I'm Sorry to Throw You Out

Love Seasoning

...🌸POV Zoya🌸's...

Rodie,, uh,,,

I hope you're okay and happy with that woman and your son, it's okay if you walk away from me this way. It's okay if you make me shackled in status like this. But I'm sorry Rodie, I can't wait. I'm tired like this. Don't I deserve to be happy too? One more thing, I also have to make my mother and sister Del not to continue to grieve over my fate. Therefore, allow me to start a new chapter of my life,, you,,,

I closed my marriage book with a picture of me and Rodie, and I put it back in a folder with my divorce papers prepared by my family's lawyer. Divorce papers have also been signed.

Huftttt,, it doesn't feel any different from what it was before, like it's a repeat of what happened some time ago when I signed the same kind of letter but to Rajesh,,,,,, uh,,,

But the same taste this time made the tightness that I felt in the chest slowly decompose. I should have done this long ago without waiting for Rodie, but whatever the power, as a woman with the status of a wife sometimes it goes awry. Buru hastily sued for divorce later that there was even said to be an itch, but even as a woman, I need clarity.

Never mind,,,

I hope this decision is right. May after this destiny of self and true soul mate of this self come soon. I believe in YOU, Rabb. All these tests and trials will only bring the servant anchored to the dock of happiness.

I hand over the map and its contents to Mr. Arya as my family lawyer. He still works for us because in addition to his promise to Wardoyo's late grandfather, we certainly don't give him a bad salary.

"Is that Miss Zoya?" my family's lawyer made sure I signed the letter.

"It was father Arya. Thank ye. Sorry to bother you with the same thing" I said, who was embarrassed.

"It's okay. His name is the path of destiny and soul mate. We never know. It is not our power as human beings" he replied wisely.

And I just smiled. Who is happy with this kind of thing. Divorce is heavy. The moral burden is heavy. The trauma is also profound. But I still have to smile. Wh why?? Because if I continue to show sad behavior or something, then it will only bring sadness to my family.

I have to be tough,,,, I,,,

"Then excuse me Miss Zoya and Ms. Karin," our lawyer said to me and the mother who had been sitting next to me.

"Heart of Arya sir. Thank you for your loyalty to us all along." mama sounded polite as usual.

The woman I love and admire the most is getting older. Naturally,, besides his age is no longer young, he must also bear a heavy soul burden considering I am still like this. That must be one of the factors increasing wrinkles on his forehead.

Sorry Zoya ya ma, still make mama sad.

I took a deep breath so that more oxygen entered my lungs and brain. Let yourself no longer look so sad.

That's why Zo,, move on.

There is nothing wrong this time to follow the whisper. It is enough to shut down and restrict this self from the outside world. It is quite torturous that has been waiting for so long and shows good changes as time goes on. It's time to acknowledge, speak out and be honest with the world that I still love Rajesh.

Mas Rajesh,,, the,,,

These lips reflect a curvy smile considering our lunch appointment later. I invited him to come to my house. Lunch with my family. And the menu, of course, I'll cook it myself. I miss cooking for her.

Well, even though it used to be touched or tasted it was not. There are only denounced and reproached. But never mind, don't remember that again. However it happened naturally because there was never a sense in him for me. Now, I can feel his love for me. Hopefully, these assumptions and feelings are not wrong, Rabb,,,

"Ma, Zoya, cook it first."

"Cooking??" mama frowned in astonishment.

"Yes ma. Zoya's off today. That's why Zoya wants to cook. You haven't eaten Zoya's cooking in a long time?" my question is very excited without wanting to tell my mom that I also invited Rajesh mas.

My mom smiled too. A smile that I hadn't seen in a long time adorned his face. Smile differently than the other day. A smile that hints that he is happy with this new spirit in my soul.

"Is there anything that excites you like this other than mama?" tanyanya.

Ah, mama is always a champion reading the minds of her children hehehe I am so embarrassed,,,

"Are there any special guests?" back question mama made my cheeks auto meet red.

"Mmm, Mas Rajesh ma. Zoya invited him to lunch with us. Does mama mind?" I was afraid my mother would disagree.

"Of course not. Rajesh is good. Your brother will also be happy if you know you invited his old friend. Should mom help with cooking? Or maybe Rati's helping?"

"Don't ma. Let Zoya cook for herself." I refused because I really wanted to serve the results of all my own efforts. Besides, I don't want to make my mom tired.

"Nduk Indah from the past if cooking does not like to be helped by cah ayu." mbok Rati chimed in.

Rati's words made me smile again and feel surrounded by good people who love me. The elderly woman still remembers everything that became my habit. We lived together for a long time when I was with Rajesh's family.

"Alright, then mama sama mbok Rati stay first huh. You cook good. Remember yes, the roof should be special. Seasoning use love son," chirped mama.

"Maaamaaaa,," my cheeks flushed like that.

Mama just smiled and then rose from her seat and headed to her room accompanied by Rati. The two women were never separated. Even sleeping mama is now accompanied by Mbok Rati. Thank goodness there is a Rati, at least in the age of mama now who has no companion in life, mama does not feel too lonely.

Ok well, let's prepare everything necessary to serve my loving cuisine. It cannot fail or be bad. Everyone should be able to represent my feelings for my family and Rajesh.

I began to occupy myself with all the ingredients and goods in the kitchen. Started to execute the favorite dishes of Rajesh mas and my family.

I hope they like it,, then,,,

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