My Love is Wrong

Strengthening Pipin's Mother

Two days have passed since Pram's departure. Since Pram's departure, I've been in a state of sadness, but I realize I'm ready.

Yesterday I called Mr. Pipin, I encouraged him and reminded Mr. Pipin that there are still responsibilities and obligations to take care of children. Mbak Pipin must rise and try not to be too late in the sadness.

I sat on the porch of my house. I'm alone because the kids have gone to school and my husband has a project to work on.

I sat down with my son's beloved cat and a cup of warm tea. I looked at the flowers on the terrace. My eyes were fixed on the white flower that hung down like fireworks.

I approached the flower, the flower of Vijaya Kusuma. I am happy to see it blossoming. Suddenly I remembered Pram.

"I miss you Pram." my bath.

My tears suddenly fell. It looks like this feels like Pram is leaving.

Previously, Pram and I had agreed to prioritize the happiness of our families. Seeing Pram happy with his little family is really happy for me and I see it like it is also Pram.

Pram seems happy even Pram often says that he is very happy to see me happy with my little family.

Seeing her smile and happy, I was so happy. But now, Pram is leaving me forever. I could no longer see her smile, I could no longer hear her voice.

I let out my breath. It's already destiny. I cannot dissolve in sadness. I'm happy because after decades of separation, Pram and I met again in a different story. I'm happy to be the one Pram loves. In his own way, he loves me.

I took my phone. I opened up the poems Pram had sent me.

One verse of poetry I read, my tears dripped. I can't read it until it's over.

My phone is ringing. I saw it from Mr. Pipin. I immediately accepted it.

"Yeah... How are you doing? I miss mbak." I said.

"Good news Ara. You're how you are." Ask Mbak Pipin.

"I'm healthy mbak..."

"b... It's heavy for Ar. I'm used to depending on Pram. We all depend on Pram. Ar, you don't know how heavy the load on Pram's back is." Ma'am Pipin crying.

I heard the story of Pipin crying too. I remember when Pram told how his struggle to live in the big city continues to meet and support his family Pram had to separate from his son and wife.

" Mom, I know all this is very hard for mom and the kids. It's very hard to pass. But this has all been outlined and this is what happened. You have to learn to take it and continue your life. The kids need mbak."

" Yeah Ar, I'm strong and I'm sure my kids are strong too. But I have a lot of regrets Ar. I'm so sorry Ar. If Pram can live again I want to make him happy, I want to improve my attitude to him. I'm mrnyesal Ar."

I let out a breath. My tears keep dripping.

"It's over, it's all over. The most important thing now must be spirit and continue the duties and responsibilities mbak. I'm sure, Pram also wants to not dissolve in prolonged sadness. Don't make Pram unsettled in there."

Pipin's brother doesn't look like he is anymore.

" I'm sorry Ara, maybe my words are less pleasing. I realized and could feel that I might not be as fresh as Pipin now if I experienced it. "

"Yeah Ar. Makasi yaa, has strengthened mbak."

" Yeah, I've considered you like my own brother. "

" Yes Ar. Makasi. I'm gonna cook first."

" Yes, oh yes please send my greetings to the children..."

Mrs Pipin said yes, then our phone call ended.