Longsuffering

Swiss

Hurry up you're out

so that the soul is no longer fragile

establish a full relationship

that I may be a full servant

My love

semerbah fragrant mindu

- Vishnu

(cited from @Ayyu)

Bandung, Wita-Satria-Mother-Vishnu

Wita Pov's

Two weeks since the passing of Vishnu to me, I spent all my activities in the office of Unishei Consultant. My health condition is not bad but also has not been said to improve. Lanis even advised me to get an examination and undergo psychotherapy immediately. But I again refused his request, let me finish for myself what was beating my soul. I'm sure I can!

This week I was mandated to enter into a cooperation contract with my company with the Global Islamic School at the pre-school level. Child readiness tests that can help parents to know various aspects of development in children, especially those needed to support the learning process in the classroom. Aspects that can be known in the form of basic abilities and readiness of children to enter a more formal level of education. Cognitive skills and maturity, language skills, development of fine motor and gross motor skills, emotional development and social independence.

I enjoy my daily activities. This is part of the way I develop myself, escape from all the wounds of the past and silence the longings that I close tightly without gaps.

This afternoon the sound of an incoming call sign was ringing right at my desk. I am busy trying to check the data on the results of the child's readiness test ignore the call. Blinded myself by the name that appeared on my phone screen, Satria.

Satria has contacted me seven times. He asked me to determine the wedding kebaya plan that I would wear. "I have a special client designer wedding dress. He promised to give a prize because of the case I won", Satria's chatter yesterday I did not take seriously. Come on, Satria, three more months of our new marriage will take place. Even the date has not been determined, why can not Satria be patient?

Until exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, after the ashar prayer I went down the stairs. Heading to the exit was about to book a vehicle online to immediately go home and rest my body. Yes.since some of the events that happened to me, my mother forbade me to bring my motor matic. Only Salim or online vehicles I can count on. Satria often offered to take me, but I refused under the pretext; I was still uncomfortable walking alone.

However, this time it seems like I can't refuse Satria's wish anymore. Satria is now on the sofa of my office guests laughing with my office friends. His fun and sociable attitude does not amaze me with the familiarity I see.

"It's over?", he asked.

I didn't answer the question. I then say goodbye to my colleagues and step away to the exit followed by Satria's long steps.

"Eat first yuk!", he asked.

"I ate Sat just now", I said. Lazy to serve the work of this Satria.

"Yes already if this one is not rejected" said Satria while putting his seatbelt.

I couldn't help but feel disappointed when I was in Satria's client's boutique. Various models have been shown by the designer. Whether I did not have the expertise in choosing a dress model, or my day that was exhausting today, I finally decided on the broken white color kebaya with accents of sequins and luxurious pearls.

"Thank you Wit" said Satria as her car stopped on the shoulder of the road to my house.

"I'm sorry Sat!", that's all I said to Satria, my neighbor and friend during high school. I let out my lust, closed my eyes and realized for a moment that it was all my fault, for him or for another man who had not contacted me for three days.

"Satria.", I said doubtfully.

"What's Wit?", he asked

"I'm lacking a lot, can you accept it?"

"Haha... What are you lacking, Wit?, beautiful, smart. You are perfect". Reply Satria. I really can't explain my coordinates to her. I don't have the ability to explain myself about ulcers and my fate. Let it be, as it is, Satria my old high school friend who doesn't need to know the past and the pain of my soul.

I stretched my legs down the narrow alley towards my house. Entering the gate two weeks ago often sounds weak in the grip of a man who I miss, mas Vishnu.

"Assalamu'alaikum", I said as I opened the door. I saw my mom making dinner at the dinner table.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, are you late for Wit, there is a meeting?", asked the mother while continuing her activities arranging the food we will eat together.

"I'm the same Satria", I answered while shifting the dining chair and I sat down to just unwind today.

"Owh yeah?" ask mom wonder. "What's up?", search again.

"Wedding clothes", I answered flatly.

I then poured warm mineral water on me. Then sit and look at me. "Wita, I'm sorry for asking you to accept Satria's proposal" she said, surprising me a little. Why should I apologize, I really do not understand the way my mother thought.

"Mom can cancel this marriage, you have the right to choose someone you really love. Whoever you don't mind", what's wrong with mom, cancel after the promise I made. Promise to accept Satria one day to be a supporter of my life. Do I have to go back to being the woman who broke that promise?

I didn't reply to Mom's words. I decided to go into my room and rest all the tiredness of my soul and mind.

"Wita.", mother paused in her call that stopped my steps. "Mother apologize!".

I looked back and returned my mother's request with a smile. Sorry for what mom? You even continue to temper the best destiny I have through your relentless fatigue and fighting. I don't even have a reward for all the misery I've given you? May I borrow your smile for my portrait of my life?, for as pure and sincerely melodious you chant prayer in your every affection.

"Mom don't worry, Wita's okay".

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My statement was really raining pain in my chest. Don't worry, Wita's okay. My silly answer made me laugh. Right, I have to and will be fine.

The chat that's been gone for three days doesn't say hello to my nights and I never reply with a single point. Is she okay?

Until I finally opened the brown envelope attached with glue that I could not open since the sender gave it to me.

I saw some white papers that had been laced with writing and pictures. I open one by one.

B**UAT MOTHER WITA

I saw a hand stroke that had not yet been made upright neatly into a paper page opener in the brown envelope. Then I opened the next sheet in the form of a picture that I know very well, made by the little girl who now has her image confirmed the mental progress of her, my little Adhis.

The picture is of an adult woman sitting near a coconut tree with her name Wita under it. Far away there I saw a picture of a child that read Adhis. The distance he translated with the arrows was not perpendicular to each other.

One thing that made me sad, when I observed the picture of the little boy was laced with tear points that I can only guess his interpretation as, longing.

I kiss that picture gently, Adhis.Grow well baby!

I opened the next sheet, a photo I didn't recognize.

Wita's..

How are you today?

As I promised at that time, I have many stories that you will hear.

You keep avoiding me. Writing like this could be my path.

This photo I took in the summer in Switzerland. When I decided to go away after a long time looking for you. I really felt anger at that moment. In every sight of the Swiss sky you see in this picture, I am determined; I will defeat you.

But, do you know Wita? In this war I have fought myself, I am the loser. Until I end up at this point, I accept my destiny.

Wita's..

There's a lot of Swiss stories I want to tell you. If you have a little time for me, I'll have fun telling you. Although yes, I am not good at telling the same story as you say;).

The food there is less friendly with my tongue Wita. Sometimes I miss the food you provided me when I went to Jakarta.

I was greedy for a moment Wita. To want what is no longer rightfully mine.

But that's not what's important to me anymore. The most important thing is, from now on happy Wita. There is nothing else you need to worry about. Let go of your past with sweet memories.

Be happy, don't worry about anything anymore. Because I'm okay Wita. I breathe with all my strength. I have Adhis and see you will be happy.

One more...

From now on eat a lot..

Sleep well.

Dream the beautiful.

Salutations

Vishnu

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Uwow..senengnya..bnyk friend2 stop by to read..

Darling dear her I.maafin I'm a random schedule up her.intention heart that mayss this want to feel crazy up.but what the power of the viewers.I have difficulty in dividing time...(so busy yaa)🤣🤣🤣

But for my love of Vishnu...

eh wrong...

for the sake of my love for you who have participated in the struggle to convince Wita...

I'm up now....

Doain I hope good jaya...

In up Vishnu..

To be honest I am also anxious about Vishnu and Wita..

What about you guys ????

Uh, dear dear her I, dear,

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