Clandestine

The Perfect Distraction

“Lo is in a hurry to get married

Jul, when you have absolutely no idea who your real husband is.”

“Aaarrgh!” I scratched my head

who does not itch it with fret.

I was at all this day

unable to concentrate on the work so that as a result a stack of work

on my desk I haven't touched at all. Every time I start a job,

daniel's words always ring in my ears and keep me from

snugly.

My hands are outstretched, taking

coffee cup on the side of the table. But when the lips of the cup were already

touching my lips, I only realized that the contents were over. I snorted, this

my third coffee till this afternoon and the caffeine hasn't relaxed me.

“Rini!” call my assistant

that's. A few seconds later, Rini came up to me.

“Make coffee again.” I

she pointed an empty cup at my assistant.

“Coffee again?” rini's eyes widened.

“Mbak, this is the third glass. If later the malem can not sleep

how?”

I'm hissing. Either with coffee or

no, since last night I couldn't sleep well.

“Make it anyway.” My insistence and

Rini received the glass with a slight hesitation.

“Mbak what's the problem anyway? From

this morning it was not good?”

I raised my chin. Invisible

how come I've been full of dilemma since morning? Rini can

read it?

“Akh, not so important Rin.”

My pretext. “Only my body has not tasted well since yesterday.”

“Don't get pregnant huh?”

Rini's smile widened. “Aseek...dapet new pile.”.

“Lag!” elakku. “I've already

menstruation two weeks ago, and this is not yet time.”

Rini was disappointed.

“Yaudah then mbak.” Rini

I turned around, and I came back to try to reach the files in front of me

any more.

“Oh yes mbak..” Sela Rini's

all of a sudden.

I lifted my chin back.

The woman was already at the door and was now staring at me.

“Our client used to be that, Santi ma'am,

go to the hospital. Do you want to go see?”

“Ke Bogor?” I squealed

eyebrows.

Rini nodded. “He sure is

it's really nice if we look at it. But..if mbak Julia wants it anyway.”

“I want!” smabarku.

It seems that a trip to Bogor will make my mind

this mess is a little quiet. Besides, I'm lazy to be home right now.

“Work?”

“Urus later deh!” sahutku.

“Date when?”

“Half hours from now.

My job is less.”

I'm nodding. “Judah spit

finish’in.”

“Beres boss!”

*****

Bogor is always shahdu!

That was the first thing I

get it when Rini's car stops in the hospital parking lot.

Thin drizzle down, and enough

chilly.

After asking the receptionist

santi's mother's room, Rini and I immediately slid towards the third floor. A room

VIP who was clean.

Santi's mother was so surprised to see

our arrival. He was not alone, there was his son who was about twenty

years accompany them. After the divorce with her husband

draining energy because of the problem of gono-gini treasure, finally Ibu Santi just

living together with this child. But when the problem

finished, he was sick. Maybe the effect of harboring feelings and also tired

physical and mental that make his body not strong and ask for rest.

I sat on a long sofa. Rini was sitting next to me, while Santi's mother

sitting on our front single sofa. At first I asked him to stay

mattress, but he insisted he wanted to sit because his condition was good

just. As a result he now sits with an infusion pole next to him.

“Actually the doctor said tomorrow

I have been allowed to go home to Julia.” Fifty-year-old woman

it's smiling. “Malah mbak Jul same mbak Rini bothered to come here.”

I smile. “Akh no bu.

After all, when can we go to Bogor to meet mom otherwise

we are looking forward to coming now.”

Santi's mother smiled.

“By the way why mom

now live in Bogor?” Sela Rini after she sipped the warm tea earlier

it was made by the son of Santi's mother. After making tea, the man

out somewhere. Maybe we should hang out with us and choose to leave.

“My son and I decided

to stay here now mbak.”

Rini and I looked at each other.

Santi's mother sighed slowly. Her view

wander away towards the window, where the thin drizzle is still coming down and is now increasingly

the meetings.

“I feel more comfortable here

after the divorce, ma'am. Divorce is not something that

happy, especially for those of us who are married for more than twenty years.

But how else, I can't live with a lie all the time

time with him.” Her papar. “In Jakarta, all places are memories for

i'm. Because that's where we started feeling, getting married, starting everything from

nol and then divorced. Assume I am running away from reality. No

the problem. The important thing is I feel calmer staying here.”

Rini and I were silent. There are many

the sudden thing pierced my heart. I don't know. I just feel what

what I feel Sinta now. The marriage that he had been through was more than

twenty years clearly leaves a great pain for him when divorced

now it's. He must have had many memories, which he certainly could not

explain that no one can even understand how precious memories are

that's. Yeah, I know. If we start getting used to our partner, as small as

whatever the memory is, it's hard to forget.

We talked a lot this afternoon,

accompanied by a cup of hot tea and also a few slices of layer cake. Terribly

it's exciting, even I've forgotten my frustration since last night. True what

what I think, if walking is such a distraction

delightful.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, I and

Rini came home. We both walked down the hospital hallway.

The atmosphere was quite crowded, probably because it was now a big clock.

“Mbak, step aside first.” Rini

suddenly pulled my arm because there was a bed that was pushed by several sisters

the impounded.

“Sorry permsi..” Said one of

the sister passed me and Rini.

I looked at the patient

the one being pushed. It looks weak and pale too. Little not

I could see it, especially if it was so young.

“Mbak, how dumb?” Rini

nudged my arm when the patient had passed in front of me and I still

staring at him until lost at the turn of the hallway.

“Poor Rin.” My fizz.

“Mbak don't have the heart?”

I nodded, my mind still

not yet separated from the weak patient.

“Yok, cuss..later husband mbak.

wait at home.”

I'm nodding. Just remembered

if I had only contacted Reinard this afternoon with a short message, he would have

very worried about me now if I don't get home yet.

Travel Bogor—Jakarta so

fluently. After taking Rini down in front of her house, I immediately went home

apartment. I'm sure Reinard will be waiting for me at home.

But apparently, when I

get to. The house is empty and cold. Nothing has changed, it is still the same as

this morning.

Then, I was disappointed…..

Because my husband does not exist

in-house.