BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

19. Every Taste

"Astagfirullah. Rara, why are you hooked. He was busy wanting to self-absorb. You should have done the Muhasabah. Failing marriage does not mean the end of everything. There must be a silver lining. True what Arif said earlier, you should be grateful Ra, failed marriage than failed in the middle of the road. It must hurt even more. Especially if you have children. Thankful Ra, sure God has the best answer to this problem!" I kept riding while riding a motorcycle.

Now the motor stops right in front of Mama's flower shop. The shop consists of only three small rooms. At the front of the place displaying flowers, the middle for the office as well as where Mama rests, while behind the room where to store the newly arrived flowers, plus a small bathroom.

This shop is not too far from our house. Can be reached by foot. The flower shop that became our main source of sustenance when papa left Mama just like that after the divorce without giving a living for me and Dinda.

In the past, every time I went home from school, Dinda and I always came back here. Spend time, even doing schoolwork and napping here. So in Mama's office there's a little bed for me and Rara's sleeping. We will wait patiently until Mama finishes selling. If there are many flower orders, it can be until nine pm when you go home.

To save on expenses, Mama does not have a permanent employee. Just take advantage of the services of two taxi drivers who run down the road to help you deliver orders. Sometimes my mom delivers it herself.

"Assalamualaikum, Mama." I said, hugging Mama from behind. Of course it surprised my mom.

"Rara?" Mama made sure that it was really me. "Just now that my mom's inward, you're coming."

"It seems like what you mama batin always happens."

"Hm. That's why Mama regretted ever talking about you Ra. It is hard to leave after marriage. It even happened like this."

"Taken with wisdom, ma."

"Eh, but a minute. You look different, Ra?"

"What's different, ma?"

"So it's kinclonger than usual."

"Hahaha, does it look like the difference? Rara went to the salon."

"Tumbens. Why Ra?"

"That was Rara meeting Arif."

"Bye,"

"Aarif will marry ma."

"What do you mean, Ra?"

"She's getting married this weekend to a former model in Rara's office. Maybe Rara baper ma, so be the feeling. Unconscious walk to the salon. Be like this. But not much treatment Rara lakainin. Just creambath same facials."

"Rome!" Mom hugged me right away. "It's definitely heavy, son?"

"It's okay ma. Rara is conscious. Rara should not have followed Rara's feelings. Rara should increase self-instrospection. Maybe Rara has too many flaws, not advantages. Hehe."

My mom hugged me again. Then began to sound words of regret from Mama's mouth. How Mama regretted, should have taught me a little dress up, maybe I won't feel this bad.

"It's nothing, ma. Rara is fine. Moreover, if for beauty to go through a very painful process like that, Rara also does not want to. Rara was now conscious, that should be fixed it was not only physical, but the heart as well. It's free to have a pretty face but a bad heart."

Mama poked my nose. Trying to smile even though I know how Mama feels so sad right now.

***

Indeed, at this time, the issue of infidelity is hot. Anyone who tries to do it then social sanctions will certainly be obtained by him. Though I myself do not forbid anyone to come, including my friends because from yesterday I have completely wiped away the memories of Arif.

Time to move on. Arif is not someone who means anything and will never matter in my life.

I am not a perfect person, but I will never tolerate cheating. That's the principle thing in my life.

***

Exactly as I thought. Monday morning. When I entered the office, everyone was still looking on pity. And I was okay. Yes, God willing I am so sure with my own heart that I can forget about Arif, let alone he was married to Monika. There is no and there will never be a special place for him.

"True Ra, never again want to be lied to by Arif. That's one time!" aya said firmly while we were having lunch.

"Yes no. Why did I think of him again. Especially being married." I said with complete confidence.

"But men have four Ras." cetus Aya again.

"Yes, what the hell. Rara it has moved on, can not do not discuss humans do not have a heart that can only live like a parasite again? It has no benefit for us. Sure enough, Rara inshaAllah will get the best replacement from Allah!" dini said with complete confidence.

"Yep. That's-that's Right. I'll never think of him again!" I said.

After lunch, my three friends and I returned to their rooms. There are a lot of things I want to start working on after a few days of not caring about work.

First of all, to open my own rubric, there will be a small inscription that I want to dedicate to the women out there, as well as to myself who was once heartbroken to move on immediately. Our lives are too precious to be in a toxic relationship.

"Rara, you can do it!" I encouraged myself when the words I was about to write stuck in the middle of the road.

Papa, Rara actually needs papa to be here because Rara is still a lame, Pa. Perhaps this is called trauma. No more feeling of trusting a man. Maybe Rara's gonna be hard to start, Dad.

The clear drops slowly came down. I've been trying to hold it in but it's still coming down, the longer it's going to be. Oh Allah ...

I immediately ran to the bathroom. Wash your face a few times. After being convinced that everything was fine, I immediately came out because there was still a lot of work to be done.

"Ra," a voice made my steps stop.

"Ken. You want to go to the bathroom? Go ahead." I'm inviting Ken.

"Why are you crying?"

"No. Who is crying? This is not crying. There are no tears "

"If you need a friend to tell you a story, I'm ready to listen."

I shouldn't have followed Ken. I should have known the limits. But now we're on the fourth-floor porch. Both looking ahead. The difference is I cry, while Ken silently listens.