I'm Not an Actor

I'm Not an Actor
Knowing everything...



After Yoga expressed her feelings for me, it didn't make her change her attitude towards me. Everything went as usual.


Yoga still makes me joke every time we talk. Still taking me to lunch.


Sometimes they take me home. Because Angga often can't pick me up. With reason out of town.


This afternoon I will go to the religious court. Mas Angga said my divorce papers are ready, and I have to take it myself.


I don't know why he had no intention of asking me to take it. Or is the divorce letter not finished?


I have asked permission from Andi, if I want to go to the religious court this afternoon. Mas Andi can't take me, because he has some business out.


I was getting ready to leave, when Yoga came into my room.


"Where are you going? Working hours are not finished. The break has not started yet" asked Yoga in a joking tone.


"As far as I am. The boss here is my brother. Weekk" I said as I stepped out.


"Eh, Wid. I seriously. Where are you going?" Yoga chasing.


"I have business in the court of religion" I said.


Yoga bengong heard my answer. I forgot that Yoga doesn't know anything about my status.


"Religious court?" ask Yoga.


"Mm.iya. I'm going there. First yes, Ga" said to me, then back up my legs, down the stairs.


"Wait, Wid. I'm interracial!" serami Yoga.


"Do not. I can do it myself, Ga!" my answer.


"I'll just drop off. Waita minute. I took the key to the motor first" said Angga and then entered the room. Because we're on the second floor.


I had to wait for him. Because it's not nice to argue with him here.


Yoga came out of his room wearing his jacket.


"Come" take Yoga.


"What are you doing, Ga?" my many.


"Easy. There's Toni who takes care of it" replied Yoga.


Yoga has its own subordinates. So he can command his subordinate named Toni to help him.


"You got helmet two, Ga?" my many.


"Yes just in case you have to be a private motorcycle taxi driver" said Yoga, whom I welcome with a toyoran to his shoulder.


Yoga took me to the religious court without much question. On the street we just talk as necessary.


I got to the parking lot and I opened my helmet. Yoga followed me inside.


"Sorry, Wid. I want nanya. What business are you doing here?" ask Yoga.


"I...I'm gonna get my divorce papers?" my answer.


Yoga bengong heard my answer. Because I never told him anything about this.


"You...divorced?" I'm nodding.


"Why? Shocked?" my many. Replace Yoga that nods.


"I've been married, Ga. I also have one child. Maybe you've seen the little boy my mother always carries, that's my son" I replied.


Then I went to the section for divorce papers. While waiting for my name to be called, Yoga and I sat in the waiting chair.


"When did you get married?" ask Yoga.


"There haven't been two years, Ga" I replied.


"Oh. I'm sorry I didn't know that yesterday you were still the wife of Wid" said Yoga.


"It's okay, Ga. I apologize for not telling you" I said.


After my queue number was called and I took my divorce, I took Yoga back to the office.


"We'll get lunch first, Wid. All out" take Yoga.


I agree, because I'm also a laper.


We entered a restaurant. Yoga choose a restaurant that has separate saung-saung.


"Ask what?"


"What's the reason you split up? Sorry yes." Yoga feels bad about asking a very personal question.


I let out my breath. Then I told him my household problems first. Without trying to defame my ex-husband.


"He still supports your son?" ask Yoga.


"The economic conditions do not allow for it, Ga. I'm not demanding anything. Just let go of me and my son" I replied.


"Watch him dong?" ask Yoga.


"Well, how else, Ga. Even if you don't have money, what do you want to get out?"


"At least he realized that he had a responsibility" said Yoga, who seemed unwilling to me and my son abandoned by my ex-husband.


"Udah, Ga" I said.


"You have rights. Right to be granted. You as an ex-wife also have the right to be blessed until your idah period is over" said Yoga again.


"I don't want to dispute that, Ga. I just want to live quietly. Although until now it is not also calm" said keceplosan.


"Why not calm?" ask Yoga.


I was confused to answer it myself. It's my fault why I just spoke.


"Later on, Ga. One day I told you" I said.


"I want to know now, Wid. Sorry, because I love you. I don't want to get you in trouble. Maybe I can help you" Yoga said.


"No, Ga. I'm afraid it will affect your work" I said.


"meaning?" tanya Yoga scrunched her forehead.


Finally I also told about my closeness with Mas Angga, our boss.


"Oh. Pantesan yesterday-yesterday he often pick you up" said Yoga.


"We used to date, Ga. Before he was finally forced to marry his current wife."


"Wow. There are also men today who want to be forced into marriage" commented Yoga.


"Everyone has their own reasons for making a decision, Ga. Even though I was devastated by that time, I can't just blame her."


"Because you still love her. Although you try to love others, but when your husband does not give you comfort, you will return to pursue your love" said Yoga.


Yoga can be true. But do I still love Angga mas?


Right now, Angga rarely see me, I never miss him. Even feel happy. It's like having freedom again.


But it was different from when I met Yoga. I always wanted to meet and talk to him every day.


Talking about trivial things. That useless joke. Or just having lunch on the street.


"Come, Ga. I'm not sure if I still love her or not." I sipped my drink.


Yoga laughing.


"Ask your heart, Wid. Do not let you fail again for a second time" said Yoga.


Failed both times? Obviously I don't want to.


"What do I do, Ga?" ask me with stupid.


"I told you. Ask your heart first, Wid. Before you go again" replied Yoga.


How do I ask that? My heart seems to have been covered with goodness mas Angga.


I feel like I owe him. I can't get away from him any more.


"What are your plans after this? After you've officially been widowed?" ask Yoga.


"Mas Angga wants to marry me" I replied slowly.


Yoga was silent for a moment.


"And you want to?" tanya Yoga, her eyes were staring at me. His face changed.


"I haven't answered, Ga. Maybe I'll ask my heart first" replied I who made Yoga smile again.