Lightly Longing

Pelakor

I stood up followed by Tama. A woman was holding a boy about a year old.

"You're Ananta, right?!"

He pulled my hair. I'm downcast embarrassed. Just silence does not fight, my body bertubi he hit, until back one step.

"Nala, enough!"

"Why, Bang? Because of this woman you don't care about us anymore. He's Ananta, your ex-girlfriend, right? Yeah, right?!" The woman's voice was so jarring, I didn't dare to look at her, just lowered my head in.

Hair covered my face. I wept. Right, there's no point in regretting it now. I know what the pain is like, but I still do it. Here I am selfish, just because lust justifies everything.

"Hey, actors! You must realize that Tama already has a wife. Why are you still in contact with him!!" the screams are getting more and more crazy. The whole crowd was crowded, we became the center of the spectacle.

"Nlade!" snapped Tama, I ventured to raise my face to look at the little girl in the sling of the woman named Nala. Miris, the little girl looked at us alternately.

I have sinned against that boy. Took the father's attention from him. Nala's hand was firmly gripped by Tama and tried to drag his wife out. However, the shoulder-length haired woman was rebellious.

"Heh, the nervous woman. Is it not enough for your husband to sleep with my husband? How is it different from a prostitute?" he said again, Tama pulled his wife's body strong to take her away. Tama's hands were thrown rough by him.

"Nala, enough!" snapped Tama again who had landed all five fingers on Nala's cheek. Nala holds onto Tama's former slap.

"What?" A voice I know very well. Satria, he was already standing in the middle of the crowd.

Two men in black shirt uniforms came carrying Nala and Tama out. I guided Satria back to the room.

The hospital room that was only there was us, suddenly quiet. Satria's face was flat, she looked hard thinking. As for me, sitting in the gurney without saying anything.

Satria rose up, going nowhere. He always left without saying goodbye. I am not surprised by his attitude either.

Until the evening, Satria did not come. I was alone, reflecting on the stories of the past that I should have thrown away instead of becoming a bombardment.

I decided to sleep, even though my eyes were reluctant to fall asleep. The nurse came to do an examination. Their whispers are talking about me.

I was not deaf, their voice that was right beside me was so clearly heard. Right, they all call me a liar. Luckily, no one knew me as an educator.

"Pity, yes. Because of her own actions, her husband did not want to go. In fact, her husband looks really good, you know."

"Udah, ah. We also do not know what our life after marriage will be."

Both of them were heard leaving my room. It was amplified by the sound of doors being pulled and tightly closed.

I opened my eyes slowly. Look at the ceiling of this white-painted room. I was stupid to choose a married Tama. My phone rang, I glanced towards the nightstand.

Mr. Arbi, that name is on the screen. I will no longer be in contact with anyone. Enough for me to be publicly humiliated.

I sat staring out the window. Take a deep, long breath. The sound of knocking on the door sounded. I'm lazy to say, obviously it's not Satria.

"Mom Ananta?"

I sharpened my hearing, the view turned towards the door. It was like Mr. Arbi's voice. Again, he called my name.

"Sus, is the patient resting, huh?" ask one of the passing nurses. I don't know what the nurse answered, I don't hear it anymore. I sent a message to Mr. Arbi.

The door knob moved, Mr. Arbi opened it and stood there. His gaze turned silent, he stepped in and approached.

"Are you okay, Mom?"

I nodded, but the clear feathers just left. Falling down on the back of the hand that I had been squeezing so hard. Mr. Arbi was silent, maybe he was confused to do how to see me crying.

"Not that I ever said, don't hang on to people who don't want to be with us."

The more rivers my tears. I cried until my shoulders shook. Just one of my mistakes, Satria just disappeared. In fact, Mr. Arbi who had nothing to do with all this came to ask me about my situation.

Mr. Arbi handed me some tissue. I took it without seeing it. I still looked down deeply and shed tears.

Mr. Arbi is still faithfully accompanying me. He sat holding one leg up in a chair next to the gurney. Both hands are folded in front of the chest.

After I started to calm down, I looked at him with puffy eyes.

"Sir Arbi, what are the nights here?"

"I'm worried about Mom."

"I'm fine, sir. Now, you better go home. It's not nice if my husband thinks that's not it."

"I don't care. Where is the husband you mentioned? Just because of this little problem he's gone."

"Sir Arbi! It's my fault."

"No. All this happened because of the fault of your husband who too let you alone in loneliness."

"You don't vilify my husband. Who You?"

"I've liked you since college. Then, excuse me."

The minute Mr. Arbi left, I drowned my face under the covers. Every word that comes from Mr. Arbi's mouth always holds a mystery.

I'm not good at guessing or puzzles. I can only solve problems that use formulas, whether in a season what the formula is.

The problem with Tama and Satria alone is not resolved. Now, Mr. Arbi has to add to that. I just want to let go of all the burdens. But I realized I was in the hospital and I was a patient here.

Quite strange with thoughts that are so emotionally draining. I don't know what time I slept. Sunlight inched into the crevices of the curtains.

I woke up, immediately went to the bathroom with an infusion pole. I don't think I need to wear this anymore, because I feel better.

Wash your face and change clothes. Hope you get home soon. I'm tired of being here, not to mention the ramblings people made about yesterday.

On returning, Satria was already sitting beside the gurney. I looked at it that looked messed up. Occasionally he squeezes his fingers, riled. He must be confused about all this.

I walked towards the gurney, Satria turned her head towards me. I sat on the edge of the bed. He bowed for a moment, then turned his face away.

"Bang, how about we get divorced?" I said start a conversation with him. Satria immediately looked up and looked at me intensely. I understand very well his attitude. It must be very difficult to handle this situation. Not to mention his family, if they already know the incident.