My husband is not my first love
The End of a Secret
Two figures came out of the black car. A couple, a fifty-year-old man with a neat appearance but still simple and a woman who shows the appearance of where he came from. Luxurious and graceful. Aged not far from the husband, but his beauty line is still visible, not able to leave his face, even though his eldest son is almost finished with his magister.
“Tak is wrong, Dad? Fear of giving a surprise even the child is not at home.”
“Where does the child go before his historic day?"
“As if not knowing his own son. Perpus, sports field, discussion community. My son forgot to have parents. Forgot if you're old enough to get married.” The woman spoke to herself while juxtaposing the steps in front of her.
“Can you, Mama slightly reduced the text of her lecture while being with Andra?" The man protested against his wife, then exclaimed, "Come, getaway and enjoy this rare time!"
The man was familiar with the habits of his wife. Trying to remind her, sometimes her son doesn't talk when they get together.
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“Yah ..” Beautiful young man goes a long way towards the man he misses, someone who is like a friend to him. The two embrace each other with a newness.
The father patted the back of his proud son, the son who was expected to continue his company, but seemed instead more interested in the ancient skeleton. He can do anything but discuss with more patience, is not the young people of this era can no longer be forced, let alone betrothed. Hem, time passes quickly. Choices alone require lifelong adjustments.
“Your said could not come, Dra ..”
“Really? Though where can be complete if you say a speech without seeing the beautiful face tomorrow.”
Two men in two different generations laughed, glanced at each other then winked at the woman behind who was frowning.
Seeing this couple know where Andra inherited that awesome face. The father with a towering nosed stature is sharp, while the Mama minisisi the part that makes it clear he remains bloody Indonesia with a different color of beauty.
“Mama, healthy?” after letting the woman some time waiting for Andra to come with a warm smile.
“Do I have to be sick thinking of all the friends who have been fondling grandchildren?”
“It seems like the last two years there is no more interesting language in this family than grandchildren? All right, Mama, relax! Andra is going to call Dik Ara, she has to make a twin tube baby program at once.”
Andra has a brother. A sister who works as a doctor. Although Ara, her sister had been married a year ago there was no sign she would have a niece. Maybe it makes the mother so hot, feel defeated with her friends. Women's minds are hard to guess. They hugged their friend while laughing, at one time heart harboring another.
“Stop messing around and tell me about the stubborn girl ..” the Mama spoke ferociously while stroking the head of her son who had placed a kiss on the cheek with an expensive make-up.
Reacting to the words of Mama Andra turned to the man who was holding his mouth. A simple person who knows all the secrets. Didn't expect the adult figure would just spread the story.
“I don't think there are men who are not good at keeping secrets.” he said annoyed.
“Listen to father's explanation. If you were constantly around such a woman, you wouldn't have a choice either, son!”
“Yaampun, until when is the position of the woman not cornered?” The woman glared at the husband who shrugged, confused.
Not wanting to serve two people who are upset and loved Andra pulled over. Continue all preparations for tomorrow. He could not enter the language of his first love.
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Moments after he left the strange couple, a knock on the door rang out, followed by the spurting of his head with hair that some strands began to whiten.
“Can Dad talk, Son?”
“Ya.”
“You angry?”
“Of course not.”
“Baiklah ..."
"Good, Dad.”
Finding his son who was not talking, the man hesitated to leave the room. There was no choice, if it was time for the boy himself to contact her.
“He's married, Dad ..."
The middle-aged man turned his head, his feet stopped stepping. Looking into her son's reddened eyes. He paused his step out. Back to the son. Examining that messy face. The confident eye loses its brilliant feel.
“Come, Nak.” He grabbed the body of the son hugging inside.
“What's wrong, tell me if you want.”
Said he didn't want to cry, but look at the sturdy man sobbing his father's clothes.
This is the second shortcoming of Andra besides handwriting, he can not hold back his secrets or defend his pride in the presence of a patient man who always faithfully heard his complaints. Mr. Space.
“You drove him to India, but didn't know he was planning a wedding, did you?”
“I don't know.”
“Alright, how now?”
“I'm too confident for all the preparations that have been done for her. Your son is paying?”
“Not at all. You're the best.”
“Not if, Dad knew the man.”
“Ok, then ..”
“He will win the heart of a stubborn girl. Not just because he's a cool husband. But I will not, impossible and unwilling to compete with her sky-appointed husband.”
“Baiklah ... Father agreed. Maybe it should be." The mature man nodded in understanding the position of his son.
Andra broke away from her father, looking in the eyes in front with a misty look, but she was happy to have a friend to shed the wedge she had spent months alone. Maybe it won't be easy for him to stand up yet, does he have any choice but to. Whatever reason he made he could not hit the rules of God, no matter how great the love he might even have Ria. Is it not in this religion that we should not even propose to someone who is in another proposal, and Ria is not in Hanif's proposal now, but the covenant witnessed by the ruler of Arsy.
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At the same time and night in different places but still under the Indian sky. Lying against a pair of humans who were silent to each other. There are many things that they want to discuss, but are confused about which side of the starting place is the most appropriate.
It's all very strange. Ria certainly knew what Andra's long name was because it was once a class, only she never thought it would all go that far. Perfekso youth came to the village, met her husband and became friends. Her husband came here and they met again, a messy dinner. Isn't that not like a coincidence. He who does not even know if the Son lives close to him. What these guys actually do.
“Sleep tomorrow will be an important day.” Hanif turned off the lights before pulling the blanket.
“Can talk something.” Ria turned the lights back on before lowering the blanket to cover only her waist.
“Sure.”
“Know Who's Son really?”
“Just guess, but you are, maybe wrong ..."
“What kind of a guess?”
“Do not force yourself, we talk tomorrow, ok?”
Hanif is just worried that his wife is not ready to discuss this now, as she should be happy waiting for the victory celebration of the grueling struggle of many years.
“I'm used to staying up.”
Ria will not be able to sleep before blushing at the man who has earned her respect, the man who did not become an alumnus of any university, but won a diploma in the school of life. More proud capacity.
“Alright ..Putra, Andra is the same as Perfekso youth?” Hanif said softly.
“That's the truth.” Ria spoke while researching the changes on her husband's face. While his hands were squeezing each other in nervousness.
“Let's just.”
“Only that?”
“This girl ... Want more than that?” Hanif changed position, he got up and sat closer in front of his wife. Until their distance is very thin. Don't imagine he'll do anything weird. He instead spoke with a very serious face, in contrast to the usually calm Hanif.
“Actually I want to cry
...” His lips were attracted to form an forced smile. A smile that looks sad. Then continue, “knowing your love is such a perfect figure, your position is as ideal as that, the earnestness of the Son as determined as that. I even often feel guilty precisely as a figure who pulled you forcibly ..”
“Do not feel at the feelings that should be mine, please ..” Ria cut full emphasis.
The two stared at each other with the same glazed eyes. Never had they spoken in this serious order before.
“But ...” Hanif's hand grabbed the hand of the Wife covered in a blanket, grasping it tightly. Before saying anything sure, “I won't budge this time by ignoring guilt. Just this once I'll do it because I want to. Not only because I have to defend what is mine because, I also believe Andra also understands the limits now.”
