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103 - Conversation of two women

"Citra, what are you doing there?"

The woman gave a small smile as Raya greeted her outside the grounds of the public cemetery.

"Don't come inside?" tanya Raya again and Citra shook her head faintly, she did not want to disturb the funeral procession of Father Reka, she would watch from the outside only.

Yeah, that's better, right? Rather than Reka would consider him a bully.

Raya approached him, and he became awkward for a moment.

After all, she knew that Raya was the woman who would once be Reka's wife, and she felt quite inferior to Raya.

After all, even though she had seen Raya with her husband, but there might be anger that was stifled with Raya because she was the cause of the failure of Raya's marriage with Reka. I don't know...

"We'll just sit there, yuk." take Raya.

He also saw the direction that Raya meant, there was a wooden chair outside the cemetery gate.

Again he simply answered Raya with a faint slit.

Raya smiled a little, somehow the smile seemed to convince her and slowly she began to follow Raya to sit on the chair that was meant earlier.

Raya walked in front of his body slowly, leaving a group of people who followed the funeral procession of the late Om Damar in the cemetery there.

"Let's sit down, Citra." said Raya patting the part of the chair next to her. He sat next to the woman because he was tired of standing.

"When did you give birth?" tanya Raya with a friendly relaxed tone.

"In these few days" he answered.

"Huh?" There was a note of shock inintonasi Raya this time, he understood why Raya was surprised, but he was silent because he did not know where to start the conversation from. After all, Raya invited him to sit here right? Let this woman who started the conversation, she chose silence because much talk was useless.

Being this close to Raya, made him compare himself with Raya.

He and Raya are like butterflies and grasshoppers, both insects but still different species.

He understood why the Reka family chose this woman to accompany her ex-lover. A sense of insecure suddenly engulfed his soul.

"You shouldn't be here, Citra. Just deserve to be angry.." chirped Raya suddenly.

"I just want to mourn, I don't mean anything." He looked straight ahead.

"I don't mean to accuse you of doing anything, Citra. But your HPL is only a few days away, right? You should have just been home." Raya turned to look at him, but he was reluctant to see the woman's face, his self-confidence dropped drastically faced with this woman beside him.

"Who were you here with?" tanya Raya again. Even the voice of Raya is very soft, in contrast to her who always argue with Reka with rude speech, it is appropriate that Reka was so hoping to marry Raya. He and Raya are far from 'similar'.

"Himself."

Raya did not hear his words, but she heard the heavy breath that carried the woman.

"The only one who wanted this child to be born was me..." I don't know why he could tell that to the woman next to him.

"Then?" tanya Raya's.

"They never wanted this kid. I decided to leave him. Maybe today was the last time we met" he said.

Silence, there is no word from Raya to respond to his words. He also did not know what to say anymore because his speech felt already overstepped, he should not share such a story with a woman who was almost married to Reka.

It seems he chose the wrong interlocutor.

"You know, there are a lot of people who want to be in your position" said Raya.

He turned to Raya who had just said that sentence. His gaze was full of questions and wanted Raya to explain more about her words earlier.

"You remember, before our meeting...we had a chance to meet at the Obstetrician? That was the last time I checked my contents" Raya said.

Whatdoes thatmean? He did not understand where this talk was going.

"...not long after that, I had a miscarriage," added Raya who made her stunned and realized that indeed the stomach of Raya should not be as average at this time.

"I don't want to discuss what caused my miscarriage, because it was too painful. What I want to say to you is that you are still lucky because you can go through the pregnancy period to HPL as it is today..." Raya took a deep breath.

"There are a lot of women who can't feel a moment like the one you're feeling right now..." Raya again breathed a heavy sigh.

"...one of them is me," continued Raya glimmered.

He could see the mouth of the Kingdom's tears beginning to drip. It turned out that Raya's life was not as perfect as she had expected.

"Sorry.." he said, that's all he could say because this discussion also dragged Raya into the zone of sadness.

Raya shook. "You've never been wrong with me, Cit. You know why?" tanya Raya's.

This time it was he who shook his head, because as far as he had enough of a fatal mistake on the Kingdom. Be the cause of the cancellation of the marriage Raya with Reka.

"Because I never considered you guilty" said Raya again.

Ah, is Raya too naive? Or is his heart that good?

"Me and Reka never loved each other. We were arranged and at that time I was grateful that our marriage was annulled. I can finally marry my husband now. The man I expected and we loved each other."

"...don't know what it would be like if I really married Reka. Because I don't love him, so does he. Design has no taste of it towards me, "the Mighty among her flowing tears.

He cried, somehow there is a relief of its own hearing Raya did not blame him, all this time he thought he had become a troublemaker for all the beautiful plans of the wedding of Reka. In fact, he is also the cause of Raya being able to marry other people who loved and loved the woman.

"In fact, I see love in the eyes of the designer for you." said Raya again who made him flabbergasted and chuckled discordantly.

"That's the silliest thing you've said since we've sat here today" He finally answered the saying.

Raya smiled softly. "You know Reka better than I do, Cit. You should have realized it. The designer never looked at me like he was staring at you."

"That's impossible."

"It's only natural if you feel that it's impossible, from the attitude of the designer to you. Though what I see, that attitude is a form of concern for him with you. Like today, you feel like she's upset about your arrival because of what?"

"Because he's afraid I'm embarrassing him."

Raya chuckled softly, wiping a glance at the remaining tears on the cheeks. "Obviously you're misperception!"

"His fault?"

"From your answer earlier, it means you want to give birth soon and Reka is worried about your situation. Right, you shouldn't be here. It is not that Rish is angry that you have come to worship, but that he thinks of you and the child you bear. What happens if at a time like this you suddenly want to give birth?"

He shook weakly.

"So, it's all because of misperception. A different point of view! You misinterpreted Reka's attitude all along. If from my point of view, I can see, she cares about you and she also wants the child to be present soon."

"He couldn't have. I mean, he never cared, wanted this child to be born or not!" emphatically.

"Where did you come to such a conclusion?"

"Yes, because he thinks this child I'm carrying is a mistake."

Raya shook. "You should know him better than I do. But naturally, maybe your pregnancy makes you sensitive to the arrogant attitude that Reka shows. What I caught, behind that attitude was a great deal of care in it."

He shook his head, not believing the reviews Raya delivered. Because, all this time the designer did not care about him at all. He's tired already.

"I'm sure, if you decide to really leave later, Reka will definitely cry blood," Raya said, then got up from the occupied seat.

He did not reply again, only able to look at the woman's back who was walking and slowly away from her position.

Is it true what Raya said? Is all this just a matter of different perceptions or judgments? Why is such a Raya assessment of Raya's attitude? While the perception is a design that does not care at all about him or the baby he contains.

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