Lightly Longing

Lightly Longing
Debate Before the Trial



Satria only raised both of his thick eyebrows. I know this cold guy must be jealous. It's too late, Satria. The heart has not kept your name, anymore, my mind is stirring.


Satria pulled her hand, I frowned. He forcefully took the cloth filled with ice cubes from my hand.


"Don't answer the question I'm craving. Wonderful, never changed, always jealous of every other man close to me," I grumbled softly.


"You talking, Ta?"


"Huh?" Satria looked at me full of looks, I grinned the horse and then got up to make a drink for him.


"Attep, yeah, Bang. I'll take it, drink it."


He just cleared his throat while compressing his hand. I made tea for her while carrying a P3K box to wrap her hands.


"Diminum, Bang," I said, who then pressed the remote controller on the table so as not to be too quiet in the house. Legally and religiously we can still improve this household. But the heart cannot be united.


Sometimes, we can only love but not have, and vice versa. Owned, but the heart never loves. That's what's happening to my heart.


"It's over, Ta. Anything else?"


"Huh? Ah. Still sick, Bang?"


"Lumayan."


"Abang anyway, sok hotshot. Can if not use violence, Bang," said I who walked to the refrigerator took ice.


"I can't see you being bullied by another man."


"If it is my sick brother and my abusive brother, may it be?" ask me to relax without being filtered first the words that are thrown. Satria looked at me straight away.


Maybe he does not remember or aware of his actions that once hurt me born and inner. He kicked my head when I was sleeping in front of the television. Although it didn't hurt, but it felt amazing to destroy my nature as his wife for nothing.


It's no big deal actually, there's just a little bit of my displeased speech in his heart. As he was about to step past me, his foot deliberately kicked me slowly. Ah, I don't know how that feels.


"I'm home, Ta."


"Well, it hasn't been drunk, Bang?"


He quickly sipped the tea in front of him and walked away. Don't forget I said thank you.


I drove him to the front of the fence. His car he lives somewhere. Probably parked around the minimarket.


"Well, how's Mom doing?"


He seemed to close his lips, a long time ago he replied. He looks like he's scratching his back head.


"Em .. Until now he doesn't know that I'm your talak, Ta."


"Oh? What are your plans going forward? I'm afraid you'll be in shock if you hear from someone else."


Satria seemed to take a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "That's what I'm afraid of, too, Ta. If I'm honest now, I'm sure he'll try to get us to refer. And that thing, you don't want, do you?"


I looked down deeply and then nodded weakly. That sense was no longer there for Satria. The love that once roared just disappeared. It doesn't feel the same when you've been married for years.


The rainstorm we had been through ruined its contents. My love for Satria is no longer as burning as it was at the beginning of the courtship. His attitude that destroyed the entire crew of the ship that I had built desperately until finally decided to give up rather than survive.


"Ta, hey," he called out to block my gaze with his five fingers. I flinched from the daydream.


"Really, Bang. The taste is not as hot as in the beginning of courtship and marriage."


"I'm sorry, Ta. I ruined everything."


I looked up, holding back the crying. I don't know why, I can't help but drop a clear circle every time he rewires the memory of our marriage.


Satria hugged me from behind, growing more and more creeks of my tears. My shoulders were lifted because of it.


"I miss you, Ta."


"Go home, Bang. I still can't go back with you. My decision is unanimous, Bang."


Slowly the burly hand that was holding me broke and the clattering of his steps sounded slowly leaving me. We hurt each other because of this separation. However, if it continued, the guilt would continue to haunt me every time I looked at his shoulder face.


***


Mentari has begun to rise, I wear a formal dress blazer suit motif navy colored box, high heels shoes five centimeters support my appearance.


I see Arini is also preparing to drive his sedan. Next to her sat Alisha in a blue-vests school uniform. The little girl is still in kindergarten.


The look we met, it was like beckoning me. Right, I get the point. I picked up Satria. We should have each gone. But, he insisted on wanting to attend the trial together.


The sound of Satria's car horn made me turn my eyes towards Satria. He opened the door for me, that's what he never did for me. Why just now? Once everything is at the end of the horn.


Next to my feet will step in, Mr. Arbi pulled my arm. Almost got this ass landed in Satria's car seat. I looked at him intensely and confusedly, looking at Satria as well as Mr. Arbi.


"I'm lucky it's not too late" he said in a voice.


"Sir Arbi?"


"I'd like to accompany you. Can, right?"


I put together both eyebrows, confused as to how. Satria who was behind the wheel also held my arm.


"Don't you teach?"


"I took permission. Intentionally, in order to get Mom to court."


"Ananta will go with me."


"Isn't it better if Ananta goes with me?"


Satria got out of the car and stood in front of Mr. Arbi. His chest looks puffed up, as well as Mr. Arbi. I massaged my forehead slowly, dizzy to see the behavior of two men who were almost the same height.


I glanced at the watch on my left wrist that had been released by these two men since. Yes, ever since they challenged each other, the two of them threw away my hands slowly.


The hour hand has shown at eight and fifteen minutes. The hearing will take place at 08.30WIB.


"Bang, we're gonna be late."


"You better go home. You're not needed here."


"You better not attend this hearing, so that the process is over quickly."


"Why are you two, anyway? It's too late. Can you argue with him later?"


Satria was sitting behind the wheel, Mr. Arbi opened the planel door right behind me. However, he went back down by asking to exchange positions with me.


"Mr Ananta, you better sit in the back."


"Hey, why are you the one? This is my car" protested Satria who did not accept the order of Mr. Arbi. "You're ahead, Ta."


"No, you'd better be in the back. I'm not willing if you sit next to your past."


"Yes, God!" I said take a deep breath. Twisting the ball of the eyes caught sight of the behavior of both. Not to be confused with these sweet guys.