My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Last Meeting (1)

I was shocked to hear Mas Bram mention having met my husband. "When is that, Mom?"

"A few days ago."

My heart became anxious over the events of the meeting. I'm afraid nothing has happened to Mas Bram. "Keep what's going on, Mas?"

"Patience first, yes, brother! All right, before I tell you, how was the incident? I want to tell you first about my thoughts and feelings for Dik Raisa." Answer Bram with a smile.

Ah, Ma Bram said this made my feeling fly by. I became like an angel of Dewi Nawang Wulan, then could not fly anymore because the scarf was taken Mas Bram.

"After so many months I became familiar with Dik Raisa, I really wanted to be her husband Dik Raisa. ..."

"Same, Mas.  Now I really want to be Mas Bram's wife!" I interrupted his words, for my heart was soaring with joy at the frankness of Mas Bram.

But Mas Bram replied with a smile while rubbing my head.

Then Bram continued his story.

"When we walk in the Mall, I dare not touch even look at your son for a long time. I'm carrying it."

"Why Bram?"

"My feelings are like slicing."

"Why Mas?" I asked again to be curious.

"I feel like a traitor father to my three daughters in Banyuwangi."

"Isn't Mas Bram officially divorced?"

"Yes right. But I know how my kids feel. I was only allowed to be their father.. I can't be someone else's father. Maybe they wouldn't want to have a mother other than her real mother."

Mas Bram's voice began to stammer and his eyeballs began to glaze over. Then Mas Bram rubbed it with a handkerchief that I thrust at him.

"Sorry, I love to melt when I think of my three daughters."

I felt so bad how much love Mas Bram had for his daughters.

"I'm sorry, Mas Bram?" I said softly with my tears that had melted first.

"I'm sorry why, brother? Uda Dik Raisa don't cry here, embarrassed to see people, tuh!"

"Nurgin ...!'

" Nih sweep your hands"

"I misjudged Mas Bram all along, I thought Mas Bram wouldn't love my daughter!" I said while wiping my tears with a handkerchief.

"It's okay. Raisa doesn't have to feel guilty. Not the story anymore?"

"He uh,"

"Until then I realized, that my feelings of love for Dik Raisa I had experienced for my ex-wife before we got married. Before me and her living in a household up to 3 kids."

Hem, this time I don't understand the direction of Mas Bram's story.

"I mean, the feeling of falling in love with Dik Raisa is exactly the same as when I fell in love with a lover who later became my wife.  But when our housewife walked, she often demanded my perfection. And vice versa I'm with him."

Mss Bram's explanation began to make me, ngeh. "What perfection does the ex-wife of Mas Bram demand?"

I keep listening to him.

"A year I tried to correct my mistakes. But apparently my wife does not want to see me in the process of improving myself. He has sentenced me to nothing will change. Then he chose the divorce, probably, because he was the son of a rich man."

"The connection of Mas Bram's story with my household problems, what?"

"Sik Raisa come back to live in harmony with your husband. Love your husband with all his flaws. It is enough that I am experiencing the pain of this divorce. Don't exchange your daughter's happiness for her real father's money for 35 of your herbs"

Hearing his suggestion, I was stunned. His advice Mas Bram is very heavy I accept. It's easy to say Mas Bram, but it's hard for me to accept the fact that I have to lose Mas Bram who I love so much.

Mas Bram did not seem to want to know with the heartbreak that I feel at this time.

"Oh yes, Dik Raisa. Almost forgot I told you about my meeting with your husband." said Mas Bram broke my feelings of disappointment.

I'm not too interested in Mas Bram telling me about my husband. All I have in my heart is the fear of losing Mas Bram.

" Suddenly there was someone claiming to be your husband. Then he called me. Angrily, he threatened me. I keep asking him to meet land."

"Keep what's going on, Mas?" I began to be interested in his words.

"After I gave her understanding she wanted to meet me at a diner. He showed me all the contents of my chat with Dik Raisa. I admit everything. Then, I explained to her, that, I give you money every month for her daughter's own treatment. While he hasn't given you months' worth of money."

"What does he say, Mas?"

"The point is he wants to admit his mistake to you. He wants to fix it. And I value that she still loves Dik Raisa very much. In short, then he and I made a deal together."

"Deal, what is Mas?"

"Dik Raisa doesn't need to know. That's a man's business. My message to Dik Raisa, give your husband a chance to correct his imperfections. Do not demand perfection of a husband, but accompany him in the process of becoming a good husband."

My heart seems reluctant to accept the moral message Mas Bram. To me his words were just a sign that he would never see me again.

"How much I feel for Dik Raisa, it doesn't matter. Most importantly, accept him as your husband again. Also, don't mind your feelings for me. It will go away on its own."

His words made me feel even more sad. My tears I can't stand. As fast as lightning I hugged Mas Bram so tightly.

I'm really scared of losing him.

"Later if your husband comes back to you, and makes a similar mistake, call me. Here you're recording my permanent HP number."

My hug to Mas Bram I let go, then I took out the HP from the bag to record the HP number. My HP is very low bad. I saw a call dozens of times from Mama and from an unknown number.

When I called Mama back, my HP was dead. I can't bring it back to life anymore.

"Call many times from Mama, Mas! Let's go home soon, Mas!"

"Didn't Dik Raisa say that he'd stay at Diah's place?"

"It's good to go to Mama, Mom. I'm afraid Syafira's seizures are coming back. Let's go home!"

"Yes come on."

Soon we headed to Mas Bram's car. Then we.pun departed from the front of the Bogor Regional Government to Depok to go to Mama's house.

On the way I was very worried about my daughter. I'm afraid that if Syafira has a seizure, Mama can't handle it. But I was also worried about Mas Bram in driving his car very fast.

"Slow down, Bram. Don't speed too much, Mum!" I cried to Mas Bram.