My Love is Wrong

The taste we have is different

MUHLAS

I embrace my wife. There is a deep regret in my heart. I saw him silent and just smiled while looking at the waves chasing each other. I was amazed to see it.

So gentle was her attitude towards my wedding plan yesterday. He didn't show his anger, although I knew there was no way he wasn't angry and upset with me.

I hugged my wife from behind, I crossed my hands around her waist.

"Ma... I love you... My dear mom."

Ara my wife smiled, but her gaze remained in the direction of the waves. But his hand held my hand.

"Ma .. Follow me yaa... We enjoy our old days together, seeing our children and grandchildren." I said.

My wife smiled, and the net stayed on the waves.

"Mama Dengerin Papa... Mom just smiled."

My wife took a deep breath then took off my arms, and sat in the sand while looking at me.

"Pa... Mama heard everything Papa said. Mama is happy and happy with her, only Mama does not dare to promise anything. Mama is just living a destiny that God has written for Mama." Issiku.

"What does Mama mean?"

"Pa... We can plan things but in the end only God determines everything. That's why my mom doesn't want to promise. Let's just go, Pa." Said the wife then her gaze returned to the waves that rolled and thudded each other.

I'm nodding.

"Oh yes Ma... Yesterday Pram called Papa. "

My wife looked surprised, but only for a moment, kept looking back at the waves. He didn't ask, and he just kept quiet.

"Mom don't want to go to Papa, what did Pram call for?" I asked and wanted to see my wife's reaction.

My wife hnaya shook her head and did not flinch.

Wife turned. " What do you want to ask Pa?"

"Mama still has a lot to do with Pram?" My toot.

My wife nodded and looked back at the waves in front of her.

I don't know what feelings are suddenly coming to my heart. I feel annoyed, angry, disappointed and want to hit someone like that.

"Why is Mama still in touch with Pram? Papa has forbidden that time. What makasud Mama hah!!!" My voice started high.

My wife just kept quiet.

"Answer Ma!!!" I held his arm rough.

My wife's staring at me.

"Why know the answer? " Said my wife with teary eyes.

I took my hand, and I sat down weak. I'm nodding.

"Pa... Mama loves Ma Pram, and that's what mama told me that time to Papa. The taste is grown because of the taste that Pram has for Mama. She loves her mom as she is. And she loved mommy a long time ago Pa. While Papa? Does Papa want to accept mom for who she is? Don't you... It used to be true Papa dear ma mama when mama was young, but after mama had a shortage Papa wanted to marry again."

"Ma... Do you realize what you're saying?" I said with great pain, I was compared to Pram.

"Please let me finish my words." Pinta.

I'm silent.

"The feeling we have is different Pa... Unlike what Papa had imagined, this was what my mother had said. We are not what you imagine. Sorry Mama... Please don't talk about this again. And if Papa objected to Mama's attitude, mama asked me to please forgive mama."

I'm silent. I don't know what to say. I kept quiet until my wife asked me to go home because it was getting dark.

Hmmmmm.... I took a deep breath. Along the way home, we were both silent and each one was busy with his own thoughts.