Between Me and My Husband

Separate first

This trip feels different, maybe because together with loved ones the sadness when separated from my mother and sister is no longer felt.

Throughout the journey Mas Dipta continued to pay attention to my comfort, making 3 hours of land and air travel not so felt. We arrive at Mama Ratna's house by dinner time. Unlike usual, our arrival was welcomed by Mama who was as indifferent to Mas Dipta. His attitude was the opposite of mine. He hugged me, kissed me on both cheeks and asked about my mother and sister in the village.

I glanced at Mas Dipta, who seemed to be familiar with Mama Ratna's attitude like that. I don't know what makes Mama's attitude so that to Mas Dipta, which I certainly believe is related to the morning he called Mas Dipta while still in the village.

"We just eat right away. You guys go to the dining room first, Mama's gonna call Papa first in his study." Mama said then passed to Papa's study.

Me and Mas Dipta looked at each other, but Mas Dipta first cut his eyes on me.

"Let's wait for Mama and Papa in the dining room." Take her first step there, I follow her.

"Mas, what's wrong with Mama? Did Mama argue with you?" I asked when we were both sitting at the dinner table.

I heard that Mas Dipta took a deep breath. After that he held my hand under the table, I felt his grip so tight. I stared at his hand as if he needed additional strength from me.

"I hope you'll always be by my side, Nia." Her speech.

I hear it, shouldn't I be worried like that be me. Why Mas Dipta clearly knows how I feel about him even so stirred up like this.

I'm gonna ask you again, what's going on. But I paused because Mama and Papa came closer to the dining table.

We had dinner in a mood that I felt a little stiff. I just heard Papa and Mas Dipta talking about work. Mama did not even ask Mas Dipta about the news that he did not meet this week.

"Papa and Mama have something to talk to you about Dip. We go to work first." Said Papa after all the meal. I looked at Papa, Mama and Mas Dipta alternately.

"You go up first Nia, maybe later we will also talk to you. For now you rest first." Mama said softly, understanding my confusion.

I just nodded, not daring to ask anything. Before moving on from there I looked at Mas Dipta, who turned out he was also looking at me with a sad look as if he would no longer see me.

I climbed up the stairs to the room with my head constantly asking questions of myself. I think Mas Dipta made a mistake, and now he's in interrogation. But what is his mistake? It seems like I got dragged along too, the proof was that Mama said she might as well talk to me. Guess what is that?

I entered the room where my suitcase and Mas Dipta's suitcase were already there. It must have been Mbok Asih or Mbok Pur who brought him here. I put my sling bag on the sofa and then went to the bathroom to clean up immediately.

15 Minutes later I came out of the bathroom, Mas Dipta still had no signs of returning. Now it's almost 9 pm, I also take the prayer mat and mukena to perform the prayer isya'.

When I finished praying, I did not lie in bed. Actually I was very curious about what Papa and Mama talked to Mas Dipta. But I'm also not good at finding out what's going on. In order to get rid of the saturation of waiting, I opened my phone screen and saw that there was some chat there. From my sister, who asked me if it had arrived or not. There's also Amel, who can't wait to see you tomorrow. Because he also took a short semester with me.

Not even did I reply to the messages that came into my phone, I've heard the door of the room on tap several times. I put my original phone on the sofa and walked closer to the door.

"Yes, sorry to interrupt. That's waiting for my Mom in her study." The answer. I nodded in understanding.

Mbok Pur and I walked down the stairs. Sometimes I lyrics Mbok Pur who I think the look on his face so shows anxiety. Actually there is something with everyone, until Mbok Pur who rarely shows his facial expression also goes along with anxiety.

Mbok Pur and I split up at the end of the stairs, he walked towards the back towards his room while I headed for Papa's study.

Before entering, I knock on the closed door. Without waiting for an answer from within, I opened it immediately. And in the room, Papa, Mama and Mas Dipta sat on the sofa facing each other. Their conversation was interrupted when I entered.

"Mom and Dad call me?" I asked, I saw the face of Mas Dipta there is a sadness letter there.

"Sit Nia!" Tell Papa, I also sat next to Mama who sat on a long sofa.

"Pardon us Nia. Forgive us as the parents of the Creator." Said Papa again opening a conversation that night with me. Mama is crying. And I'm confused, what exactly do they want to talk about. My lyrics Mas Dipta, he even lowered his face in.

"What's going on, Pa? Ma?" I asked, my voice slightly shaking. I was expecting something bad would happen.

"We already know all we want, Papa and Mama already know about your relationship with Dipta." Answer Papa again. I'm getting confused.

"What relationship does Papa mean?" I can't wait, my hands are already sweating coldly. Papa sighed.

"You've never used the same room in your house. And even Dipta made the fatal mistake of giving one of the rooms in her apartment to another woman, and still keeps her things there. And worse, you even know that Nia, but you're not angry or asking your husband for any explanation." Bright Papa.

I was suddenly shocked by Papa's explanation, my eyes twirled unfocused. My cold hands, now it's shaking even more. Moreover, I heard Mama had sobbed, making my lips kamat-kamit can not say anything.

"Pa.. papa ta.know where?" I tried so hard to speak, my mouth seemed dry so stammered.

"It doesn't matter where we know. We are obviously really disappointed with you. Especially with the Creator. We think you should introspect each of you!" Papa's firmness slightly raised his tone.

"I'm sorry Pa.." - Ogre Mas Dipta spoke, his eyes glazed with regretful glass.

"Papa and Mama have made up their minds." Papa's words hang. My heart was beating fast waiting for the sentence you were going to say next.

"For a while, you should separate first!" Continue Papa.

It was like lightning in broad daylight. Separate how does that mean?