Husband is Not My Choice

Eps.7 Old Face

I was typing in the living room when Mas Baim came home. The sound of the motor stopped my fingers and led my feet to welcome Mas Baim home.

"Not sleeping yet?" he asked when the door opened and saw my face was still fresh.

Mas Baim saw the living room table filled with a lot of paper. My laptop is still on there.

"It's late, you know. Why haven't you slept? Poor Dimas. It was a kid. If the origin is not fulfilled because the mother mostly stayed up how? You are a mother, you know," said Mas Baim.

He didn't hug me as usual. He did not greet me warmly as usual. He looks very tired tonight. Maybe at work there are obstacles. But why did you just come home at this hour?

"Mas, the smell of your cigarette is still fixed" I said.

"I knew. Go sleep. Don't be too crazy to work" said Mas Baim as he stepped into the bathroom.

Seeing Mas Baim's unfriendly expression as usual, I became aware that he was in trouble. Maybe it's better for now that I don't add any more trouble for him. I'd better do what Mas Baim says.

I immediately tidied up my reference papers and scribbles. I turned off the laptop and went into the room. There, Dimas was fast asleep.

Of course I can't go to sleep seeing Mas Baim that way. I waited for a while, but Mas Baim did not go into the room.

"Dimas, your father why? What do you think, Dim?" I whispered to Dimas. I kissed Dimas' forehead and prepared to go to sleep.

☆☆☆

Baim threw his body on the sofa. I feel too tired today. Not tired from work, but tired from past thoughts.

Baim grabbed his hape and opened social media. He was looking for the name of his ex-wife. Maya Yuriska's.

Looked at photographs of Maya with his distinctive learned style. With a classy caption and background of the atmosphere of the overseas campus.

It feels like just yesterday Baim did not look at the Mayan social media homepage. Since becoming acquainted with Enggar, he decided not to look at Maya's profile in the slightest. Even Baim has also not opened his social media again for fear that Maya's photo suddenly appeared on his phone screen. The photo of Maya that made Baim's heart pound, even to this day.

Maya is her true love. From the past until now. Although he has now tried to bury his love, but once he saw a photo of Maya, Baim's heart rebelled. It felt like everything about Maya had been imprinted in Baim's heart. It has been fused with his soul. Maya, the woman, is the queen in the depths of Baim's heart.

"You broke off our engagement. I thought you'd come back to me. In fact, all this time you never remembered me. What do I mean to you, my Maya?" Baim scrunched his forehead. His eyes were red withstanding the cries. Her eyes are reddened.

"Maybe to you I'm a useless person who hinders your career. I took off to make you free and ran after your dreams. But why did you leave behind a taste I could never forget? Why, Maya. Why are you tormenting me with this feeling? Endless love," said Baim. Her chest feels tight. All the good memories returned to his memory. It was a beautiful memory that made him suffer. Baim massaged his forehead.

☆☆☆

The wall clock in my room pointed to the number two in the morning, when I realized Mas Baim had not yet entered the room.

I blinked my eyes. I saw Dimas still asleep. Slowly I got out of bed. Tied his messy hair, then opened the room door slowly.

I saw Mas Baim sleeping on the small sofa in the living room. He snores. His left hand closed and his right hand almost touched the floor. While his legs crossed over the arm of the sofa. An uncomfortable position.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" lirihku while fixing Mas Baim's sleeping position. Mas Baim wiggled involuntarily. He's still asleep.

I picked up the blanket I had brought from my room. Then I pecked his forehead.

"I'm sorry I couldn't ease your burden, Mas. I'm sorry I didn't know about you. I hope everything goes well" I said.

Mas Baim's face was completely wrinkled. There was a tear at the end of his eye. He fell asleep without taking off his work uniform.

Hape Mas Baim light up. There's an incoming notification. I, who had never touched Mas Baim, moved my heart to touch him.

When I swiped the screen, Mas Baim's phone screen displayed a social media display and was highlighting a profile photo. The owner of the photo is called "Maya Yuriska."

I jerked. I heard that name from my mother-in-law. But never once did I try to figure out what the owner of the name looked like.

Tonight I know everything. I see that face, I know her daily life, I know her education, I know everything. A figure I could never get rid of from Mas Baim's heart. A figure I could never match.

"You won't forget it, Mom. You'll never be able to find a replacement. Even though I have here given birth to your son," I am still sobbing.

I got up and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and I cried among the sounds of running water.

"It turns out this is how heartache feels. It turns out this is how it feels when we know that our life partner still loves others. Apparently like this. Although I knew the consequences a long time ago, even though I still loved Dimas and made the name familiar to my ears, it was still as painful as this. Mas Baim, it turns out I love you, Mas," my sobs.

After crying, I could no longer sleep. I could only write sheets of heartbroken poetry on tissue paper.

The occasional dimas squirms and small cries. But after being patted gently, he fell asleep again. I looked at the shady little Dimas face.

"When you were present among us. The result of the hot nights after the wedding. You're Mas Baim's biological son. But why does Mas Baim still have such a big love for Maya?" my many. "And I no longer expect the Dimas of my past."

☆☆☆

I've finished preparing the sandwich for breakfast. Mas Baim should get ready to go to work immediately. But he did not wake up from his sleep. As a good wife, I approached and woke her up with tenderness.

"Mas, Mas Baim. Let's wake. It's dawn," I wiggled in his ear while shaking his body.

"Em" replied Mas Baim. He just changed his sleeping position.

I repeat again shaking his body. Finally he opened his eyes, blinked, scratched his head, then looked at me who was resting in front of him.

"What time?" ask her with a hoarse voice.

"Fifth hour. Come on get up. Getting ready. Today was breakfast with a sandwich and a glass of milk" I said.

Mas Baim rose. Staggering towards the bathroom.

After bathing and dressing up neatly, Mas Baim walked towards the dining room. On that circular table and those four chairs, I had been waiting for him. We sat face to face. Mas Baim took the sandwich and enjoyed it without saying a word.

I noticed how he ate without blinking a single time.

"What's wrong?" he asked as if nothing had ever happened.

"Wouldn't that be my question for you, Mom?" I asked back.

Mas Baim simply raised his brow next to it while continuing to chew on the sandwich. He also kept looking at me. We looked at each other without any desire to explain anything.

Mas Baim finished his sandwich and drank a glass of milk.

"Thank you" he said, wiping his lips with a tissue.

"Thank you only?" my many. I stood up and bowed. Closer to my face despite our distance from the table.

"Come out" said Mas Baim. "Your face is too far away. I can't kiss you."

I approached Mas Baim who was still sitting in his place. Embrace his neck, I put my face on his face. I kissed her lips softly.

"I don't know what happened to you. And you haven't told me anything last night" I said. I kissed his lips again.

Mas Baim did not reply. He just sighed.

I'm herding. Then he said, "Do you remember that I gave birth to your child? Until when are you gonna keep missing the woman you can never touch?"

I kissed once more and again until Mas Baim replied to him. We kissed long enough. Warm up, burn calories and warm the atmosphere in the morning.

This morning in my heart I promise. I will not let Mas Baim grieve over his past.

☆☆☆Bonnect☆☆☆