Just A Wedding

Chapter 48

Don't forget to be happy.......

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Mr. Satrio's steps were getting closer to me and Tangguh who was still lying on the bed. Kissing my forehead then changing to kissing Tough. Laying his body right on the tough side. No stale bases were spoken from his lips other than saying '. I'm tired .... wake me up in ten minutes".

He probably knew that I was pretending to be asleep. After he said, a few minutes of fine snoring began to sound. Murat - his face looked exhausted. Maybe today, the work he is doing is very solid. He does have some sugarcane and tobacco in my town. I just found out about Dita myself. When Dita told me that Mr. Satrio often played at his house but did not visit me. When I was pregnant tough. But let the story be my past. I believe my household will be fine in the future.

The voice of Azan Magrib resounded beautifully in the musholla in front of my house. Without me waking Mr. Satrio hurriedly woke up from his sleep. After the prayer, he came straight to me. As if to describe his story he was sitting next to me. Grasping my hand.

"I haven't met Dik Asri today,"

" Morning, before I went to my mother's house, Dik Asri was not there,"

" Return from the land, I also looked to his close friends also no news,"

"Where else am I going ?"

Can't I be honest with myself. I'm so happy to hear Mr. Satrio's story. My face is decorated like a gaze to empathize with hearing his story. Like an antagonist who likes his rival to lose or like a protagonist who is happy ending at the end of the story. Mr. Satrio put down his body and his head rested on my lap. He said he really needed my support. Hugged me while saying.

" Can I live without Dik Asri ?"

" I don't think I can, we've been together a long time,"

" I'm used to complaining, complaining, joking with Dik Asri,"

" Yes.... I understand," claustrophobic and restrained I responded to his story.

" I don't need any love back from Dik Asri,"

"But, can't she not help but hurt me by cheating".

" Dik Asri said he wanted to have a man who loved him and he loved that man, too,".

" If Dik Asri does not love me. What we've been together for so long,".

Mr. Satrio complained to me as if I were his mother. Didn't you know Mr Satrio every phrase he uttered ? It contains deep pain in me. Forming a webbing - a small webbing that is ready to put my heart, my love for him. His words, forming new rivers for my feelings of emptiness in him. His words, forming an alluvial length. It erodes the feeling of love that begins to blossom. Being sediments - erosion-borne jealous sediments . His words, became a weak but sure current. It boils down to the heart forming a new delta in the form of marital remorse.

" I know as bad as Dik Asri but still make her the queen in my heart.

" I really sincerely love Dik Asri like the wind in his breath,".

Stand him up from the bed in my lap. Getting closer.....close....close.....close. Unite and align in the breath. Creating a new life - a new life on the runway without a name. I was silent and silent in the confinement of his black net gaze. Being in his arms, just to banish loneliness. Want to fight but not powerless with the self who also wants a decapitation. Want to avoid but not power avoided because it wants this love is not an orphan.

The painful thing in full consciousness is to keep doing despite knowing the pain at the end of the journey.

Sick isn't it ? when we put our hope and love on someone who doesn't want us. But it comes when his loneliness hits like a storm. I don't want to be the one that's always there when he's just down. But that's the role I got. The narrative as a figure is already within my grasp.

Let him achieve what he wants. But this pain deepened when it wasn't my name he called. Pain.....exceeds from the word sick. Without realizing it he mentioned the name of Asri and not my name. Many times he lirih seduced him to call the name of Mbak Asri. Lirih flowed like he called the name of Mbak Asri, my tears fell. This body seemed to reject instantly because it was not the one called. Another name. I was at the top but these poles were broken easily. I tried to give him what he wanted. But he easily refused in a subtle way. Laying himself down. Letting me crash with a deep, gaping stab wound.

We were silent with each other's thoughts. Letting time run by itself with the ticking of its seconds. A few moments without telling the story. Aversion that is not boring. I with my mind floated because my expectations were too high with this marriage. He looked towards me. He seems to have realized the mistake he made. Then hugged me with a psychedelic warmth. Trying to give peace after the chaos he caused himself. Trying to give incandescent after he himself who extinguished.

"I'm sorry......, I used to call Dik Asri every time and every time".

" Please don't make any quarrel material for us" he said. His voice was heavy and smooth forming a low tone in the song.

I flicked my body and face away from his glittering Netra gaze - a faint flash. Invoke greatness of understanding and sincerity.

No I answered. He held me in his arms. I tried to get out of his arms. Always and always when I fight. His embrace grew so strong that I gave up. Lead him to a sense of rejection. To lead him again and again in the name of duty.

Tough strong cries melted his heart to end it all to me. Given me a chance to be free for a while. Let me give the ASI to Tangguh. Then I came back again and again in his desire.

Tonight feels long in the cradle of the night. There is no real form of him, to fulfill his promise this morning to me and Tough.

" More tomorrow morning, I'll take you to buy some tough clothes" The news slid from his lips. After a while, he cleaned himself out of the bathroom.

" It's late now, ten o'clock at night,"

" Most have a lot of shops closed,"

"Because you never intend to buy Tough clothes," firmly but slowly I answered him.

"That's it..don't start a fight,"

" Clean yourself, let me take care of Tough," elak Mr. Satrio low.

I stood up and came out of the room. Clean yourself with warm water. What feeling do I have now how my heart is sad ? Why was I treated like that, so obedient, so silent, so resigned. Even let and balance him. Is it all because of a bond called marriage ?

Be connected.....................

Please brother be given his like.......