
๐ธPov Rajesh๐ธ
Alyssa has indeed gone from our lives. No more jokes. No more cries of Bagas are heard in this house. This house is again quiet as when Alyssa was not present in the middle of us.
The house is only sometimes still crowded by the neighbors who are still in the room asking why our marriage was canceled. I choose to avoid as much as possible. If you are mama, it is difficult to avoid that because most of those who ask are precisely mama scrub washing subscriptions. While dropping off the laundry, they'll ask.
My mother answered as she could. Never exaggerate more than I like. Not covered, not covered. Anyway what it is. Mama is getting busy with her scrub washing activities as if giving me more time to be alone.
Yes,, aloof lamenting self-determination.
Not sad to be left or broke with Alyssa. Because I don't love him. It would have been more sinful if we were married and I lived by constantly deceiving her, pretending to love her. I might as well be a sinful husband because I'm sure I'll never be able to give him an inner living.
I knew I would never be able to do it. Well, thankfully, the guy named Ferry came on time. Alyssa was happy with him anyway. The two people who love each other even though they were separated because of despicable things.
Then me? Hows it? Where will this ship dock? Can this ship return to port? Is there still hope that I and Beautiful can be together again?
It's okay even if she's already someone's wife, I'll wait for her. Even without shame I would even be the third person if he wanted to. But unfortunately it's not possible. My beauty is an honorable woman who is good at maintaining the dignity of her husband and marwah herself as a wife.
I'm too stupid to take off a diamond like it's for a stone like Nadine.
Ah Nadine, where is he now? Is he happy with Gunawan? Honestly this heart can not immediately hate the old man I once called the papa. Even though he hurt me so much, but considering where I came from and his willingness to be my dad, this heart is also broken even though it seems that what he did was not sincere.
Still, this self is grateful to be given the opportunity to feel the affection of a father that I never even got from my biological father.
I never again offended or questioned my mother. Fear of hurting his feelings. For me, a great woman like my mom is enough. He was willing to keep me for nine months without the slightest intention to abort has been a plus for me. Not to mention he was also willing to bet his life when giving birth to me. What does it mean that his error arranged my marriage with Beautiful even though it was originally for a bad purpose.
Back to this confused self,,,,
My day is getting heavy. This heart is longing and regretting. As tight as there was never the slightest gap to decipher.
Beautiful, I love you. I miss you, baby, I miss you,,,
It was regretful that he had never been kind to her before, it was claustrophobic to remember all the rude attitudes and words that came out of these lips,,,, that was,,, I don't want to live anymore to see the fact that I'm no longer married.
Can you still hope this? Can you pray badly for her and her husband? What if this self asks God to separate them??
Clear circles just keep coming without me knowing how much more stock. They just flowed over this face every time I remembered Beautiful. It's so disrespectful!! It makes me look fragile.
My job is starting to not be right. I started to fall asleep and made a few mistakes that made the boss start to be unhappy with my work performance. This is no good. I know that, but I have no power to organize this terrible self.
"Yes ma."
I followed my mom to the floor with the rough carpet we always used to eat. Do not expect a magnificent dining table with delicious dishes.
My eyes were stunned to see what was presented. Just rice and two pieces of thin fried tempeh each were on our plates. Oh yeah, a little salt too and a red chili.
"It's just the way it is, Jesh. What's not, right? Mama's payday from scrub washing has been used to pay for the contract this month. So the temporary mama can only buy this first. Come on, son, eaten."
I feel like I'm being slapped once again by reality. I forgot that this month my salary was cut a lot for some of the mistakes I made. This confused self again takes its toll. Not just a job but a mom.
I can't keep doing this. I have to get up. I don't want if someday my destiny and Beautiful can meet again and my life is still below the poverty line like this.
Enough already!! I was Rajesh Anantara who was once a CEO at a big company. I've had enough of a slump. Time to get up and shine again.
For your sake Lovely dear, dear, Don't until the time comes when God kindly returns you to me and I can only bring you to live in suffering like this dear,,,,,, this,,,,
"Jesh, you don't like the side dish, do you? Sorry mama ya son." both mama's netra wet because of my act that even daydreaming.
"No, no ma. Rajesh just arrived to have a new idea to develop a small business but his own. Let's start with tempe. Rajesh wants to make various preparations from tempe. Later Rajesh will market to Rajesh's old friend who opens a restaurant or shop. Rajesh is convinced that with the provision of marketing and gourmet practices that Rajesh learned, Rajesh is able to bring us out of this suffering ma. It's time for my mom to rest. Let Rajesh move." I said confidently.
"Are you sure, son?" the two mama's netra were no longer able to stem the tears, all spilled.
"Just pray Rajesh ya ma." I hold your fingers warmly.
Mama nodded her ass and remained teary-eyed. We drowned in the atmosphere of haru for a moment because of tempe.
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