Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)

Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)
Leaving you Happy



His hands moved, touching the window. It looks like a bigger urban scene. The place he had long left behind, precisely after his parents separated. The big city where the bus stops.


Frea's eyes look puffy, still wearing long clothes that have not been replaced. It was too painful to see that face again, the face that filled his happiness for almost 5 years.


Her tears that had dried up were flowing again. As long as he smiled happily was enough. As long as the only young man who loved him wholeheartedly was happy, that was enough.


He will be nothing, can release everything, like releasing both parents happy.


The bustle of the bus terminal was visible, with an expressionless face, the girl approached the public restroom. Started washing himself by teasing his clothes there. I wanted to scream to endure this pain, but he felt like he was exhausted.


His steps came to a halt, loosening his head gazing towards the sky, a cloudy sky was seen. Without the slightest drop of rain falling, Vincent, I love you... Stay happy and smile. I'm this silly one, still love you, stupid aren't I? I give my blessing...


A drizzle of rain began to fall, as if accompanying the feeling of his claustrophobic heart. Quietly sheathed everything, in tears.


***


Lydia's hand tightened after meeting the suplayer. Want to return to witness the harmony of young couples. However, something bad was witnessed. His son touched another woman's body, unaware of her lover's whereabouts.


Lidia's tears flowed, closing her laptop. Walk quickly, until you slip. Do not want Frea who has been considered as her own child to feel pain.


The daughter who came to apply for a job to him 6 years ago, with a gloomy face. The daughter who has now begun to rise, because of the love of her son. Must witness betrayal? Not ridiculous.


Brakes...


The door was opened rough...


"Mother?" Vincent was stunned, immediately threw away his safety device, tidied up his clothes, stopped the hot thing he was doing. Meanwhile, Dona just lowered her head in silence, buttoning her work shirt.


Lydia did not care about her son, one by one the toilet rooms were opened. Until it looks one of the rooms with a beautiful cake lying on the floor.


Lydia was stunned, full of pity, glancing at the open air vents. Can guess how awkward the boy was to get out. To climb the ventilation.


"I.mom, I'm sorry don't tell Frea," just one sentence came out of Vincent's mouth watching his stunned mother keep quiet.


"Tante, I'm pregnant, Vincent." said Dona interjected, continuing her earlier words.


Vincent was silent for a moment, "I'm not going to take responsibility. We always use safety!! And..."


"And what?" Lydia stared cynically at her son, picking up the cake in the toilet room."Finish your business first, after that, go to mom's room" she continued. Leaving the room, carrying the cake with limp steps.


***


"Vincent me.." Dona's words stopped.


"My child? You think I'm stupid? Even if you say you don't take contraceptive drugs. But every time I do it I always wear safety!! Like tonight," he stared intently, pointing towards the trash. His place threw away the rest of the safety equipment he had deliberately brought, because of what they did this afternoon.


Do not want to be banged up and end up entangled with women, who are given material by him only to spill his desires. Waiting for her marriage to the girl she was well-maintained.


"I'm..." Dona shed her tears, had no defense.


"I what!? You know we're just having fun. We haven't started in two weeks and you're pregnant? Who's gonna believe it?" Vincent stared hard.


"You love me, don't you?" that woman's holding Vincent's hand."The child in my womb, is not your child. Son of my ex-lover. Sorry, please marry me..."


Plaque...


"Don't be too confident, want to replace Frea." he said slapping Dona's face. Leaving the woman who had only been working for a month at her mother's restaurant, the woman who was now sitting on the floor crying sobbed.


***


Vincent stepped up slowly, already guessing about his mother's anger. But everything has to be dealt with, right? At least begged his mother not to complain to her lover.


"Mother.." she said opening the door to Lydia's room.


"Your business is done!?" he asked, leaning his tired body on the swivel chair.


Vincent just looked down silently, staring at his mother.


"Meet Frea, apologize sincerely. If she decides to split, respect her decision." said Lydia, looking pity at the beautiful cake on her desk.


The young man was stunned, clenching his hands, Split? Why should we split up? Just hiding reality then not repeating the same mistakes again is enough...


"Mother!!" he looked at his mother, not wanting to part with the lover he truly loved. The girl who adorns her 5 year days.


"What if I see this, Frea can forgive you?" tanyanya, showing the recording on her laptop. The footage where her boyfriend smiled, putting the camera down. Wearing costumes to scare him. Complete with a birthday cake in her hand. Entering one of the toilet rooms.


