Deepest Wound

HAPPY FOR MR. ADJI

...Happy reading...

The doorbell rang not long after I cleared my face after performing the maghrib prayer. Because Kak Laras had moved a few days ago I finally opened the door. I'm not lazy or dependent on it, but I rarely hear what else the doorbell is when I'm asleep. Sometimes I listen to music with my earphones. So it is he or Agil's brother who always opens the door if there are guests.

“Pak Adji?” I was surprised to find out about the guest.

“How are you doing?”

“I'm fine,” I replied. “I mean it's been a little bit light.” I immediately corrected my words when I realized that I was lying to him.

“Oh, thank goodness. This is your favorite martabak.” while handing a package containing martabak box.

“Why bother like this.” I feel bad.

“Not bothered, really. Just happened to pass by and saw the seller martabak.”

“Thank you, Sir. Please sit down first.”

Again I think back to when I used to take Kak Ardi to sit on the terrace bench.

“Wait a minute, I take the plate first. Oiya, what do you want to drink?” I hope mineral water. My do'a in my heart.

“Air white only, because at home was already drinking coffee. Danger if most drink sweet-sweet,” said Mr. Adji with a small smile.

Mercifully....

“Good if you are health conscious. So be careful you know, do not come here often,” kekeh me while going inside after replying to Mr. Adji.

Some time I came back with a plate and water for Mr. Adji. I poured the pickles into the dish and then stabbed a piece of martabak with a fork.

“Oiya, why can't you come here often? Do you have any more candidates?” Ask Mr. Adji glanced at me after drinking the water I had brought.

“Kata Father is not good if most of the sweet. I'm also sweet, sir. Could-can be later Mr. hurt, you know.” This time Mr. Adji chuckled with my joke.

“From the beginning you never changed, yes.”

“Emang Father wants me to turn into what?” I took a quick glance as I put the martabak piece back in my mouth.

“If it turns into Mrs Nugraha, would you?”

“Uhukk! Um...”.

Mr. Adji hurriedly opened the bottle of mineral water and gave it to me.

“How?” Ask Mr. Adji.

“Udah is okay,” I replied while wiping my mouth with a tissue.

“What do you mean ready?”

I fell silent while taking my eyes off.

“Sorry, if this is too sudden for you. But actually, this feeling has existed for a long time.”

“Since long? When's? I asked to turn my face back to Mr. Adji.

“Don't know when exactly, but obviously at that time you were still sitting on the bench SMP.”

I'm getting surprised. I think Mr. Adji liked me when I was in a relationship with Mr. Ardi.

“But not that time..-”.

“Yes, I know. As a Teacher I do not want to damage the good name of the school with the news of a Teacher dating a Junior High School student where he teaches. That time actually I also want to express this feeling, but you -” Mr. Adji stopped while smiling at me. I also smile when I remember where it was Kak Ardi followed me to the cafe and saw me with Mr. Adji.

“Father is handsome, kind, and well established. Hopefully given a matching soul mate as well,” said I try to smile and hope my decision does not make Mr. Adji feel hurt.

“I don't need a matching partner. Enough to be able to accompany me in any situation. But it's okay, the important thing is that I've already stated it. I understand your current condition. So don't get too thought out.”

A few months after that I got a wedding invitation from Mr. Adji. There is a pleasure and also should finally Mr. Adji has found the woman of his choice. But unfortunately I couldn't attend that happy show. Because I schedule a chek up and have been a few days I postponed it because of obstructed work.

I went alone by renting a taxi because Om Wandy was busy with some of his business that is currently developing.

This is my last check-up schedule. After this I will take off taking drugs but I have to keep eating patterns and avoid foods that can interfere with the health of my stomach.

After undergoing the examination and Doctor Rio explained a few things regarding my health problem, I also say goodbye and say thank you to him for helping me recover even though it has become his responsibility as a Doctor.

When I came out of the room, I felt like someone was following me from behind. I thought maybe it was just a nurse or a person who happened to pass by and head in the same direction as me. But I was shocked when someone blocked my left leg.

To my surprise, I looked at that person. “Kak Ardi!?”

“Kak, freelance!” Half-screaming I tried to release his hand. But not in the least he loosened his grip. He took me to one of the rooms that are still part of this Hospital as well.

“Kak, what the hell is this!?” My growl rubbed my newly released arm. Without answering, he touched my shoulders and directed me to sit on one of the chairs. Then he took my hands and rested on my lap.

I was scared and worried about this situation. Fear because he already has a wife and worry if anyone sees and then cause misunderstanding.

“An..., I still love you.”

Deg!

I straightened my sitting position which had been bowed to watch his shaken back. But a moment later pity filled my heart. He was the first person to introduce me to what was called love. For the first time I was able to smile and laugh after the crush and the inner pressure I experienced over the wounds given by my own family.

When compared then I am the one who is most hurt over all these circumstances. But again the experience of living with many wounds has mentally matured me.

“What Big Brother once thought, I suffered even more and felt far more pain when I heard the news that Brother was married. Yes, even if it was only because of matchmaking. But I got through it all, even though it wasn't easy. Until...,” I can no longer stem my tears considering the continuation of my love story which also ended in suffering after I just recovered from the same wound.

“Sorry, had I not been too rash to make a decision, maybe we would have been back together.” I took a moment to digest what Ardi said.

...Ardi POVs...

After the last message I sent him, he didn't reply maybe I think he hasn't come back to town. And some time I saw an incoming call coming from her but the one who picked up was Zahwa, the woman who is now my wife. I was angry with him for taking the call without my knowledge. When I called back it turned out that my number was on the block. I was really frustrated and poured all my anger on Zahwa.

Some time I went to the city where he lived to explain everything that happened directly. But luck is not on my side. I only met his cousin's brother, Kak Laras.

I begged to give her a new Anita number and also her workplace address but nothing. Finally I just asked him through Kak Laras.

Until Papa dies and tells me to take care of Zahwa and promise not to leave him. But things still haven't changed because there's only Anita's name in my life.

One day Zahwa asked me to speak seriously and asked me to divorce her and wanted me to go back to Anita. I feel happy but also feel guilty for Zahwa. But again he stated that he was fine and all this time I had not touched him since we were married.

I've taken care of our divorce papers and also some ownership papers including a house letter to be transferred in the name of Zahwa as his living allowance. Because I'm sure I'll stay happy without it all if Anita's with me.

Hope was dashed when he heard that he was getting married soon. I sat weakly still holding divorce papers that had not been signed. I wanted to give it to Zahwa, but I paused and slowly I tried to accept it even though Anita's name remained in my heart.

One time I saw one of Anita's family was at the Hospital where I was on duty. Out of curiosity I finally checked the identity of the patient who had just entered that afternoon. I was surprised to find the name of the woman I still love listed as a patient there. I went to my partner in charge of Anita and asked her how she was. It turns out the situation is very concerning. I was furious that the man who became her husband did not take good care of her.

I went to Kak Laras and begged him to talk about his condition and why it had come to this. I finally managed to get that info.

I still want him, I still love him so much and want to take care of him. When I returned home I was greeted with a pregnancy test given by Zahwa who stated that she was positive for pregnancy.

I don't know how to handle all that. I was really tested.

...**Ardi POV END...

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