I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

MY FIRST MEETING WITH YOU

I read Ranti's message, though,

Tomorrow is our 4th birthday. If you can and have time, come to our place. I'm going to shareloc.

I'm pensive. Yep. I forgot my son's birthday, Orange. My son is only an orange. Somehow for the business that should be important, I just forgot about it. Surely Ranti was disappointed with my attitude that seemed indifferent. Especially in the orange, the fruit of our love.

Maybe because as a child I didn't think too much about the little things even though they were important in someone's life. Even all my life I never remember my birthday.

Sorry, Ranti! I who have many shortcomings can only regret and lament, how my nature has been formed and difficult to change even if only to make you happy.

I no longer work in screen printing with Mul and Jabrik. I am just a seconded day laborer.

I gave my 200 ribu money this week's work to Jabrik. I still want to be with that young man. He enlightened me with the pain of my heart considering my household's unclear direction of purpose.

"Factory! Brother can still stay with you? But today you need all day. Want to go to the wife and brother's children in Bojong Gede."

"Kapanpun brother here. My rented door is open to my brother!"

"Thank you, Jabrik!"

I leave with full of prayers. This was our first meeting. Hope everything goes well and there are no obstacles.

The Bogor electric train feels slow for me who already want to meet Ranti and hug Jingga.

I got off at Bojong Gede station. Like Ranti's direction, the housing is not so far from Bojong station. I have no trouble finding him.

A beautiful house made me stop my steps. A little girl dressed in gorgeous dres is running around cheerfully chasing a kitten.

I came the day before her birthday tomorrow. Besides I no longer work, I miss them too.

I called Ranti and told her I was in front of her house. Ranti was standing in front of the door. Still with the phone on his lips and ears. Just shut up, but his eyes were glazed. He seemed to be trying to restrain his melancholy self.

"Orang! It's papa!" screech on the Orange.

I shed my tears and immediately wiped them away while expanding my two hands and my smile.

Orange looks a bit confused responding to my embrace. He looked at me with his face. My girl is getting bigger and more beautiful. I peeked his cheeks slowly with sullen eyes.

Aagh..the cry of me! I miss you guys so much. Two years didn't meet you like hundreds of years. You all look fine. Thank God, you take my wife's child with great affection.

I just realized, Ranti is very beautiful with her hijab. O Allah, it is foolishness to cover me for wasting such a pious woman as you. My tears spilled unbearably in memory of my past foolishness.

"Isn't he? Mamah said, papa work on a plane?" the words of Orange made me smile and fall even more in sorrow.

"That papah doesn't live with us. Yes khan pah?" again full of innocence. How clever my son is! Yes Allaah!!... I held the orange in my arms again.

Ranti just smiled looking at my drama and Orange. He let me into his house.

This house is really Ranti. A clean and sweet house according to Ranti's taste. White paint with very good lighting to look shiny even though the furniture is simple.

"Sorry, mom! Old house and car I sold without your permission. But your Harley's still I keep at times you want to pick it up."

"Ga what Ranti. That's your full right. I'm just embarrassed that you could manage all your assets and start a better life without me. You're a very good woman."

"How's Vika doing? You guys still with khan?" the question seemed to divert my words that seemed to seduce him.

I can't answer the question. My eyes only looked blankly ahead and a big smile so that Ranti could judge him in response.

"I sincerely always pray for happiness for both of you. Hope your relationship can reach security. Oiya, your important papers I keep. Hold on, mas.I'll take it!"

Ranti handed me a small suitcase of mine first.

"Take a look, I'm afraid that someone might be affected by moving house first!" I obey. Check one by one. My diplomas, Harley motor ownership papers, Letters of Deposit, BPJS cards and Jamsostekku cards and other documents complete all. The last two of our marriage books.

"Mas! Earlier I apologized, I cannot give you happiness as long as I am your wife. For that, I beg you to divorce me well. You can start a new life with Vika. In the hope that she can be your proud wife. You can also marry religiously and legally with Vika. I won't hold you back let alone trouble your life, ma'am! Let's close our sheets, without seeing who's wrong and who's right!"

I stared at Ranti blankly. My entire spirit seemed to float flying with Ranti's love that passed as fast as lightning.

"Replace!"

"I just want to see you happy, mom!"

