My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise

Chapters. 19. Meet the Ex

(POV) Fira

"Had I met Dewanta again, perhaps I would have been willing to be made a second wife. He married his wife because he was married. Perhaps he is now unhappy or pretending to be happy and pretending to love his wife for the sake of pleasing his wife and parents. With my presence, I will love and make him happy with all my heart. But on the other hand I also do not want to hurt his wife, however we are both women" I said.

"Yes, really, but the truth is that he is at risk, marrying an unloved man" said Mrs Watinem. I saw Ms. Zahra was misbehaving, her face was flushed red, maybe she had the same story as me.

"But by the way her ex-boyfriend Bu Fira is the same as her husband's name Zahra yes, but it seems impossible if they are the same person because her husband Zahra is a native of Padang Sawit village, she was born and raised in Padang Sawit village while Fira's ex-girlfriend is a city person" said Ms Watinem.

Fira was surprised by the description of Mrs Watinem that Zahra's mother's husband named Dewanta and the husband of Bu Zahra who I saw the other day also his voice resembled my ex Dewanta, dear I did not have time to see his face. I saw that Zahra's mom was also misbehaving, was there something she was hiding.

"Oh yes, in these weeks my sister would want to get married, coincidentally the reception is Sunday" said Miss Lastri.

"Keep that Sunday the recipe why Miss Lastri?" asked Ms. Watinem.

"I want to invite all the guardian mothers and all the teachers to attend the wedding reception of my sister ma'am, but if before Sunday will come a good one, to help cook, all bring the child and her husband yes mothers, but the husband himself you know not the husband of his neighbors," said Miss Lastri while smiling to show her white teeth.

"Bu Lastri this could be, I don't have a husband, if I invite a neighbor's husband, maybe my face bonyok first not so to the bridal event," I said to enliven the atmosphere.

On Sunday Yanti and I attended the wedding reception for Lastri's mother's sister. I was very impressed with the spirit of gotong royong residents of Padang Sawit. How not, the wedding reception is so festive without using the services of EO. All purely done by the villagers of Padang Sawit gotong royong, ranging from installing tents, cooking various dishes, cooking rice, serving food to washing dishes.

"It's how many days ma'am's preparation," I asked Hilmah ma'am one of the PAUD teachers.

"About three days earlier ma'am, so about three days in a row - also before the event the mothers and fathers flocked to the place of people who had the hazat to help all the work. The fathers set up tents, and other men's work. While mothers cook rice, side dish vegetable cakes and others. Yesterday, Fira was not here" said Hilmah's mother.

"No ma'am I still don't understand the customs of this village" I replied.

"Other times if there is a wedding event come ma'am before H day. His name is visiting, usually we bring our hands to help meet the needs that are having a bu event, such as sugar, eggplant tea or rice seikhlasnya, exclaimed kok bu, later together with me," said Teacher Hilmah's mother. I also nodded0

agree.

"Let's eat mom, we go to the food stand," teacher Hilmah asked me to take food. It turns out there are many choices of food typical of the region here that I have never tried. I read the nameplate of the food in front of me"grandfathers' hand" I want to try it, I want to try, when I took the fist, it turned out that a handsome man wanted to take the fist as well and accidentally his hand hit my hand so that my fist spilled dirtying the dress I was wearing.

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean it" I immediately turned my face toward the voice of a man who seemed familiar to me.

"Yes, you are here Fira, how are you, introduce this is my son Zahwa and this is my wife Zahra, love introduce this Fira," the hand of the Dewanta mas pulled the hand of Bu Zahra the PAUD teacher at the Dianti school. Zahra and I shook hands and greeted each other. Apparently they were the harmonious family I saw when I first drove Dianti to school.

"Bu Fira and Dewanta know each other" asked Zahra. Zara and Dewanta invited me to chat while eating an empty chair not far from us.

"Honey, she's the ex I told you about. But it's just the past, baby. Now that I've got you and Zahwa, Fira may have someone she loves, too" is Fira," said Dewanta, who only returned with a bitter smile.

"Congratulations, it turns out that your move to part with me and accept the soul mate your parents chose is the right step, now your life is so harmonious, your finances also seem to be well established," I said with great difficulty swallowing the saliva because my esophagus felt dry. Dewanta smiled, a smile that used to thrill my heart until now. My thoughts floated considering our togetherness.

"I and Zahwa were married without any mutual love, even we felt alien to each other, dear," Dewanta's hand held his wife's hand.

"We both had the intention of getting married for worship, marrying for God's sake. Fira and I both know the obligation and we as husband and wife. eventually the love grew," said Dewanta.

"You're how Fira is, you're married" asked Dewanta.

"I was divorced four years ago" I said sadly.

"Sorry my question makes you sad.I pray that you will soon meet a mate," said Dewanta.

"Mothers...Dianti has finished eating, I'm eating here, not with us," Dianti called me. It's my chance to get out of here, I don't feel like I can stand their affection. I immediately told Dewanta and his wife.

All the way home I just kept quiet, it felt like my heart was hurting to see the scene earlier. I didn't expect Dewanta to fall for another woman so easily. But the woman was his wife, it was only natural that he loved her.

I've been forgetting Dewanta for years, even when I married Dion. But why lately my love for Dewanta seems to be present again, trying to grow even in the wrong place.

What should I do with my feelings. If I hold them and just shut them down, then my heart is very sick. If I reveal it, many hearts will be hurt, Fatimah, Zahwa and the parents of Dewanta and Fatimah.

Right now I am only able to harbor my feelings and express them in prayer. Until when do I have to endure this pain.

"Mom has come down, mother why silence, mother is sick," asked Yanti while getting down from the car driven by Diono while holding Dianti who was sound asleep, I also followed down behind him.