Just A Wedding

Chapter 47

A marriage is basically two people who love and are loved by each other. Sometimes a person's destiny is not either happy in his household and some are struggling to reach his love. Often children as the ballast of our hearts to say divorce. Choose to survive with a very fragile household. Survive only because of social status. Survive because the husband is the only financial support. Sacrificing the happiness they should have. Every woman deserves to be happy. The right to be loved by their life partner. There are also women who dare to boost social scorn for them. Dare to hold the status (excuse me) of divorcee. It all comes back to ourselves. Everyone is looking for his own way - for his happiness. A passion for women - women like Arin you are great women. Be grateful for the happy women in the household because your home life, is a household that is dreamed of by women - women like Arin.

If physical violence can be easily reported. But not with apology (sexual ) violence and psychic violence in the household. Complain to who ? Some of them choose to hold it in their hearts. Pretend to be happy as an alternative path. Others choose to confide in friends and relatives ? Guaranteed their story ? Sometimes as a boomerang and splashed water in a jar for those who tell.

Violence like the one Arin experienced is rarely touched and comes to the fore as a case study. Their home life is actually more painful than divorce. Hopefully we, our daughters are spared from the domestic violence that Arin experienced. Love you women - great women.

Staying up and smiling is the key to success.

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" I don't have breakfast at all...."

" I want breakfast at mom's, "

(what is meant by Mr. Satrio is the house of Asri's parents).

Sapa Pak Satrio while kissing Tough cheeks with anxiety. Without looking at me.

" There's money at the table for shopping, "

Connect him. I just nodded slowly.

" I want to have breakfast with Dik Asri "

The beginning of my day was full of breakfast said Mr. Satrio. If only he knew I had prepared breakfast for all of us. But.. yaaah it is willing how else his desire is in the opposite direction to what I want. Mr. Satrio stood up and kissed the top of my head.

" I'll try before Maghrib comes home,"

" I'd like to buy you some tough clothes,"

Teach him again. I looked at his black face. There is a ray of hope for me and Tough. I smiled sweetly. Probably the sweetest smile I've ever given her.

" Yes, Arin, wait." I replied crisply.

I could not feel my hands hugging his waist. I put my head on his field chest. We hugged each other. Real warm. I'm like someone with hepothermia getting warm. Like someone who likes to see the rain because the rainbow is coming. At least that's how I feel. If his feelings are straightforward I don't know. Because his face is always about in all the atmosphere. Either he is angry or happy. His face was always dignified and charismatic.

" Arin wait. As signal. I really hope he keeps his promise to me. It seemed like a promise he made. But to me it was like a rain expected in the dry season. Like waiting for a bright day during the rainy season at the peak - the peak. The feeling of happiness and joy I cannot hide. If I describe through words maybe I'm like the weather that has stratus clouds. It is very bright and warm but has thin clouds that are ready for rain. Yes today I am very happy but I am crying. Crying because of happiness. Although only a promise he said but able to turn my heart into a bud - a flower bud that will bloom. Without feeling I looked up my face and kissed her cheek gently.I tiptoed to reach her cheek. Mr. Satrio laughed slowly in a soft voice looking at what I was doing. Then I ruffled my hair. Again he approached Tangguh who was still asleep. Landing a kiss - her anxious kiss.

I walked up and held my hand on his arm. Take him out of the house. Until he left in his black car. I stood looking at his path. It turns out. The smile that had been expanding beautifully on my lips so quickly turned into a thin line. He came out to find his true love. He came out to find a woman I could never defeat. He came out feeling happy because he could meet a woman who gave him the fruit of love. I walked slowly with the thoughts I had brought myself. If only I could be like those who have principles. " It's important to live". I'm not .. I can't. I always think about my problems. If only I could pray badly. I want Mr. Satrio not to meet with Ms. Asri. I want Mr. Satrio to be just as sweet to me as he just did. Am I wrong if I have such thoughts? I really wish I was happy with my home. Have children and live quietly with a husband who loves me. My sin, if I want it Asri will not come back to Mr Satrio ?

Once in the room I took money from him that was given to me. The money that is possible for some people is nothing but means a lot to me. For me it's a step from one to two from not giving me a living. Wanna give me some money. With money twice my salary, I keep it back. Like just getting a love letter. I kissed this brown envelope many times with a smile. Like the world was upside down for me in an instant. Last night our mood was still heating up. Today with just one powerful sentence can make our relationship better.

Today the clock is spinning very slowly. If I could argue today it looks like the number of hours is increasing. If another day is twenty-four hours. Today it seems to have forty-eight hours. Twenty or so I turned my gaze to the wall clock hanging on the wall of my house. When the day before dusk my lips continue to pray, may Mr. Satrio fulfill the promise he said. It's like a cliche but that's how it goes. Even though just out buying clothes for Tough, it has made me depressed all day.

The sound of the roar of a car stopping in front of the house was clearly heard in my ear. I want to cheer happy. I want to run to greet him. I want to dance with joy like a kid getting a toy. But as hard as I can hold. I don't want him to know, I'm so craving. I am so happy with his arrival. I pretended to sleepily blink - blinked my eyes while nursing Tough.

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