Vincent is stunned in silence, watching himself begin to fondle the woman he only used for fun. He foolishly did not realize his lover was hiding. Maybe the girl held back her crying voice.


His hands clenched, dripping with tears, bowed full of guilt. It was as if knowing how painful her lover felt.


"I'll meet him." he said, walking quickly out of Lydia's room.


Regretted? Of course, the wounds he had inflicted were too deep. "Do I have fun if I can only hurt you? Sorry, Frea," he muttered still running towards his lover's residence.


For a moment, his steps stopped, "Dek Vincent didn't buy bakpaos for his girlfriend?" ask an old bakpao seller, their subscription.


Vincent turned around, remembering his lover who would stop sulking if bought a snack, "Pak packs all the flavors.." he said thrusting a hundred thousand dollars.


"Sir, I have no change" said the bakpao merchant, whose bakpao had not been sold.


Vincent shed his tears, then smiled, "For you, pray my girlfriend will forgive me" he said.


The bakpao merchant nodded with a smile, "Frea, that's fine. It's impossible not to forgive Vincent..."


"Hopefully," Vincent tried to smile, wiping away his tears. Walked doubtfully near the place of her lover's boarding house.


His hands were trembling,"Frea.." call him, knock on the door.


"Frea don't be angry for too long" Vincent knocked again, his eyes reddened, his tears flowing. For the first time he did not get an answer from his girlfriend.


The young man sat on the floor, leaning his back against the tightly closed door, "Frea, I brought him a bakpao, we eat together huh? Please open the door, it will be cold" he said sobbing, with a trembling voice.


"Frea.." call him back without getting an answer.


Sick? If I knew it would hurt, I shouldn't have sought any other pleasure. Waiting for you patiently, maybe today we will sit down, enjoy the cake you made together...


His phone suddenly rang, a message came in from his lover.


'Thank you for loving me all this time. Take good care of your children, use the ring I put in the cake to get married. As my blessing to you,'


'Frea'


Vincent's fingers were shaking, trying to dial back his girlfriend's number, at least explaining Dona's pregnancy. But there was no result, the number was no longer active.


"Vincent?" neighbor Frea's boarding house is out.


The young man eased his head, staring at a woman standing before him.


"Frea wants to move? Just go get a big suitcase. Keep dropping the room key, ask to be returned to the host." he asked not to understand.


"Where did Frea say she was going?" Vincent is hopeful. However, the woman shook her head.


"May I have Frea's room key?" tanyanya hopes to find information about the whereabouts of her lover.


The woman reached into her pocket, took the key and handed it to Vincent.


"Thank you..." Vincent grabs her open the door of the room in front of him. Then closing it, his hand searched all over the place hoping to find a clue. Occasionally wiping away tears that obscured his vision.


The drawers, even the wardrobe, were all empty with no contents. Not leaving a trace for him.


A packet of bakpao that began to cool down was still in his hand. Laying his body on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the 3x3-meter room that two years occupied by his lover. The soft aroma that is not so fragrant is still smelled from the bed linen, the scent of lotion that Frea always uses.


The lover he always wooed, the girl who made him laugh happily. Stop sulking with simple things.


"Frea.." he yelled, shedding his emotions and sense of loss.


Vincent began to sit on the edge of the bed, opening the bakpao he was carrying. Then take one of them. His tears flowed, his fingers splitting the bakpao into two parts.


Eat one of the pieces, while crying. Putting the other one next to her, waiting, hoping Frea would come home and eat it. Wishing the girl a loving smile as usual.


***


Early in the morning, Vincent entered the house with a shunt step. All the memories still flashed, their laughter and jokes. Beautiful isn't? However, everything had already disappeared, Vincent walked towards his room.


"Frea forgave you?" ask Lydia to her only son.


Vincent shook his head, his eyes reddened, again wiping away his tears that were about to drip.


"We eat cake?" said Lydia forced herself to smile, staring pity at her son.


Bribes by mouth went into his mouth. The cake he made Frea to propose to him. Until a pair of red thread-bound rings were found in the layer of blueberry jam, in between which holds two sponge cakes together.


A pair of rings that are still dirty wrapped in cake and jam.


"Frea wants to propose to you, she's stupid, isn't she? The ring was bought with her own savings." said Lydia bowed, she shed her tears."I've taken her like my own mother's daughter,"


"Sorry..." Vincent clasped Lidia's fingers, staring at the pair of rings bound by the red thread.


"I'm going to look for it, it's going to come back the way it used to be." she continued, trying to smile.


Seriate