My wife's been misguided

the sun used by the moon

Om Surya treatment room corridor super quiet. My feet were in every corner of the room. From the small window at the door, Nesya was chatting casually with her father. The face of the old man seemed to be unkind listening to the words of his beloved daughter.

Thankfully, they were finally on the same track. No more crossing like this morning.

I immediately move from the face of the door, it is not good to disturb the father and son who are reunion. Life is unpredictable. Last morning was still hostile, it could be noon or afternoon so a very familiar friend.

The Fi end of the corridor was a large window replacing the solid walls. The view from there reminds us that we are on the fifth floor. The lights looked like fireflies perched on the leaves.In the sky there was a full moon hanging alone.

My memories drift on memories I accidentally forget. One long episode of my life that was so sickening. Unfortunately, one by one the memories appeared again unbearable. Making my whole body limp and finally had to sit cross-legged so as not to fall strung.

Tonight, is very similar to those nights that are anticipated every month. Full moon in the sky and a view of the city below. The difference, at that time the small lights that were seen came from the niche of the city of Bogor.

At that time I was sitting on the second floor of the mosque, alone. Deliberately escape from the hustle and bustle of rote and muroja'ah my friends at the boarding school.

The full moon will rise little by little. The color starts from red, pink, to white.

I sat cross-legged there, waiting for every phase of change that was not clear boundaries. In my hand is a mushaf to memorize. But now, my hands are empty and all the memorization of the science of religion seems to disappear evaporated from my heart and head.

No, not lost. It was intentional for me to lose because remembering it was like opening an old wound. Yes, I was very badly injured while I was there and now I refuse to get hurt again.

"Hi!" Nesya's voice suddenly startled me and broke the daydream, then brought me back to my current consciousness.

Nesya sat on the side. His white skin glowed in the moonlight. The red color adorns the tip of his nose which may be too often clamped to stop the flow of mucus when he cried earlier.

"Well?" he asked, "Cok not in? Just looking?" Nesya patted my shoulder.

Oh, turns out I was found out. Yes, I replied with a whimper.

"From dad, tuh," He continued, looking up at the full moon.

I stood up to leave Nesya facing the window. But her delicate hand was swiftly holding my arm.

"You crying?" she probed, her face she brought close to my face and went straight to the eyes.

"So!" reply while releasing his hand with a single stomp. Goddamnit! why can he see me shedding tears? I immediately rubbed my face with both hands. I don't want Om Surya to see my tears.

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"How are you, Om?" I sat on the bench that Nesya sat on.

Om Surya was silent for a moment. "You still call me, Om?" Ask in a voice that is still raucous.

Ah, it's so bad I realized. sorry, to be honest at this time I still judge him far from the image of a father.

"Thank you" he said again without waiting for my answer. "I've never seen Nesya as happy today." Om Surya looked at me intensely and I replied with a smile. This old man still seemed to be unaware of what was really happening.

"I didn't do anything, Om." I said.

Om Surya smiled thinly. "I can see, Nesya is happier after your marriage."

Oh God! the marriage? I feel like I'm talking every time I hear that word.

"That makes him happy isn't me, Om."

"Who else?" Om Surya answered quickly. There was anxiety in his voice.

"Definitely father!" steady answers. Forehead Om Surya shriveling. "Nesya just realized, it turns out his father never spared him. His father never stopped loving him."

Om Surya was pensive for a while and his eyes glared far away. "I think, if Om Surya wants him to leave the girl, this is the right time and Om should do it."

"What?"

"Om has to continue to be his father." The old man was silent. Silence enveloped the hospital room, only the sound of ventilators exhaling oxygen became our auditory behavior.

I think one of my tasks is done. Nesya is now feeling her father's love again. Om Surya also can talk casually with his son. father and son have now become a bond and seem to start in line.

"I don't understand, Yan. What does it have to do with being a father and quitting being a lesbian?" Surya looked me in the eye very deeply.

Is it possible that because Om Surya is old, he can not see something that has been clearly plastered in front of his eyes?

"I'm not sure she's really in love with that guy. That is, a kind of love of a lover," I said again.

Om Surya scrunched his forehead again. His eyes looked at me deeply, trying to digest the sentence he had just heard.

"I guess, he just missed the protection and comfort of a father." I continued without caring about Om Surya who still does not seem to understand.

Om Surya sighed, then threw his face and stared at the wall. A naturalist painting becomes the focal point of the scene.d*****i yellow there is very refreshing. An adult woman was running with a toddler's hand. They seemed to be laughing happily, transmitting a smile to the lips of Om Surya.

