Honey Choice in-law

CHAPTER 5

Late at night, these eyes refuse to close. Pacing on the side of the bed. Anxious to think about what my man was doing with his honey in the hotel there. This heart feels pain, heat, chest tightness.

Tired pacing back and forth, I sat on the edge of the bed. I looked at our wedding photo a few years ago, which was neatly displayed on the side of the wall of this guest room. I was back to that happy time. After that day, I felt like I was the happiest and luckiest woman in the world.  Didn't expect it to arrive at such a hard time as it is now.

We agreed to uphold loyalty. But what is power, destiny says otherwise. We can only resignedly swallow the reality whether it is sweet or even as bitter as bile. I just believe that everything that happens now, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow will have a silver lining.

Throat feels dry. Thirsty. I wiped the tears from when it flooded this cheek. Then, go to the kitchen to get a drink. My steps came to a halt at the doorway that connects the living room and the kitchen.

In the kitchen there was a mother-in-law who was also taking a drink while calling in a half-whispering tone, but I was still able to capture the conversation clearly from where I was standing now. I heard you say Nadia's name.

“Nadia, mama has the medicine in your bag. You put that medicine in your husband's drink. Guaranteed afterwards he will not refuse to do his duty to you.”

I shut my gaping mouth. It is certain that tonight my man will no longer be able to escape from fulfilling his obligations to Nadia. Isn't that great, and that's exactly what I was hoping for. Why can't the heart compromise. So hurt.

“What are you doing there?” sentak Mama's.

I was aghast and as fast as lightning wiped the tears on my cheeks. “Eum, want to grab a drink too, Ma.”

“Oh,” replied Mama briefly as she passed from before me.

I stepped up and sat on the dining room chair. Continuing the crying that had paused. O Lord, will You not burden a servant without his capacity, but why does this feel so heavy.

I drowned my face in between arms folded over the dining table. Tonight I want to cry. Who knows with so the burden on the heart is slightly reduced weight.

***

“Ma, Mom!”

I opened my eyes slowly and looked for the owner of the voice. “Eh, Baby. Why are you awake? Need something, huh?”

My little girl did not respond to her eyebrows. He looks confused. “Mama from last night sleeping here?”

Now it's my turn to be confused. I'm looking around. All the lights are off. Ah, it's morning already. I fell asleep at the dinner table apparently from last night.

“Iya, Darling. Looks like mama overslept here.”

“Hmm. Where's Papa, Ma?” My little girl was sitting in the next chair.

“Papa again have a need. So, last night go.” Nilam responded with a murmur as if he understood. So I decided to take a shower first.

***

Then stop by the city park intending to calm down amid the beauty of a variety of colorful flowers. Butterflies and beetles are flying here and there from one flower to another that is blooming. Is beautiful.

I'm not alone in this park. There were other visitors passing by. But, still I feel lonely.

My gaze was fixed on the lovebirds who were sitting together so affectionately. In the seat to my right. Envy is in this heart. Again, I thought of my husband.

The situation in the park is getting annoying I think. The whole thing seemed to be mocking itself. Not only visitors who make out, but butterflies and beetles also fly increasingly here to chase each other. Romantically. Me? Depressing.

From this heart it gets hotter. I decided to just go home.

***

Arriving in front of the house, I was stunned for a moment when I saw my husband's car was parked neatly there. I shook my head at the raging taste in the chest. Then back to the steps. Arriving at the terrace again stop. I don't know, it feels so lazy to go inside.

“Darling, you've finished nilam nganterin, huh?” asked my man who suddenly popped out of the house. I just responded with a bitter smile.

“Kangen tau!” abugn. And then hugged this self. I tried to let go of her embrace. I don't know, it feels weird. Disgustedly. At the thought of what he had done with Nadia last night.

“Why you? You don't miss me?” tanyanya when her embrace I managed to let go.

“Eum, really, home, Mas?” as I divert the conversation.

“Yes, what do you want to linger in the hotel. Uninspiring. If you are the same, maybe yes, I will feel at home for a long time there.”

Bulsits! This heart used to flower every time it heard the flutter. Now it feels different.

“Eum, I'm tired. I want to rest first, yes, Mas.” I passed by leaving him still unmoved on the porch. Maybe he noticed my change in attitude. Sorry, Mas. It took me a while to accept this reality. It wasn't as easy as I had imagined.

My steps came to a halt at the connecting doorway between the living room and the living room. This heart feels hot when you see Mama and Nadia talking warmly. It is much different than when I talk to me. Tight and cold.

“Where did last night succeed ‘kan?” ask Mama enthusiastically. Nadia cheeks meet her head in holding a smile. Seconds later nodded shyly. Mama girang is not a braid. Nadia thank you. Next they embrace full of happiness.

Me?

Crushed melting.

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