My Prayer From Forbidden Places

Last Meeting (2)

"Dik Raisa, wake up!"

' ... "

I was apparently sleeping well all the way.

Mas Bram's car has pulled over on the side of the road in front of Mama's house.

"Wake up, Dik Raisa," said Mas Bram wagging my shoulder.

" ... Yes, Mas," I replied. My eyes still felt heavy opened.

"That's Syafira, Dik. Tuh...! Look at your husband again joking with him!" mas Bram pointed towards them.

My daughter Syafira is spoiling with my husband. They laugh giggling. The taste of haru at once I see the scenery.

Yes, God!

I almost took away my daughter's happiness with her real father in order to obey my ego.

Have I not sacrificed much for the safety and happiness of my daughter, so that my daughter would be known every day.

Today my daughter is smiling happily with her father, why don't I thank her?

"Sik Raisa's. And even daydream. Comeondown!"

"There's my husband. Mas. What about Mas, Bram? Shouldn't you just go home?"

I wish Mas Bram a quick pass home, for I fear my husband is jealous, and then beat up Mas Bram.

"It's quiet. Nothing's gonna happen. There's something I'm gonna talk to your husband."

Walking hand in hand, Mas Bram and I entered the courtyard of Mama's house.

My husband was surprised to see us coming, and my husband was silent and not joking with my daughter. He lowered his head in a sense of ignorance.

Which man will not be jealous, see his wife out of the house, then come with another man.

My husband just kept quiet. Then my daughter became silent because of her.

I could not bear to see my husband so silent. Moreover, my daughter fell silent.

"Assynn...!" Sapa Mas Bram broke the rigidity of my husband's attitude.

"Waalaikum salam.." said Mama in a loud voice welcoming our arrival.

My husband was still stunned, only his eyes were not blinking.

I don't know, I don't know. It was a longing gaze, pitying or angry from jealousy.

"Oh this Mama, make me worry. What the hell is it, Ma? I think Syafira's convulsing again!" I said to Mama.

"It's not Syafira, but it's your real husband you keep. Confused overnight like an ironing. Rasain is now. 10 months anywhere?"  mama replied while glancing at my husband. Mama is heavy with my husband and he thinks of me as his own son.

My husband responded with just a blush smile.

I can't bear to see it either.

"Hey Akbar, you like Raisa now, why?" ask Mama without talking again. His cry began to rise to the level of esmosi.

"Yes just worry. Afraid of nothing from Syafira's mother." replied my husband coolly with his innocent mimicry.

"Keep first, why not worry?" ask Mama back.

" ... "

My husband fell silent, then handed Syafira to me.

Reading the unpleasant situation, Mas Bram just looked at me. Her eyes really stirred up my feelings for her.

"Mom, I'll go home first, okay?" say Mas Bram to Mama.

"Loh, Bram is hunting. Go in first, I'll make tea."

"No need, Ma. I still have other business. Thank ye. Oh, yes, Dik Akbar. Take care of your wife, yeah. Don't get stuck in that massage parlor again." Mas Bram's message to my husband.

What was his heart made of this Bram. So noble is his heart.

"Yes. Mas. Sorry I have misunderstood all this time. And I will always remember Mas Bram's advice." responded to my husband.

Strange too. My husband's tone is friendly. There was no hint of jealousy towards Mas Bram.

"OK, ready, Mas Bram"

Hem, since when did my husband call my girlfriend Mas Bram. I'm suspicious of their deal.

"Sir Raisa, I say goodbye, yes! Take care of yourself and remember with all my messages" said Mas Bram with eyes that made my heart worse.

"Yes, Mas Bram. I'll get you to his car, okay?" my reply. I started not caring whether my husband would be jealous or not if I walked beside him.

"Oh, don't get 'em. Just leave me alone. Okay, everyone, please leave, Assalamualaikum!" pamit Mas Bram, then immediately turned his body and he passed to his car. The way it goes is so powerful. Like a warlord, he has brought great victory from me.

"Waalaikum salam.." We replied in unison.

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At night, when my daughter was asleep, my husband and I sat in the rented living room. I slept in a long chair, and my husband sat in front of me.

"Where.Why did you come back to Bandung?" Ask husband.

" ... ."

Even though I have met my husband, but my heart has not been able to meet.

I still can't accept him as my husband.

I was reluctant to answer my husband's question. My soul still hovers over the shadow of Mas Bram.

"Later to Bandung, Mom. If tomorrow I still have a project Brother-in-law in Jakarta" said my husband.

　

　

My husband's words did not bother my race to Mas Bram. It was as if he was beside me sleeping on my lap.

While my husband wants me to pay attention to his words. "Oh yes, ma'am. I've been to Mom's massage parlor, that's. And I've been wondering. Turns out I only serve regular incandescent."

But ... I'm not disturbed, I'm still cool in casting the shadow of Mas Bram.

Just a day of good memories with Mas Bram. Only a day later I was abandoned. But, like decades now I have lived with him.

Ah, Mas Bram why did you give me back to my husband. Didn't you just kidnap me, like Shinta got Ravana?

It's hard, Mom, to take my husband back. If every corner of my heart is filled with longing for Mas Bram.

Ah, Mas Bram ...

I can no longer love my husband. No more Mas Bram saying, "love your husband with all his flaws."

Teach me, Mom! How to love my husband when my heart is full of love for Mas Bram?

Ah ....

How beautiful, when we are in front of the Bogor Government. When Mas Bram said he admired me and wanted to be my husband.

Is there a man like you who is struggling to catch up with me at the discotheque, but you have no intention of enjoying my body in that hotel.

I went to Mas Bram who always joined hands here and there enjoying the Sunday morning there.

Very soft how you speak to me, Mom!

It will not be lost from my memory, when Mas Bram teases me: "I am impotent, Dik Raisa!" Then you laugh with a typical laugh Mas Bram.

"We're going to that hotel, Yuk!" Your god to me again. Why wasn't I dragged away at the time, Mom! I must be very happy to follow you.

If you remember that funny thing, then you laugh, I want to laugh with you right now.

I want to laugh to make me sad this is gone, Mas! If Mas Bram can, laugh crazily, I can too, Mas!

"Why don't you pray at all?" ask my husband to interrupt.

Huuh, that question disturbs my affection with Mas Bram.

"Bu .. "split him again.

" ... "

"Come ...Mom, our son is asleep. It's been 11 months, Mom!" Take my husband to knit.