kindness from Tristan, for she is the one who once stabbed her own husband.

He has destroyed the ideal of remaining together until death doomed, which was pledged on the same day as the sacred promise of marriage.

But Tristan, who was struggling to embroider a tear in his heart, still gave him genuine attention.

Could this despicable self accept it?

While he has been doing a marriage vow of denial?

One of the milestones they went through as part of the divorce process was to visit Tristan's parents, as well as Bang Herial and Mpok Nana, asking for the blessing to separate.

"Are you sure you can't keep your household anymore?" mother Tristan asked with a trembling voice and a hopeful face. "It's not that easy to say the word divorce!"

Her mother-in-law was holding baby Glor. Thinking of his arrival and Tristan is to see them, it is very unexpected if his arrival turns out to ask for blessing to divorce.

Likewise when they met Bang Herial and Mpok Nana. Mpok Nana gave them advice and consideration at length while holding baby Glor. While he, Tristan and Bang Herial were sitting three in the guest chair.

"Sik, you guys don't make fun of marriage. Marriage is not just black on white, to legalize body relations. Not a child's home game. Then if you are bored or disappointed with your partner and merta you say divorce."

"Marriage is how you can survive the household storm and face the conflicts that arise. Every problem in a marriage should be solved. Divorce is not a way out, but it is a disaster."

He listened to the advice of Mpok Nana with his head bowed. Because in front of him Bang Herial put on a fierce face while smoking a cigarette.

Tristan issued his argument in response to Mpok Nana.

"We've been trying to defend our household, Bang, Mpok. But we can't continue it anymore. Farewell is the best way for me, Nadia and Glor. After the divorce we will also maintain a good relationship between us."

Mpok Nana sighed disappointed at Tristan's argument. While Bang Herial remained with a ferocious face, continuously smoking his cigarette. He knew that Bang Herial was refraining from pouncing and tearing him apart.

"Do you know how to be a widow, Nadia?" asked Mpok Nana to him as if he was out of words.

"I don't know because I've never been Mpok. But I'm ready to be a widow and babysit baby Glor myself" she said as she looked at Mpok Nana who was swinging baby Glor gently in a sling.

He avoided meeting Bang Herial's eyes because the look on his older brother's eyes was fraught with intervention.

Meanwhile, Bang Herial did not give any consideration or advice to them. His brother just turned off the cigarette butts in the ashtray, then left them with a disappointed face.

Bang Herial stepped out of the house without saying goodbye. Not long after, there was a roar of the exhaust of the Bang Herial motorbike with a thunderous voice.

It is not easy to meet the parents of Tristan and Bang Herial and Mpok Nana to ask for the blessing of separation. But it was not easy to see Tristan collecting clothes and personal belongings, putting them in the trunk of a car, preparing to leave the house.

"Sorry Tristan, I can't stay in this house. I'm also leaving this house. Not because I don't want to accept your gift. But the guilt will continue to torment me for life if I stay in this house" he said in a hoarse voice and sobbing at Tristan who was preparing to move out of the house.

"Stay with Nadia, for there is no way that you will stay in this house forever. One day you will inhabit a much better home" prevent Tristan expectantly.

"I can't Tristan." he shook his head.

"Please Nadia. Give me a chance to be a meaningful man in the last moments of our relationship." Tristan welcomes him, so with a heavy heart he grants the man's request.

"May I carry Glor before I leave?" pinta Tristan's.

He nodded and thrust the baby Glor in his cradle to Tristan.

Tristan was holding baby Glor rather curiously. It is natural that Tristan is that ugly, because he has never had the experience of being a father.

Almost half an hour Tristan held baby Glor, lacing baby Glor very rigidly. But he was able to make his tears flow very hard.

And the peak is when baby Glor is already asleep in the sling Tristan. Tristan hands baby Glor and tells him.

"I'm going to Nadia. Take good care of yourself, too baby Glor," Tristan said, looking at her with a sad look.

He nodded, but was unable to prevent his cries from making a sound.

Tristan grabs it in a decapitation, but it's not so close because there's a baby Glor between them. She was crying on Tristan's shoulder.

A while after that, Tristan left with the ultimate sentence,

"See you at Nadia's court."

The togetherness that has been awakened since uttering the pledge of loyalty in the marriage ritual has ended. Leave wounds and traumas that will continue to imprint in the depths of the heart.

Now he must knit the remains of despair in the depths of the night and stop lamenting life. For tomorrow, he will meet morning with Glor Gerardo, his little angel.