Bima's Second Wife

chapters 160

Both Bima's parents were very satisfied to see the fate of the only son. Skinny and no longer as fresh as before when there was Dena or Lily. They also cursed Bima, but also pity after knowing all about their story, about their marriage which was based on the covenant.

"Bimbim, dear." call Ratih stroking Bima's head with affection. Bima was curled up on her bed.

"Bima does not like mama call Bima use that name" said Bima without looking at the mother. He turned around and pressed the blanket on himself. Geez Bima's attitude is like a child who sulks asking to buy candy.

"Hey, dong. We go down yuk. Papa wants to talk to you."

"What about?"

"Don't know. Let's go downstairs and listen to papa."

Bima also according though reluctantly because he is very tired now. Three months of Lily's search and no results. Tired for sure. Feeling guilty and condemning himself is always done every day.

The three people sat in the living room. Adi looked at the face of the boy who changed drastically. Where's the handsome boy he's been so proud of?

"Papa asks you tomorrow to Jogja to monitor the restaurant you just managed."

"Oh my goodness pa. Only the restaurant manager can too!" reject Bima. Bima just wants to go back to find Lily in between her time taking care of the office.

"Better you monitor the development there, Bima! Tomorrow you have to go back abroad to take care of your business that you have neglected because of your problems!" Bima just looked down and realized his mistake. Everything's fucked up because of him.

***

Bima Satria's.

I haven't been to this city of memories in a long time. The last time was a few months ago before Dena died to look for Una.

Long before that. The first time I looked for Una was when I was in college. I was supposed to be on time, but it's a pity that he's been gone a long time. Uncle said the time will enter Junior High he was brought by his brother from his father to Bandung.

Oh gosh. Una, the little girl who never left my shadow. That makes me almost crazy.

I'm back in this house, it's still the same as it was a few months ago when I was looking for her. I have been aware of my feelings for a long time. I was just trying to deny it and want a normal life like everyone else, not with the shadow of a little girl who might be either she remembers me or not.

"Who are you looking for?" a young girl came up to me standing outside the fence, the same girl she was a few months ago. I'm shaking.

"No mbak." I nodded my head and passed from before him, getting into the car I rented. Like de javu with a few months ago. That's how it is every time I come here. Visit Una's house and look at my former home from a distance.

I'm back driving my car. I decided to go somewhere.

The sea breeze is slowly rolling. The fishy smell of some of the salted fish lying on top of the bamboo webbing gushed into my sense of smell.

My eyes glazed over as I looked at the shoreline that met the waves. The waves running around chasing each other very big in certain months, so the fishermen do not dare to go to sea like now, but that is not what makes me sad.

The sea breeze blew so hard that my hair could never stay in place. The soft stretch of black sand massaged my barefoot feet very comfortably. Slowly the shadows appeared and then sank and reappeared along with the blinking of my two eyes.

I miss my Una so much, having been trying to deny her presence in my life because I was trying to focus on the person who loves me. But after Dena's departure the shadow of Una was getting crazier in my brain.

'Na, don't you know after you left I was tormented here? The shadow kept appearing and never wanted to leave. I should how? Usually you always hug me when I'm down, but right now I'm confused. Who will calm me? Lily's?He's gone Na. My mistake. Excuse me. I can't be what you expect.'

'I'm not a good husband, Na. I'm bad for hurting you and Lily! You are two women who both love stupid men like me, who cannot escape the past. I'm stupid, Na. I'm evil! I'm sorry Lily!

"Mas! Eling mas's! eling!" the voice of a middle-aged man sounded softly, the longer the sounding was clearly beating the waves. I'm staring. He had already pulled my hand with a panicked face. My clothes were wet at waist level, he tried to pull me and now we have walked back to the beach.

"Mbok yo if you have a problem in talking about anyway mas. don't think short. The danger!" he continued to pull me to the edge.

"Better to go home. Not good here. Poor wife must be waiting at home! Talk about it again yo?!" he then left in front of me. I still felt the water that kept pouring through my feet.

Why am I this? I didn't realize I was walking slowly into the waves.