Bima's Second Wife
chapter 162
"Budhe." call me. Budhe's voice coming from the kitchen.
"Budhe knows this girl?" point me at the photo in front of me.
"Of course I know, anyway. It's Una mas, he came at the graduation of Dance three months ago." The mentor answered as he passed towards the kitchen.
The deg!
"Mis?" many wonder.
"But this...Lily right?"
The sun quickly returned to my immediate vicinity and looked in amazement at the photo in front of us. Four beautiful women and one handsome man with his papal whiskers.
"Loh mas, don't-don't forget. Una's name is Lily Aruna Atmaja."
The deg!!
The una?
Lily's?
My heart stopped beating.
Una!
Lily!
Oh my goodness, what kind of fate is this? A glimpse of the shadow back then flashed through my mind.
"I accept marriage and marriage Lily Aruna Atmaja with a set of tools and money worth one million five hundred thousand rupiah in CASH."
Suddenly my knees were weak. I sat on the table behind me. The dance that saw me immediately helped me stand up and swept me to the sofa. His mouth moved, at first glance I could read his lips as if asking for my condition, but his voice was not heard by me at all. Shadow after shadow swirled in my mind. What's the matter? Why did God give me this complicated life?
Another shadow appeared, a time when I never thought Lily existed. The moment Lily expressed her love for me, the moment I rejected her, I snapped at her, and I broke the wedding photo with her.
And at that time I still remember in my own words "Never Say Love to Me, For I Will Never Love Anyone Other Than My Real Wife." Then I left her with her teary eyes. Last I saw before leaving her, she was holding her chest.
One thing I will never forgive myself. I hurt her after I made love to her.
I left at the time, and before I got out of the house, I told her to wait for my divorce papers.
I'm evil. I'm stupid! I've wasted a woman who loves and loves me.
I cried, covering my face with both hands. I don't care about the people who look at me.
"Pakdhe.."mylirih.
Pakdhe was silent still with a thousand question marks in his eyes. The others are waiting for me to talk.
"It turns out Una... all this time she's been my wife!"
Budhe and Tari were shocked, covering their mouths with both hands, their eyes glazed over. Pakdhe Yudha was silent with a blank look.
"So, is Una dead?" said Tari, a drop of tears coming down from her beautiful eyes. Budhe Nani was crying on her husband's shoulder. Pakdhe stared intently at me, his eyes were already glazed over as well.
I shook my head.
"No. The one who died was Dena. My first wife." All eyes were on me asking for an explanation.
They listened carefully to everything about our lives. There was nothing I missed including the time I hurt her feelings that morning.
"I don't deserve pakdhe's forgiveness!" I cry again, let if the world says I'm a cry, I don't care. I just want my Una back.
Should I still call her my Una? Una. Lily whom I hurt her feelings.
"Do you love Una?" pakdhe asked in a flat tone, but there was a voice that sounded vibrating.
"Pakdhe knows I've always been looking for Una?"
"What I'm asking is, do you love Una?" pakdhe asked more forcefully than before.
I looked down, then nodded slowly. Yes I believe I love Una, because even with Dena the shadow of the little Una is always present in my mind.
But now. Even I made Una leave again in my life. Make him hurt. Why did I forget his name. Lily Aruna Atmaja's. Lily. Una.
Aarrggh.
"Lilly? Do you love her? If you knew she was Lily and not Una?"
"Lily, the girl who always comforts me and helps me, she always cheers me on, sir. But I'm stupid I wasted Lily's presence because I felt that only Dena could make me wake up from my slump for not finding Una!"
All speechless.
"Find Una, mas Bima!" budhe's voice finally, after just crying on her husband's shoulder.
Mentari also raised his voice. Calls for the same thing.
"But will Una forgive me, pakdhe?"
