Love Without But

Baby El's..

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"Same Mommy, yes, please .... !" I wish Mom could understand my feelings.

"Can't do it, Dhin, that's right, your guests, yes, must be met first. Sono, take her husband!" Mother's orders seem to be no longer negotiable.

With a thumping heart I finally resignedly had to meet the uninvited guest. Though I wish it was better not to come and appear at a time like this. Worrying can't control the feeling of having to deal directly with the man I've let down.

I pulled the hand of Mas Agung to accompany me to meet Iwan outside. Suddenly the palms became cold. In the guest chair I saw his figure sitting with Budi, his friend who was often invited to accompany him when he used to come home often. Abah was there too, inviting him to talk. I asked Mas Agung to approach him alone while I turned around running into the house and locked the door. Crying so badly. For some reason until now I have not been able to erase her name in my heart, even though my status has become the wife of my own choice without coercion from anyone.

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A moving day has finally arrived. Because inevitably I have to be carried by Mas Agung. The man who justified me three days ago. And that means I have to be ready to live away from my mother, Abah and the rest of my family.

With half a heart because it feels hard to part with family, especially Mother. I also began to be busy preparing items that would be carried into a large measuring bag.

It took two motorcycles that had to take me and Mas Agung to the highway to get a car that would take us to the terminal.

I stood before my mother without being able to say a word. The feeling of haru and sadness filled the chest cavity since earlier.

"Mom, Dhinil left first, yes, Mum must take care of health at home, do not be late to eat," my father kissed the back of Mother's hand and hugged her tightly.

"Yes, son, take good care of yourself, there, yes, do not forget to call here often after getting there," Mother's message kissed my forehead. As if he was reluctant to let go again. Both of the neutrals have begun to look teary-eyed, the clear hair was finally starting to river down her cheeks that have begun to look a lot of wrinkles.

Seeing my mother cry when she was about to let go of me I was also unable to master the feeling. So it dissolves in tears in Mom's arms. Expressing a sense of tightness because it is so heavy to have to separate distance and time with loved ones. The one who has given birth and cared for me for twenty-five years.

With a very heavy heart, Mom finally loosened and released her hug slowly which looks still reluctant. Seemingly trying to strengthen his heart and allow his daughter to go was taken by a man who had taken over all his responsibilities.

I also began to lift my face and rub the clear liquid that had flooded both cheeks with handkerchiefs in hand.

Mas Agung greeted Emak and Abah as well as everyone who was there.

"Udah, do not have long separation, will also be home soon, right, if you want to Lebaran," said Lyra from the top of the motorcycle seat beatnya who will take me to the highway.

With a heavy heart I dragged my feet towards the Lyra motorcycle that had been waiting from earlier. All items to be carried are arranged on the front of the motorbike. Some of them were carried by Mas Agung by riding a motorbike to be carried by Kang Surya.

"Dhin, later eid al-Fitr, will come back here again, right?" asked Lyra in the middle of the trip while riding her motorcycle.

"The desire, yes, but how Mas Agungnya later, do not want anything. You see, said Mas Agung can go home later at least once a year doang."

"That ... ! who really, Dhin? Means come back here again later and bring son dong, then," exclaimed Lyra.

"Yes, I hope you will immediately fill in," I replied expectantly.

Without feeling through the rocky and slippery streets with interspersed chat turned out to have led us to the highway that was headed. After dropping off all the luggage, we started waiting for the bus headed for Jakarta-Labuan Serang terminal.

Not long after that the bus passed and stopped right in front of the four of us. Lyra and I let go of a hug reluctantly as the bus kernet shouted from the bus door, reminding them that the bus was leaving soon. Lyra and Kang Surya waved goodbye to me. 

It only takes one hour drive Sodong-terminal Serang. Before Zuhur, Mas Agung and I had reached the terminal where the purchase of inter-provincial bus tickets would take them to their destination.

After filling the stomach in the restaurant around the terminal, Mas Agung invited me to the nearest mosque to fulfill the obligation of Zuhr prayer first, because it had entered the time of Zuhr. The bus we will be riding will leave at two in the afternoon.

"No more prayers, Brother, brother who went to the mosque. Let Adek just wait here," I refused when the tall man took me to the mosque.

"Oh, yes, Brother forgot, Adek turned out again M, yes, then wait a minute here, yes, do not go anywhere first, later if you bother," he smiled as he handed the black jacket he was wearing to me. I reached out to receive and keep the jacket and then kept it on top of the big bag

While I was sitting alone on the bench waiting for the terminal Mas Agung to come out of the mosque. I was shocked by the ringing of the phone from the direction of my pocket. My right hand immediately reached out and picked up the thing that had just shocked me.

'Maybe you're missing and want to make sure of me." I thought to myself.

I pressed the key to the flat object that is visible on the screen of the phone is not the name of the Mother listed there. But the name of someone who has indirectly introduced me to the figure of a man who is now legally my halal lover.

The name on the phone screen and is now calling me is a girl who had filled the days in the life of Mas Agung before she knew me. The girl is Ifa. Who has been an intermediary between me and Mas Agung to be able to match and be able to unite us in a marriage bond that is possible for Ifa and Iwan, even become a deep wound in his life.

But, Begutulah mate .. although must hurt and make a mistake one of the parties. However, the provisions of the Supreme Regulatory-Lah that must be lived. Man as his servant can only live everything that has been outlined in every episode in his life.

What happened after a few weeks of disappearing when Ifa called me back. When I contacted Ifa to tell me about my marriage to Mas Agung, the number Ifa could not be reached. But now Ifa called when I was already his wife Mas Agung. Or maybe Ifa had heard about our marriage from her sister.

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