CROWN LADY
With mass
"ma we go home," said it surprised me and not yet after my surprise to see a middle-aged woman so beautiful despite entering the twilight, "hay dear, welcome home mama" by touching my cheek, not only blushing my face but like boiled tomatoes just do not use tangled, "hendra so cold does he bsrlaku good to you? " that question made me turn my head automatically.
"ma, herdi left first" the voice was the next surprise, "eh doctor mama wants to leave, this dulukan acquaintance of your brother-in-law"Mama gave me an explanation that made me ambiguous locked up as if numb to see the figure I longed for in front of me, and how painful it was to remember it was just pain and had passed, but why should she be my sister-in-law, God isn't this too joking, "Herdi's late ma," shaking hands and passing without seeing me first whereas Ku was just a lump of meat unable to speak everything was frozen just following my in-laws with concern until this moment I did not know.
At first glance their laughter makes me sicker, but my heart tells me honestly now that even if you die later, God returns to give the story without man knowing that's what I am, you can only try to plan something God decides.
This week there is no Hendrawan mas that exists is Herdian, in a house with a barrier of parents, namely in-laws, it's so hard to avoid the morning that maybe the night he met at the dinner table and my husband left town for business, my activities are still the same in the company that raised my name, like yin and yang who complement each other and embrace on the side of my career happiness is radiated brightly while at home the dark side that haunts me no longer buy me now has locked me.
Not over all the taste that trapped me in the bitter reality, now was present among us the figure of Herndrawan at the end of the door without a word only a sharp gaze rained on me, beyond reason Herdi said "this is my brother-in-law, this is my brother-in-law, which almost seduced me" it was outrageous to slander me so cruelly, when the slack I ran through the door with a broken heart no longer cracked but now shattered, no longer wanting love nor believing in love, my husband really hugged me as my steps came to a halt in our room facing off.
"forgive me dear forgive me" said the words like a chiller of my empty soul, full of wounds all the pressure in the name of mass - then showering me bullying bullying in my mind increasingly to remember those valentine days, the, my siriku wedding is also a night of favors to change the apocalypse when the talaq in I batangkan beautifully real when the remaining sweat is not dry yet, the next day is so hard if I do not remember the creator's curse of the sin of ending my life I must have done it right then and there, limped to step with a fetus that I did not know until I lost it. The pain could not come out anymore because it hurt too much.
