Just a Bond

Decisions

“What do you mean, Najwa?” Both of Mas Farhan's hands were suddenly tightly gripped by the arms, making a small ring slip away from these lips. The crying continues to be. Various feelings, sad, disappointed, afraid, angry and unexpected mixed into one behind the chest.

“You know, Mas? Matchmaking offer you said?”

Oh God, strengthen me.

“You should find out first, Mas. Is what you said the same as our parents' deal?”

“Do not convolve, Najwa!”

“At the time Dad broke the news of our match, he didn't say it was an offer, but a statement. Father also said, Miss Rasti said her son agreed to marry me. That's what you said matchmaking offer? Then what can I do, while my parents stay he's the only one. If I refuse, how will you feel?"

Because I think that by accepting Dad's request, it would make him happy.

"In this world men aren't just you, Mom. I married you not because I didn't. I am sure there are many good men out there who would love me with all the shortcomings that exist in me, and most of all do not hate me desperately under the pretext of his own false assumptions. From the beginning, the reason I wanted to marry you was Dad.”

“Just keep you wrong, Najwa.”

“Terex, Mas. You said this just want to deny the truth, ‘kan? If you think I'm just making it up, please ask your father and parents how their deal used to be. You blamed me when this marriage already happened, when you should have been wrong. Sorry if I had to say you didn't know yourself.”

Mas Farhan suddenly shouted while displacing his hair. He looks frustrated.

Like an electric shock suddenly hearing that shout, the body instantly shook, the passion as if it just vanished, the bones in the joints had completely broken like it could not concentrate anymore. I collapsed followed by the roar of tears that turned back into something.

Destroyed, melted and .. O Allah, what is this reality? I drowned my face in my knees and let the crying go. It's really painful.

It is fitting that Mas Farhan stared differently while with Rfika. Turns out my husband was still expecting another woman, worse she was my sister. How should I behave after this?

“You are cruel, Mas," I said on the sidelines of my sobbing. Out of nowhere, I said, "If you really want to fight for your past, divorce me and you are free to do anything after that. I won't interfere in your affairs anymore."

“Is that just your fighting ability, Najwa? Where's the haughty figure who said that he would fight to the end?”

Hearing that sentence, anger re-entered the heart. I lifted the face that was set on my knees, I wiped the rough tears, then got up. I returned that sharp look.

“There is a time when people give up on their struggles. There are indeed many who have succeeded in achieving what they dream of, but that will never happen in the dictionary of my life. Why fight for those who never accept me? Isn't that the same as peppering a flying bird? I can live happily without you. I can also give other happiness to my parents without this marriage. So please take care of our divorce papers. If not, I will sue you myself.”

Sorry, I can't fight Mas Farhan any further, Dad. Farhan is not sane. He made me give up, and now indirectly fight for it? Maddened.

I went straight into my room, leaving behind Mas Farhan who was still sculpting.

***

Once I got to the room, I immediately threw myself in bed and expressed all my emotions by crying. Fuck if Mas Farhan hears it. It feels like a dream. I still find it hard to believe what happened today, especially when I remember my last decision.

In the midst of solitude accompanied by a roaring cry that had not yet subsided, a cell phone rang. Wanted to ignore it, but the call was repeated several times. Immediately I got up and grabbed the phone in the bag. I was a little surprised to see the name on the screen. Immediately I wiped my tears and tried to neutralize the sound.

“Why, Mas?”

“You cry?” The one question Mas Reza asked me over the phone made me stunned. My brother is very sensitive, even though I have tried to make this voice not sound raucous. I bit my lips tightly enough to try to resist the emotions behind my chest that suddenly burst back overflowed. Hearing Mas Reza's voice, made me want to cry in his arms again. I can't bear this wound alone.

“Mas is in your house, just when it arrived home and Dad said you came home suddenly, Mas go straight to your next.” That sentence made me gasp.

“Dek? You're okay, right?”

“Yes my goodness, Mas. I'm fine.”

“This is what you said is fine?”

I jumped as soon as I heard my second brother's voice all around. Immediately I turned my head to the door, how surprised I was to see Mas Reza already standing there with a flat look and one of his hands still holding the phone stuck to his ear.

“Ma-mas Reza? Ma-mas Reza is here?” I immediately lowered the phone from my ear, put the origin, I then removed the traces of tears on my cheeks, and ran quickly to him.

“Pack your things now, we go home to Bangkalan.”

Obviously, I was in shock. Did Mas Reza hear about all my fights with Mas Farhan earlier?

“Come, Najwa. Wait what else? Why are you still living in the house of someone who never expected you?”

I immediately anchored the body in Mas Reza's arms. The cry I wanted to contain, could no longer. My desire to cry in Mas Reza's arms materialized.

“I ... I'm disappointed, Mas.”

Patiently this dear brother of mine stroked my back. He kept saying tranquilizing sentences, although I was sure he was so angry with this fact.

“Come with Mas Reza now.”

***

Comment dong. What do you want to say to Mas Reza? What do you want to say to Najwa? Who agrees that Najwa is actually suing Mas Farhan for divorce? Yuk ramaikan this stall. Wkwkwk.

This Abis, Mas Farhan's version of part, yes. Happy ria target! Hu-huy's.

Sumenep, Tuesday, September 14, 2021