BETTING

HANDOVER

"Good afternoon. Is this right with Celina Andini's mom?" A man's voice greeted as Celine picked up her phone.

"really. Who's this with, huh?"

"I'm Fauzan. Notary of Mr. Bhishma" he replied.

"Oh. What's up, huh? I'm not in touch with Mr. Bhishma anymore." He answers.

His lips trembled every time the man's name was mentioned by anyone. In fact, in their home, the name was sacred, Onah and the others should not call it. At work too, Siska chose to be quiet and would not ask anything more about their relationship.

"I invited Mom to come to our office. It's about buying and selling houses that will be processed on behalf of Mom."

"meaning?"

"Father of Bisma, give the house that I have occupied as property." That's explanation.

"But, I ..."

"I hope you're willing to come to our office at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Address we'll give you after this."

He took a long breath. Her chest tightened, moving blue. I don't know what he felt, all mixed together into one. Bhishma, despite divorcing him, kept the promise to give up the house as his own.

Two months after the incident passed, he returned to focus on taking care of the home and working. He accepted the fate he had outlined. Not even a year of their marriage according to the agreement, all ended.

Their marriage was not legal and was not recorded anywhere. When the talaq falls, they are divorced. One thing he should probably be grateful for, is that life still goes on without the man.

One thing that is also regrettable is that there were no children in their short marriage, because it had entered into the covenant. Even if he wanted it, it might be for the best. If there was a child among them, surely everything would get even more chaotic.

Like two different sides of the coin. There is a good side, there is a bad side to life. Celine, trying to hold on as hard as she can in the midst of destruction, all for the sake of her children.

It turned out that his love for children and the orphanage was greater than anything in this world. Even his love for Bhishma, slowly fades with time. He was getting used to accepting that there was no man in his life now.

"Okay, I'll come. Please send us your office address. I'll follow all the process."

Clik.

Phone connection disconnected.

"Who, Neng?"

"Notary, Bik."

"What's he saying?"

"Please accept this house, it's ours."

"Oh Allah, Neng." Onah squawked, prostrating on the floor. For years they lived in distress. Switching homes because someone else was evicted. Now they have a permanent residence that is habitable.

They cry hugging. Maybe this is the way, their fight for survival. If at that time Celine did not accept the offer of Bhishma, somehow their fate.

"Tomorrow Lin is coming, Bik. He said he had a signature. Hand over the certificate." His cry flowed profusely, until the chest tightness was unable to say.

Sometimes we have to sacrifice ourselves, feelings and love for the sake of another love. Suppress all desires for the happiness of our version, for the happiness of others.

***

Celine entered the office quietly. Sorted by a security guard, he headed straight for the room that the receptionist had mentioned in front. In his heart thought, did all the rich people in this world have very good offices, even surpassing their homes?

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