Destiny Love Rianti

24. Miranda Voice

The most painful thing in the world of love is when our feelings of love do not get a reply from the person we love, or more tragically we can not have the body.

That's how I feel right now. I have loved for a long time, but I have not been rewarded by the people I love.

The man could even be very close to me, but unfortunately he never once looked at me as a woman who deserves to be by his side as his life partner.

Jonathan Prasetya, the man who won my heart since we were both in High School. Because of her kindness and care, I made it through the hardest times of my life.

As the only child of a successful businessman in his field, I belong to the category of lucky children. That's how people think. But not for me, in fact, possessions alone do not make me happy. While love and affection I did not get perfect from both my parents.

Only quarrel after quarrel from mom and dad seems to be breakfast every morning for me. They never seem to get along in front of me. There is always something that gets them into trouble. It makes me even more frustrated to linger near them.

There is no parental concern for their children. There was no good-night kiss from either of them as the other parent did to his child. And there's no question to just ask me how and what I did during school. They are too busy with work, so they forget that there is a heart that they should take care of.

It feels like I live alone in this house. Except Bik Yanti is a housekeeper in my house who always pays attention to my every need. But still it wasn't enough for me.

This environment shaped my personality into an anti-social girl. There are no friends or even friends in my life. Every day I spend time in school only in class if the lesson time is in progress and if I take a break I choose to go to the library to just read some books.

Until one day there was a great quarrel between mom and dad which led to the decision to divorce.

"I want us to get a divorce" shouted Mama.

"good. Today I also dropped three talaq on you." That's papa's next answer.

I who was studying in the room at that time, could only cry by closing my mouth tightly so as not to be heard by them. But what is the point, even if I cry hard in front of both of them, it will never change their decision to leave each other.

***

Today my mom and dad are officially divorced. I prefer to join my mother than papa who was then married again betih with his second wife. Well, that's my biggest reason for separating from papa. If you remember which woman would be willing if you had to share your heart with other women.

This divorce depressed me and caused bad thoughts for me. Suicide is the bad thought that came to my mind.

Standing on the side of a suspension bridge that doesn't take much traffic, I tried to end my life. Tears just came out, remembering all the sweet memories of when I was a kid. Mama and papa are very harmonious, they look so in love with each other. But now they are like mortal enemies who will never unite with each other.

"Does love have an expiration date? Why do they hate each other now? though they used to love each other so much" I said softly with tears that kept falling and wetting my face.

My position is already standing firmly on the iron bridge. Stretch your hands to get ready to end your life.

As I was about to plunge down, suddenly the warm hand of a man pulled me so firmly that I fell down and entered in his arms. He is the man I have loved until now, Jonathan Prasetya who changed his name to Hafizh Prasetya.

***

Since then, Hafizh and I have been so close. His presence makes my day more colorful again. All the attention he gave me. It made me feel such a strong love for her.

But I don't believe myself in telling him that. And decided to keep her and wait for her to express the same feelings for me.

***

Graduation day has arrived. We both celebrate it by giving a meaningful memento.

"Mir, where are you going after this?" Ask Hafizh at the time.

"I'd like to continue my studies in the specialty medicine field of Jo's obstetrics."

"Well, same dong Mir. We're going to the same college, okay?" He changed his seat to face me.

"I'm going to be invited by my mom to move to Paris Jo. Continuing my education there."

Hafizh's face changed. It was as if I was unwilling to leave her side.

Studying in Paris was not my wish. I just followed my mom who decided to marry the city's famous Caucasian man with his Eiffel Tower.

"You'll leave me Mir." He put his hand right over my head. After that he held my hand quite tightly.

"Sorry Jo. I had to." I looked at Hafizh meaningfully.

***

Now here I am. Sitting at the edge of the bed with the feeling of being crushed melted down because my beloved heart again incised the same wound to me.

After he hurt me a long time ago by marrying Amira, Hafizh now hurts me again by saying he will marry Rianti. A female employee who works at her clinic.

Hafizh even showed her happiness in front of me when she declared that she would marry Rianti. It really made me so angry with her and Rianti, the widow I thought had no pride in taking Hafizh away from me.

I took my phone from the nightstand that was not far from me at this time. Seeking Hafizh's contact and calling her, hoping she cancels her marriage to Rianti, and then switches to marrying me.

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[Hello] greet Hafizh slowly.

Hearing him return my calls made me a little happy.

[Jo, please come to me, I've been waiting for you for a long time]

[Leave Rianti, and come to me, marry me dear] with confidence I ask her to leave Rianti.

[Sorry Miranda, I can't] reply Hafizh. Which broke my heart.

I'm getting frustrated. The man who once loved me so much has changed. Maybe I was too stupid, because I left him. My crying is unstoppable, along with bad thoughts to end my life.

For a long time I kept my race for him. Then what would it be like for me to live if he didn't even think I existed anymore.

[If you don't come to me, then I'd rather just die, huhu] I shouted with a broken cry.

[I love you Jonathan, I love you a long time ago] I'm getting hysterical because of his rejection.

[But I don't have that kind of feeling for you Mir, I consider you just as a friend nothing more]

Whahuh? He even said he only thinks of me as a friend? after so much time that we spent together, he had no more feelings than a friend to me?

