I WAS THE THIRD PERSON
Second
đź’”FURAS
I returned tears that did not want to stop flowing. My Jawza is with the others. How I reassembled the fragments of my heart, which even I myself had broken.
I looked at the wedding photos of two people who should make me happy, but in fact my heart could not even crumble to see it.
The man in black with a bow tie that was very attached to my heart, now he is seen side by side with other women. My Jawza who still looks handsome and the same after 6 years when he asked me first.
My jawza is everything to me .... At least that's the big picture of my love, but at the same time my weak image. I am weak apart from you even now that I myself have thrown an arrow at your heart. Make your heart not whole for me. Even your body isn't by my side anymore, at least that's what I think it is tonight.
Since the last 3 months I have always been restless, anxious to see you who are so sincere to me, you have always been there for me and given what I need gently and patiently. You also take care of the children who should be my duty. You are no less my Jawza .. You are almost perfect as a man and husband to me.
But somehow .. The more I come to terms with your perfection, the lower I have you. I was no longer perfect after that day.
FLASHBACKS
2 years 3 months ago ...
Mentari politely and seemed to undergo the decree gave his radiance that morning. Being a blessing created by the sun for every living person, as a real proof of the love of the Creator even though sometimes the heat generated is often considered unsettling and makes themselves sweat even complaints from the lips are often spoken, even though the heat is often said, including by myself.
Accompanied by the Mentari, I am still here with my Jawza and our two children. Sunday morning as usual we spent in GOR Saparua Bandung. GOR which is quite large and broad, although still inferior to Gasibu. But the atmosphere surrounded by greenery is the reason we always spend time here every weekend.
"Juriyy, let's hit her tight." I heard my Jawza voice over the net that was restricting us.
"Okee," replied my Jawza.
After the scene of replying to each other hitting up we did finally end our game when our 1-year-old little son Omar cried.
My jawza instantly raised Omar's tiny body to its fullness. Something strange happened that morning. I didn't see Hana, our 3-year-old daughter. Where's Hana? confusedly.
Without asking my Jawza for permission, I immediately ran to find Hana. I quickly set foot, I turned around and I looked to the left and right sides but Hana's shadow was still not found. Now I'm running outside. My hana seemed to lose track of us. But where is he?
After a while, the little girl in flower-patterned jogger pants and a long shirt with a pink hijab caught my eye, she was seen on the side of the ice cream vendor across the street. Hana is my daughter, how did she get there?
Hana-ku saw where I am now, she set her little foot about to go to the big road, she tried to approach me. No Hana Stop don't take another step, whispered my mind.
I quickened my steps, I shouted at Hana, but the human ripples around us seemed to disguise my voice, they were even busy with their activities and did not notice any little girl was about to cross the road there.
My hana is still walking. Until I saw a sedan go fast. I have to get Hana. I ran faster, I broke into the big road without paying attention to the atmosphere around, only the speeding sedan and Hana's small body were my concern. The sedan seemed to be getting closer from Hana's body, until for a moment I found my daughter's body, but at the same time the sedan was so very close. I pushed my daughter's tiny body away from me and ....
BRACK ....
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