Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

By ourselves

In another city, far east of Indonesia, the woman who was enjoying her happy moments as a legitimate wife had just woken up from her sleep. When fumbling his bed, he realized that the husband was no longer by his side.

"Where is he going so early? It's a holiday" Haira murmured.

The woman whose gestational age is now entering the fifth month also rose from her bed. Step outside the room, looking for her husband.

Arriving in the living room, he saw the outside door open. Haira stepped outside the house.

In the yard, he saw Dirga watering plants. Haira knows that the plant is a relic of Calya. Instantly his heart was troubled. Haira regretted not getting rid of those plants as well.

"Dir ... What's the matter?" Haira shouted from the front door.

Dirga who heard his name was also looked up.

"You'll see for yourself, I'll water the plants again" said Dirga.

"Awh .. just plant it. Come on, better come in, we have breakfast," Haira said again.

"You never flush these plants. Look, so on dry all," replied Dirga

"Let all of you die and be thrown away. Later I will replace it with a new plant," said Haira.

Dirga snorting. Then turn off the water tap, and walk towards his house.

He did not want a commotion to happen, because Dirga knew for sure that Haira would not stop asking herself to follow her will.

"What breakfast?" ask Dirga.

"Lho .. You haven't bought breakfast yet?" Haira asked back.

"If you buy every day, you get bored too, Ra," said Dirga.

"Yes, how do you go, Dir? Do we keep eating that? Continued hunger? Don't you feel sorry for your son?" haira grumbled while pointing at her bulging stomach.

Dirga just shook his head, then sauntered towards the kitchen. Once there, he opened the refrigerator, picked up some eggs, and broke them over the bowl.

Haira who followed him also noticed the movement of the husband.

"What do you want to do?" ask Haira.

"Omlet" answered Dirga.

"Can you?" ask Haira again.

However, Dirga did not answer, only the movements of his hands continued to be visible. Some leeks and celery were being cut as Haira sauntered towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Dirga had already served his homemade omlet on a plate. At the dinner table there are also some sheets of fresh bread and milk for Haira.

My wife is sitting with him now. After that, she enjoyed the food and drinks served by her husband.

"Dir .. I'm bored here," Haira said on the sidelines of her eating activities.

Dirga looked at Haira.

"Why?"

"Yes, every day just dumb at home. No mall, no refreshing. Your place of duty is in this corner anyway?" Haira again grumbled.

"Yes the name of a country man, it's like that, Ra! Assigned anywhere must be willing," said Dirga.

"Dir .. tomorrow I go back to Surabaya first yes. I want refreshing, all of you want to ask Papa to immediately take care of moving your duties," said Haira.

"No need, Ra. After all, in a few months, you will already want to be born. Let's just go to Surabaya," said Dirga.

"It's not about that, but your condition is pregnant again like this" Dirga replied.

"Ah .. Come on, Dir. I want to go back to Surabaya tomorrow. I'm really bored in this city. You agree or you don't, I'll leave." Haira said, then left the dining table. Go back into the room.

***

"Hello, Ma. Yes tomorrow Haira departs," said Haira while holding her phone in her ear.

"alone?" ask the mother across the phone.

"Yes, Ma. He works" replied Haira.

"Oh, are you sure you're going to go out on your own so pregnant?" asked Bu Broto in a less sure tone.

"G ... Mama kayak Dirga only, worrying about the no-no" said Haira.

"What's? So Dirga also objected to your departure plans?"

"Yes, that's how it is. But Haira is really dizzy and saturated here, Ma. For a long time Haira's baby did not grow well if his mother was depressed like this," said Haira.

Bu Broto sighed. "Yes, it's .. it's up to you."

"Yes already, Ma. Don't forget to tell Papa to pick Haira up tomorrow" Haira said before hanging up.

***

The next morning, Haira was already preparing to leave. He only carried a handbag, because his clothes and other items were still in his house in Surabaya.

Dirga didn't say much anymore. He chose to obey the will of his wife. Arguing with him won't settle matters, Dirga knows that.

After taking Haira to the airport, Dirga returned to his official home. In a moment of solitude like this, Dirga's mind suddenly drifted into the past. The man remembered his ex-wife.

The arrival of both of Calya's parents a few days ago certainly still troubled her conscience. Calya's existence, unknown to her parents, makes Dirga feel unsettled.

Curiosity about what happened to Calya at this time made Dirga reach for her mobile phone.

Calya's phone number is no longer there, Haira has deleted it. However, Dirga still memorized the series of numbers with certainty.

Slowly ... pressed the buttons on his phone to complete the series of phone numbers, and the call button creates a ring tone that states that the call has been entered.

Elsewhere, Calya's cell phone vibrated. The woman was at work, and had just returned to the pantry after delivering the customer's order.

Feeling the vibration of the flat object in his pants pocket, he grabbed and observed it.

"Dirga ...." Calya hissing.

Calya termangu's. Hearts popping. There was a deep anxiety in his mind. The reason is a question mark of the meaning of the ex-husband's call.

According to him, Dirga would never contact him again. There was no reason for that man to do it. However, Calya put on a curiosity. Surely Dirga has a reason for this.

Calya had intended to pick up the phone. Suddenly, the woman abandoned her intentions. He felt that forgetting Dirga was the goal of his life right now. No need to communicate with him anymore. Calya pressed the reject call button, then deactivated her phone.

Calya exhaled, then put her phone back in her pants pocket, and continued her work.

Meanwhile, Dirga who realized that her call had been rejected, felt something that made her even more worried.

The man seemed to feel something calling his soul to know the news of the ex-wife. An inner bond that connects him with the woman who had accompanied him.

***