"I don't know how to deal with Nesya." Om Surya spoke without taking his eyes off the painting of mother and child running among the sunflower grass.

"I was too hung up on that day. Can't move on and continue to regret the decision I made."

"She called me back then, asked to be picked up. But I told him to take a cab." Om Surya continued his speech after pulling a hose from his nose in order to remove the water that filled his respiratory cavity. "I'd rather finish the game with Nesya. Because that time again is exciting." Om Surya shook his head, pressed his eyes, stopping the puddle of water in his fertilizer.

I immediately thrust out a box of tissue perched on the nightstand. Om Surya wiped the rest of his tears and nose. The chess game at that time must have been very exciting until he did not want to invite him, his wife again asked to pick him up even told to take a taxi.

Then Nesya really, her father did not want to give up at that time. He was defeated by Nesya. Crazy one! the fathers in Losin the same son of TK?

"Maybe the story will be different if I pick up Nesya's mother at that time." Om Surya returns to plugging his past that until this moment he still regrets.

Regret the decisions he has made consciously. I did not expect, the difficulty Om Surya move on from the past, can to damage the life of his son who is very dear to him.

"Yes, Om. It could be that the story is getting sadder. Nesya lived as an orphan before she won from her father." I overcame it just to reduce the guilt and burden in Om Surya.

Om Surya turned his head and was stunned.

"Many alternative stories can be selected by executing different decisions. But the decision made, cannot be reversed. We must watch the consequences to the end."

I continue to talk and it's more like talking to myself. Yes, everything that happened a month ago is really like a series of consequences from the successive decisions that I have taken rashly.

I have to move on. Although bloody, before this regret will ruin myself. I still have a lot to do up ahead.

Om Surya smiled. "Alhamdulillah," He said softly but his face looked relaxed and bright. "I can really calm down now."

Whats? I didn't think it out. What does he mean he's trying to talk like that?

"She is in good hands, you can lead her down the right path." Om Surya continued his talk after reattaching the hose to his nose.

Geez! again about this. I feel like I want to slam all the reality in her face. 'this marriage will only last until Nesya graduates, Om!' I shouted in my heart, furious!

"Heru must have handed me a power of attorney, right?" asked Surya while smiling and looking at me.

I haven't been able to tell you about it. Know where Om Surya is? "Yes" I replied briefly and limply.

Om Surya. "Heru was a gercep. I told you, if I am temporarily or permanently disabled, hand over the power of attorney directly to you."

Hadeh! My chest is so tight. "Now Om Surya has realized again, then I hand it back..."

"Don't!" With a raucous sound Om Surya interrupted as fast as lightning. "Yan, I want to focus on preparing for a meeting with the almighty. I still have a lot to prepare. I leave the company to Nesya as you."

And the throat suddenly gets dry.

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Nesya was still sitting, hugging her knees in front of the big window. His head looked up, challenging the moonlight that was watering the world with his manners.

Aia turned her head a little while I was already standing next to her. "The full moon is pretty, huh?" I asked an ambiguous question. Because the point is Nesya the beautiful full light.

Nesya laughed amusedly. "The fullness in the sky means" he said with a smile.

Eh? is your brain connected to Bluetooth? this is the second time he has read my mind.

"Kok diem, anyway?" He asked while extending his hand asking to be withdrawn in order to stand up.

Nesya stood up, smiling with pink lips. The moonlight that bounced on his white skin made him look like an angel in the glint of night. Words then flowed from his mouth.

"Why are you, anyway?" tanyanya. I don't know, my mind is full now. I want to sublin it feels. It fused with air and disappeared without a trace.

The full moon was still perched in the sky. the white circumference around him was like a shield of protective light.

"Yes, the full moon in the sky is so beautiful" I replied.

Nesya again chuckled with her slightly hoarse voice. "Because we saw it from far away. Though from Deket, the moon was dry, arid, full of pockmarks."

And for this one, I don't want to agree. "But the most responsible for making the full moon look so beautiful is the sun.no sun, no light. And the moon is just a chunk of rock floating in space."

Nesya laughed cynically. "Does the sun know that he only used the same moon?"

"yeah. There's no way she doesn't know."

Nesya turned her head, but I cuekin. currently the full moon in the sky Banyuwangi is more interesting than the full moon that is beside me.

"But for the sun, it's better to use the moon instead of just being a wandering ball of gas in the universe" he said.

Today I am blessed. All the words I said felt like a mantle back to myself. Yes I am Zian, the sun that Nesya Larasati uses the full light.

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although the audience is more fingers and toes author.but author remains update this story to completion.maybe another month will be finished.

thank you to all of you who have read my story.😘