Just A Wedding

chapter 37

After breakfast I went straight to my mother-in-law's house. Sent by Mr. Sumadi, Satrio's personal driver. I sat down by fixing the scarf Adrian gave me. Elly's house is quite far from Satrio's. Our car entered a house that looked solid from the front with large pillars. This time I went to my in-laws house. Once after marriage, Miss Elly who visited the house of Mr. Satrio. This ancient house like Dutch heritage still looks sturdy and clean. I entered and was warmly welcomed by Miss Elly, my mother-in-law.

The warm tea he gave me felt like another freshness in my esophagus. The cookies on the table are arranged neatly on a plate decorated with a dessert tissue beautify this cake. Next to it again there is a layer of legit or specuk lined up neatly with ornaments lines - the lines. The dominating brown color made me want to immediately take to feel it.

" Yes let's get taken. I forgot to ignore it,"

" It's my mom's doing it herself, lo,"

" Yes mother.....,"

I replied embarrassed - embarrassed to be caught taking speck cake without excuse.

" Satrio got sick because he wanted to marry Asri"

" Because father and mother allow,"

" Asri used to be an OB in my father's property office"

" Don't pass SMP, less do we try to raise her degree to become a mistress in our family,"

" We teach a lot of things. Courses cook, sew, designer, personality, English.Dutch and French. Follow the package until you pass S1. To be on par with our family,"

I just found out that Mr. Satrio's father is still of European descent. Exactly grandfather mr Satrio. His brothers are still there. Thus Miss Elly but the opposite of Pak Hardi. Maybe that's why Mr. Satrio and his sons still look like European faces.

I just listened to my mother tell me everything from the beginning until finally Mr. Satrio had to divorce with Asri. They divorced because they had to. Mr. Satrio's father and mother are ashamed of the actions of his daughter-in-law who has twice been caught cheating on him from Mr. Satrio.

" A sick mother sees her only child betrayed by her mother,"

" Satrio wanted to divorce Asri because she forced him,"

" Mom tell your mas (what is meant is Mr. Satrio ). Choose what mother is his wife ?"

Momentary silence.

Mom was crying. I stood up and hugged my mother. I feel sorry for him. Which mother would have one son - the only one made miserable by his own wife.

" We have accepted Asri and his family"

" Helping Asri make a home for his parents"

" Get Asri and his four sisters together"

" It's not good what our family is to the Asri family"

Back Elly's mother sobbed with all her stories. Light purple handkerchief with tulips with handmade embroidery is wet because of his tears.

" Mom's happy now. Satrio is married to another woman"

" Before marrying you Satrio several times asked mother to allow him to remarry with Asri"

" Of course I refused. I won't allow my son to be hurt again"

" Satrio's mom is coming, son......,"

" Please don't get hurt........,"

" Please don't get betrayed." please ask me.

I smiled sweetly at him, but bitterly inside. Is it not reversed ? Didn't Mr Satrio hurt me all this time ? Who betrayed me ? We have the same people we love. But I'm not like the bright Mr. Satrio - the light says he can never love me. Can never replace Asri's position in his heart.

I came home from Miss Elly's house after lunch. Meat and potato stews are delicious. The smell feels special on my tongue. He said the meat stew and tempe bacem is the favorite food of Mr. Satrio. He also brought it to Mr. Satrio. Rantang made from aluminum typical of the past is filled with rice, tempe bacem, stew of meat and fruit - buahan.

I remember my childhood. When going to Lebaran always exchange food with neighbors using a bushel like this. Waiting to be given money after delivering food at a neighbor's house. My wonderful childhood.

The house looked quiet when I came. I put my mother's bushel in the kitchen. Walk towards my room. The sound of gales and screams were clearly heard from Mr. Satrio's room. The door was open, making me see everything.........Mr. Satrio and Mr. Asri............

My tears fell right away. They realized with my presence simultaneously turning towards me. As fast as I can. I ran out of the house. I don't know what to do with only one thought, I went home to my own home. I'm going back to my hometown. Yesterday I admitted defeat but stayed where I am. But this time I can't take it anymore. I came home with all my heartache. I came home with a burning sense of disappointment and resentment, lapping in my chest. No....... I am not the Arin who as before was only able to cry when betrayed by Ravi. I have to fight for myself.

" Sir please take me to the terminal," I asked Mr. Sumadi who was still cleaning the car with his washcloth.

" Why rush - buru ma'am ?"

" Do you know ?"

" It's been........"

After opening the door I got into the car. Mr. Satrio chased me from behind.

" Dik Arin....,"

" I can explain,"

I just cried trying to let go of Mr. Satrio's hand trying to hold me back from coming home. Adrian who just entered the page with his bike looked confused at us. But do not do anything - what just passed by when seeing mbak Asri also out of the house.

" is .....I am strong. I want to go home,"

" Please let me go home,"

" Please.........,"

" Alright I can't force it,"

" Sir, take Dik Rin to his house,"

Mr. Satrio closed the car door. Without looking, I leaned my head against the back of the chair. Enough of my suffering because of him. If last night maybe he could make excuses, but not for today. I closed my eyes with tears still flowing. I can't describe how sick and hurt I am, seeing the two of them. I'm not the woman Mr. Satrio loves, but don't they do it behind my back. When I'm not here. Can't Mr. Satrio, when it's in front of me as if I'm the only woman. Is that too hard for them. Did they intentionally hurt me and back out of this marriage ? Yaaaaa. I'm gonna pull back from this circle. I'm tired of sticking with my fragile legs.

I just want to be happy with this marriage. Trying to forget the man I love. But reality says another.I was swayed back by my own fate. Is it so hard to find a man who loves me sincerely and wants to marry me ? I just want to get married, have kids and live a quiet life with my partner. Is it too much I dream of ? is there not on this earth a sincere man offering me a helping hand ? Without giving hope like Ravi. Without being stymied by differences like Henry. Without loving another woman like Mr. Satrio. I am a woman just like them. I was also made from the ribs of men. Why don't I meet the man who lost his ribs because of me ?

The sound of phone calls many times I let it go. then Mr. Sumadi received a call from Mr. Satrio who suggested to rest and dinner. I just let it go without commenting on anything. My mouth is not ready to accept food now. However, I still ask Mr. Sumadi to stop resting dinner and praying.

seriate......