I'm Not a Wingless Angel

AGAIN - MEET AGAIN

*

I came back here, again admiring the luxurious house with its contents. Still the same decor, only the paint has been refreshed.

" Sitting On... Here." Mama pulled my hand slowly to sit nearby and I complied.

" Mama's sorry, honey. This is the first thing you want to tell you, mama and Dimas realized too late at that time. We love your children, but our hatred of his father blinded our hearts, forgive us Di..." Mama opened the story first.

" You're not supposed to go, baby, it hurts a lot of hearts. We can talk, you're a mama's boy, Dimas too, we're a dear family.." mama continued.

" Yes ma, Di also apologized. But the happiness of children is the happiness of. He will never allow anyone to hurt them." I said firmly.

" Yes, baby, I understand, but anyone can make mistakes. Communication, that's the key... Once again my mother apologized to me... Forgive Dimas too."

I immediately remembered the incident in the market earlier as soon as his name was mentioned.

**

Dimpled

I stepped inside the house, past a motorbike parked right in front of the stairs. The longer my mama gets weird, I thought. Yesterday came home in a rickshaw, now on a motorbike. I went back to grab my hair as I kept walking in, the pain in my head was like a jelangkung, came uninvited, came home un-delivered.

Hmmm, right, it's stressful.my mama was sitting wearing a beach hat in the house with a hijab woman who turned her back on me. Mama's face turned pale to see my arrival, her friend was like hiding my face, their gesture made me curious.

" You've already come home Dim.." Mama stood up and walked over to me. His face still looks strange.

" Yes" I replied short.

Mama's friend immediately lowered his head and covered his nose and mouth with his hands as soon as I passed him, getting weird. I'm getting curious about that behavior. Suddenly my gaze fell on the back of the right hand he was wearing to cover half his face. My chest immediately rumbled, my blood was flowing profusely, my headache instantly disappeared. " You are here Di.." I said in my heart.

I walked back to the porch and asked the driver to get my car ready, then I went back into the living room, walked up to him who was still sitting down.

" We need to talk to Di, please come with me." I said slowly. He rubbed his face violently and shook his head.

" I beg you Di, I don't want to force you with violence." I threatened. He immediately stood up against me, staring intently at my eyes, but my eyes immediately fell on his lips. Still like old times, I still remember what it was like.

" You have no right to threaten me Dimas!" he said in a loud voice

" You mustn't oppose your husband, either. I'm still your husband, have you forgotten?" askaku.

" Ma, I'll go first." I continued

" Dimas, please.." mama begs. I smiled at him.

" Mommy also knows what I'm going to do, please let me ma." I said quietly. He finally gave up.

" Come Di, I don't want to forcefully pull you to come with me. But if you refuse, I'm gonna have to."

I walked out of the house and got into the car, followed me from behind and finally got in too. I told my driver where we were going, so my car drove to my destination in a relaxed manner.

***

" How are the children?" I asked quietly without taking my eyes off the window beside me.

" They're happy." cut me quick.

" Where have you been all this time?" ask me again

" Jakarta" he replied shortly

I leaned my head that was getting sicker, grabbed my hair while closing my eyes.

" I'm sorry Di... I still love you." I said without opening my eyes, trying to neutralize the pain in my head.

****

Fetish

I looked at him quickly, he said he still loved me, but only a few hours ago he was hugging another woman. " What are your plans Dimas?" I shouted in my heart.

I watched him do a new hobby, from earlier he was busy pulling his hair. His face was a bit pale, occasionally stopping to grab and then biting his lower lip, like a person who was enduring pain. I tried not to care and threw my eyes out the window beside me, trying to ignore what he was doing.

" Hello ma."

I returned my sight, now he's calling while still pulling his hair.

" Yes, Dimas would like to ask permission to bring mom in a few days yes ma. We have to talk" he said later.

She must be calling my mom, guess me.

" Yes ma, Dimas promised" he said again, "what promise? " i thought

" Yes ma, Dimas drop the children ya ma... Thank you ma." He closed his conversation on the phone and continued his jamming activities while closing his eyes.

*****

Dimas got off the car as soon as the car stopped,

" you wait there" he said, walking to my side and opening the car door for me and holding out one hand, something he never missed. But at this time, I did not welcome his helping hand, I got down from the car without holding his hand and walked straight into the house.

Upon arrival at home, I was greeted by Uni Rahmi. We talked for a long time while Dimas went straight into the room. I walked side by side with Uni Rahmi to the kitchen, then accompanied her to cooking.

After I finished cooking, I walked into the same room that Dimas had entered. I heard a groan as soon as I was inside. Dimas lay curled up against the wall and grabbed his head with both hands. I'm more and more convinced that he's enduring the pain. I walked closer and climbed on the bed slowly.

" Dim.." call me slow, he doesn't answer just the moans that are heard. I moved closer to her, touched her body and forced her to turn around towards me. His face was very pale, wet

" You why Dim?" ask me for worry

" My head hurts so much yank" he said slowly.

I quickly got out of bed and called Uni Rahmi, asked her to call the doctor, then came back with a glass of warm water. I went back to the room, put the glass on the small table beside the bed, lifted Dimas's head slowly and took the glass.

" Drink yes Dim.." I said slowly, I could not bear to see his face withstanding the pain. He nodded slowly and drank the water I brought earlier.

Dimas turned his head away after feeling enough, I put the glass back in its place and laid Dimas's head on my lap. I lowered both hands from the head and grabbed her hair so that the pain would decrease. He looked calm, but his eyes were still closed, his face was still pale. After a while, uni Rahmi went into the room with a doctor. I asked the doctor to check on Dimas without waking him. The doctor gave me a prescription note after he checked Dimas, I asked the driver to redeem Dimas' medication while driving the doctor back to his house.