Orange at the End of Dusk

VIRGINIA

Huft ... I let go of the long breath to release the heavy weight I had been carrying. That relief I feel now. My heart was relieved, my mind became clear after the Judge read out his verdict.

Yes, today I officially hold the status of Widow after the divorce verdict was passed. Bima is my ex-husband now.

After a convoluted trial because Bima does not want to divorce me because children who are toddlers still need a father figure for their development. Aura the eldest who is 4 years old and her sister Buana who is only 2 years old. He finally gave up on my decision to stay divorced.

I want to be guilt-free, to be free to express my love, affection, love, or whatever the name is for the man I like. I don't want to be restrained in anything anymore. I have grown up to be able to meet the needs of my life, my family and my own children without the interference of others.

My name is Virginia, the first of three children. I've worked for a well-known real estate company in my town. I held a pretty important position there as Head of Finance. So that I became the backbone of my family because Dad was not working because he entered retirement. My sister still needs a lot of money for their college.

As per the court decision, child custody falls into my hands and Bima is obliged to provide a living for children and has the right to meet them whenever He wants.

And We have agreed before the Assembly that every Saturday and Sunday Bima's duty to accompany Them.

"Gin, how are you feeling now?" mama asked gently patting the back of my hand. Every trial Papa or Mama one of them always accompanied me. Because my decision to divorce one of them was from their request.

"Lega Mah", I replied with a smile.

"Yes now you are free, no one likes to judge you, snare your steps" Mama's face sparkled as she said that.

"Yes Mah, now we go home. I want to rest, later in the afternoon We have to pack all Bima's stuff" I said as I moved from the chair in the lobby of the Religious Court building.

Until Papa's house opens the door.

"Assalamualaikum, Pa" I kissed the back of his hand.

"Surf Pa, son of the same kid I was" I threw my ass on the couch.

"Bima is obligatory for a living, right?" papa's face is serious.

"It has to be, it's delicious!" sahut Mama grumbled.

"How much per month?"

"Five Million a person so a total of Ten Million per month" explained Mama

"Oh, that's fine" replied Papa Sumringah.

"Pah Mah I go to the room first" I pass to my room.

This is one more reason why I want to divorce from Bima. I think he's too calculated with my family. The reason is that the items or things my family asks for are not important and are not needed. It is important to save for the future.

Like when my younger brother whined to buy a new sports bike because he mocked his friend like a sissy using a matic motorbike that is usually worn by women.

"What matters is that its function is not its style. Your intention is college or style?" that was Bima's word first.

Forced I bought my sister out of my own pocket, who was eventually replaced by Mas Agus when I complained to her.

Mas Agus is my ex-boyfriend who became my best friend. A place where I complain about everything.