[Why Jo? What is my cage so you can't love me]

[You have no shortage of Mir, it's just that I'm just a friend to you] Hafizh said.

[And I must inform you that I am with Rianti, my wife]

Deg.

That statement, it silenced me. I thought that after my declaration of love a few days ago would change his mind. But it didn't. Even now he has legitimately become the husband of the woman I hate so much.

[What? Wife? Arrrrrghhhh] my groan was strong while throwing my phone to hit the makeup glass in my room.

"Arrrrrghhhhh, are you currently making out with Jo? Hiks hyks hyks." My breath hunts, my anger rises.

"alright. Be happy with her Jo. And I'd rather just die, aaaarrgghhh." My mind is getting sick. I really can't afford to just support my legs.

With strength still remaining, I ventured to walk towards the kitchen. Circulating my gaze to look for the one thing that could take my life. Got it!

Finally I found her, the little knife that Aunt used to cut all kinds of vegetables and fruits.

A small knife was now firmly grasped in both hands.

"Haha, you'll regret it Jo, once you see my dead body is lifeless. Haha," I said softly while bringing the knife closer to my wrist. And then get ready to slash some pulses that beat there.

"Mirishandah!" Shouted my mother who was now at the kitchen door.

"Don't go near ma. Miranda just wants to die!" My screams are no less loud.

"What are you doing, son? Take off the knife!"

"don't want. For what Mira lives, if Jonathan no longer even thinks Mira exists. He even spent the night with another woman!"

"But don't hurt yourself, son. It's wrong!" Mama started sobbing.

"Sickness raga can still hold Mira ma. But not with heartache. Do you know how Mira feels about Jonathan?"

My mother then ran quickly towards me. Holding both hands and forcing to drop the small knife from my hand. But my mother's energy lost stronger than mine. With one stroke I managed to make my mother fall. And immediately ran towards the room and locked himself in it.

"Don't open the door. Please open the door!" The sound of Mom's moaning came from outside the door. I knew Mama was so anxious and worried, even now, the woman who had given birth to me was crying sobbing, coaxing me to open the door.

"Mira wants Jonathan ma. Just Jonathan," I shouted in a crouching position in the corner of the room.

"Yes, my son, I understand. Mama will talk to Jonathan later. Open the door, son. Let's talk about everything well." My mother kept trying to persuade me. But still I don't care.

My heart aches even more when I imagine Hafizh and Rianti going through their bridal night tonight. This heart is certainly not willing. I should have been in that position, not that cheap widow.

No more the sound of the door banging, nor did the sound of my mother disappear with the loss of the sound of knocking on the door of my room.

I put my head on both knees. Sobbing in tears hoping Hafizh comes and hugs me to just heal the wounds in my heart. I was immersed in a long daydream that made me set sail for a moment in a mortal dream world.

***

Dor.... Dor... Dorian

"Mira, open the door."

The sound of the door coming back made me a little surprised. That voice, I know exactly who it is. He's Hafizh!

Half-run I opened the door for her. Then dropped in his arms.

"I know you love me too Jo. I knew you were coming for me!" A happy smile rose from both of my lips.

"Sorry Mira. I'm here because I feel sorry for Aunt Mariah. Not to live with you" said Hafizh who managed to wipe the painting of a sweet smile earlier on my face.

"Your work Jo. It's tega!" I left him and ran to reach for the little knife.

"Then let me die" I said threateningly.

"Take it off Mir. There are still many better men than me. Don't be stupid!" Shouted Hafizh.

"Dear baby, please take control of yourself, son. Don't make me worry."

"No!"

"Mira, I beg you. Take off the knife. And we're talking about everything in a good way."

Hafizh looked at me pleading. He seems very worried about me.

"Originally you're gonna promise me Jo."

Hafizh nodded forcefully, though,

"Yes, I promise." he said.

"Then marry me too, Jo."

Hafizh's facial expression changed, looking at me in surprise.

"No! I can't do that, Miranda."

"I love Rianti very much, my wife. And promised never to disappoint her."

"Well, then be prepared to see my death Jonathan,"

"Don't do it Mira!" Screeched Hafizh.

"Then marry me Jo. It doesn't matter if you love me or not. Just marry me."

"I can't Mira. Can't!" Hafizh's eyes stared furiously at me.

"Then I die!" I threatened him again by sticking the little knife right on the pulse on my wrist.

"Well, if that's your decision. Please! I will never betray Rianti's trust. I just love my wife Mira. And at any moment she is only the queen of my life" Hafizh said.

"Auntie please son Jo. At least do this for Auntie." Mama cried pleading with Hafizh.

"Tante, I'm sorry Jo. Jo can't. Aunty knows what it's like to betray a husband?"

"Even Auntie did not accept and chose to divorce Frans, when she knew Frans had remarried. Same with me, Aunt. I don't want my house destroyed."

"I love my wife Aunt Mariah very much. Whatever happens I'll never hurt her."

Hafizh's words were like a bow of arrows pointing right at my heart. Wounding me even kills me slowly. There was no longer any hope, Hafizh really had a strong stance.

Sreeek.

The little knife managed to rip the pulse on my wrist. Fresh blood flowed so hard. It made me feel a little dizzy and then fell unconscious for a moment.

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