"You really want us to be apart?"

I just looked down. I was too evil to ask Ranti to stay by my side. Moreover, I also cannot promise to release Vika because at this time Vika also promised me to be together after her return to work in Singapore.

I'm too greedy and selfish to ask him to stay put while Vika hasn't let go. Will these two women be able to stand on my right side like my delusion. I am too happy and arrogant if my attitude continues like that. Currently Ranti was not able to kunafkahi because she did not have a permanent job.

"Alright, Ranti! I'll take care of everything immediately without having to make you tired of going back and forth courts and hearings. I'll get you those documents soon."

Ranti was silent and did not answer. He just looked down and smiled a little.

"Maybe it's just that our soul mate, mas! Forgive me for all my mistakes and shortcomings, my mother!"

"I'm the one who should apologize to you, Ranti! I haven't been able to make you happy yet but it's always made you cry throughout our household. Sorry Ranti! I'm sorry!"

We both fell silent in a daydream. My body feels weak and powerless.

"Ranti..., may I withdraw our deposit money for my business capital?"

"That's your right! You can also take your bike. I already have a home and car sales money for my online boutique venture capital."

"Motor let's stay here for a while. But the deposit money I only want half of it. Half for your grip and orange. My divorce papers take care of everything. How's it?"

"Whatever, mom! I'll just come with you!"

Ranti's last words made me regret all my steps first. How foolish I am to let go of such a good woman who always obeyed my words as her husband for an uncertain love. Hhh.... You are a man, stupid Dika!

I promise I'll be back tomorrow for the orange birthday party. While bringing some of my deposit money as my promise earlier to Ranti.

My feet feel heavy. Now everything has passed from my life. The sweetness of Ranti's love and attention that used to be just a memory for me. I'm no longer the mighty husband I used to be. Nor is a father on standby with his manly attitude guarding his beloved wife and son's 24 hours.

I really am an outcast. It turned out to be so great Ranti in my life. Even at the time of my destruction, Ranti was still able to keep me from my sinking increasingly rough. She is a woman who is good at calculating her finances. He still makes me able to walk though creeping and face life with money as he has prepared.

I went straight to the bank. Liquefying all my deposits and also looking for a lawyer who can take care of my divorce with Ranti immediately. I ask them to take care without trial because this divorce we have agreed to together without any disputes let alone property gono-gini.

I also stopped by the clothing store to buy her a gift tomorrow on her birthday.

Bought some clothes stels for me as well as some shirts and shirts because of Jabrik and Mulyadi.

I was really falling. But my common sense must go on seeing how many more people suffer than I do.

Jabrik was surprised to see my arrival with a lot of luggage. He also looks so happy to receive gifts of shirts and shirts from me.

"Any legacy, bang?"

"Call Mul, let him come here, Brik! Sorry, you just bought the same shirt. If you buy pants afraid of the wrong size."

"That's a big thank you, bang!"

Mulyadi came with a sumringah. Her eyes sparkled happily with the gift I gave her.

"Celana buy it yourself, the money is 300 thousand. Enough khan?" he said he replied to screeches Jabrik and Mulyadi.

"Start, halt! Lu abis robbed ye bang?" cutting Mul makes me laugh.

"Suke! It's halal money. My hard work all this time. Don't fear!"

"Hahahaha.sori! Just a doang!"

"Tomorrow my son's birthday. Here I ask cerei.gue dapet money treasure gono-gini nih.makanya so rich!"

"Gue was confused, giving a word. Want to make a sad ye? Birthday boy, bini ask cere'...Well, confused about jadinye!"

"You don't need to be confused, I'm not confused. Why must you be confused, Mul!" Mulyadi laughed embarrassedly.

"Iye too.but I'm sorry ama lu bang!"

"You're concerned, find me a bigger hire. If you can like that shophouse semacem! I want to open a business. The issue of divorce is what it is, it's my fate. The important thing is I have to be as passionate as you guys."

"Siiip.that's right!" jabrik said it made me and Mul laugh. That narrow room witnessed my awakening with the youthful spirit of these two children. They alone can enjoy all the burdens of his life, why not me. I'm not a bad guy who has no money and has to beg people.

I should be able to get up. The spirit of starting a new life. For the happiness of my life.

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