Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story
Season 1 (Last Time and the Beginning of My Story)
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...This is my first work. Please be aware, yes, if there are many shortcomings, typo, and so on. And certainly not as hot as the story in season 2 and season 3....
When I was twelve, my mother told me about my father's departure, that my father left for no apparent reason after a little quarrel between them - a quarrel started by my own father. He has since left and never returned.
A hundred days later, he showed up and showed me his nose, and he brought a woman home to his parents. My father was a lawyer, and the woman he brought was his former client in a divorce case. Somehow they even cheated on my mother. There may be a kind of love of location between them - a forbidden love between two human children, love from the wrong point of view, which is unjustified by common sense. That fact is the answer to a question I've been waiting for for years, a truth that everyone has kept hidden from me.
But whatever the reason for my father's departure, whatever the reason for the separation between my father and my mother - that wasn't the main problem for me. Because the main problem for me is: my father has abandoned me, he abandoned me, and let me grow up without a father. There was no reason to make me understand about it, and there was no reason for me to forgive him and not hate him.
I still vividly remember the first moments I learned of that painful story, the story of who my father was and what my father's true character was. Back then, at my birthday party, during my vacation in the seventh grade, I told my mom that I wasn't going to celebrate the birthday before she told me why my dad left?
Yep, at that time I felt that I was old enough to know the real story. I was ready even though I knew maybe my heart would hurt a lot afterwards. After all, everything in this world is a form of causation between one thing and another, right?
Well, the chocolate-covered birthday cake, inscribed with Inara's Happy Birthday greeting, and fitted with its lit candle - - was neatly arranged on the table with a cut knife and small plates. All of that I just stared at. After I left, I left the party room and decided to go into the room, my mother followed and persuaded me not to be childish. Strange, at that time I was a child, it was only natural that I was childish. And if not so - until when will I wonder --why did my father leave?
Finally my mother relented, she told me the plagues. He said that when I was not even a year old - he accidentally opened a message written by someone for my father, and he read it. The message was from a woman named Yanti, a widow of two children. In his message he said that he was hurt because my father always put his first family first, while he was always numbered duakan, he said that he was only a serial wife. At that time it was clear that my mother was trying hard and strong to uncover her bitter story. His voice sounded trembling, of course he felt pain in his throat.
"Your father denies. He said that maybe Yanti just mis-sent a message or intended to slander him to destroy our household. Your mother and father were almost divorced. But, for your sake, son, Mother forgives your father's mistakes. Mother thought, maybe our household can still be repaired, but in fact it is impossible. It can't be."
My mother was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and started the story again.
"A week after Eid, you were not two years old at the time, and your sister was only four months and two weeks old, she was a small baby, still a baby who fell asleep very fast. At that time your father came home angry just because of the problems that occurred when you were a baby. Mother does not know, why suddenly he brought up the problem that has passed a year and a half, which is finished, it seems like just an alibi. After that, your father left the house. He never came home, nor did he ever give any news. Until a hundred days after she left, Mother heard the news that your father brought home a woman named Rhea. He told people that we were divorced, had fallen out of favour, he said. But it's okay, Mother can accept all that. Which makes Mother upset with herself -- why did Mother not know the affair from the beginning? In fact, Mother has long known the existence of Rhea. He was a client of your father's. Your father helped Rhea get divorced with her husband. Somehow the story goes, they even got in touch after Rhea officially bore her status as a widow. But your father's family denies it and says it's all a lie, bullshit" he said."
After those words, my mother began to cry. But maybe because it was already, my mother continued the story.
"It's not just that. Previously, when Mommy gave birth to your sister, Ihsan, four days Mother in the hospital after giving birth by cesarean, your father always left, he just returned to the hospital at night. That time there was only an appointment who took care of Mother. Your dad said he was busy. But after we separated, Mommy found out that your father was busy with Rhea at another hospital. They take care of their sick family. At that time Mother felt very stupid, because they managed to fool Mother. Since then, Mommy never again thinks of the Mother's household with your father. Mother accepts defeat, Mother accepts fate. At last... Mother became a widow because Mother's husband was captured by another widow. The status of Mother was a widow with two children, who were always viewed cynically by neighbors, who were used as gossip, also felt embarrassed in front of all families. But Mother can what? Exhausted, that's all."
Yeah, my mom said as she wiped the tears, and it happened because of me - I forced her to tell stories.
And, outside the room, my sister, Ihsan, who was one and a half years younger than me - - heard all those bitter stories. She came into my room crying and hugged our mother. "Ihsan promised, Ihsan will make Mommy happy. You don't have to cry because of that person" she said.
Really, I did not expect, at the age of my sister who was only ten years and six months old, she was younger than me, but she could understand and behave as wise as that. Maybe that's the reason why God left him to my mother, he became a "knight" - a complement to our family that is not whole, although in fact it will never be whole to me.
I approached. "I'm sorry Nara, Bund," I said. "Nara promised, Nara won't discuss this anymore." Then I hugged my mother and sister warmly.
"That separation is an adult matter, a matter between Mother and your father, not a matter for both of you. So.. You must not hate him, especially if you are vengeful. Can't do. You two are good kids" he told me and my sister. "Promise Mother, your heart must not hate her, yes?"
My sister and I just stared at each other, didn't agree, didn't promise, didn't argue. I didn't know what my sister was thinking, but I remembered and knew exactly how my heart was - I couldn't possibly not hate her for what she had done. He abandoned me, abandoned me, and let me grow up without a father. What he did was EVIL!
Since childhood I lost the man who should have been the guide in my life, who should have clasped my hand every time I fell, but he was the main cause of the chaos in my life. That is an undeniable reality and I cannot forget it.
"Here, we wipe away the tears, then we go out, we start the party" said my mother who began to calm down.
We went out of my room, back to the party room decorated with beautiful flowers and colorful balloons. We started my twelfth birthday party, the eleventh time without a father figure that from that day on I no longer missed. I started to hate him - - I hated him.
