Playground

56

The next day I woke up to hear the dawn. I tried to open my eyes that still felt heavy, I removed the hands of mas dzaky who was still faithfully hugging me since last night. I looked at his face, I convinced myself to give him a chance, although it was doubtful it was still disturbing.

After the bath I woke up the dzaky mas, told him to take a bath and asked him to pray for congregation. After I finished turning to hito room, it turns out he was awake and was praying. I was moved when I saw him grow up to be a good and obedient child.

Now I'm struggling in the kitchen making breakfast and lunch for hito.

"Be careful, learn well." I said while sending hito to the front of the house. He will go to school with the driver.

"Yes a pretty mama."

Ku toel his nose is sharp, sometimes I am anxious with him because it is still small but already good at dreadlocks, ah I remember him son mas dzaky the playboy, so it's only natural that he is good at racing at his young age though. But I hope he will be a better man than his papa.

"Mass I'm going to Riesta first."

"I'll take ya."

"Don't do it, I'll just bring my own car."

"Then you take me to jl.dipatukur first, then my car in the workshop."

"All right, come on."

Riesta was one of the 5 caffe mas reihan he gave me.

"Dear."

"Hmm."

"I'm going to divorce Sita, but not now."

"Why?"

"Because she's pregnant, she's only two weeks old."

"Oh. Yes already, it does not matter if she has given birth and can make a decision. I hope that decision is best for all of us."

"I will do my best for all of us."

My heart stopped beating for a while, when I heard sita was pregnant. Why is she pregnant, and I'm not. Again I can only say, this is the destiny of my life.

"Darling, are you okay?" Ask in the middle of my daydream.

"Yes, I'm fine." (How can I be well, while you and Sita are happily waiting for the birth of your baby. You guys seem happy on top of my disappointment. I'm sick, but why don't you let me go.) I continue in my heart.

"This is caffe who's mas?"

"My money, I sold it in Jakarta and bought it, so I never get out of town again."

"Oh, this is again in renovation, huh?"

"Yes, I changed it a little."

"Yes, I went straight to Riesta."

"Be careful, baby."

"Yes, assalammualaikum." I said after kissing the back of his hand which was countered with a kiss of the forehead by him.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

When I arrived at Riesta, the employees greeted me politely as usual.

After half an hour I sat in my work chair, Nuri my right hand in the riesta came up to me.

"Who's nur?"

"That's mom who used to come here the same as Reihan."

"Oh, who is it?"

"I forgot her name."

"Yes I'll see him, you prepare a drink and a snack."

"Yes mom."

I also approached the guest that Nuri meant earlier. A man who was busy chatting with a child who was about two years old.

"Sister Joseph." My broom when it gets in front of him. Yes he is Yusuf, someone once declared his love for me, and a friend of reihan.

"Hi."

"Sister Yusuf kangen cyst huh?"

"Yes, I've been missing for over two years."

"Hehehe. Hey beautiful, what's her name, sister?"

"Vira."

"Hai Vira carried aunty yuk." I said as I took over carrying her. I'm so happy, he didn't cry when I was carrying and he just kept smiling happily, playing his hand on my face. I was so moved, he looked at me and touched my cheek.

"Maybe he thinks you're his mother?" I looked at Brother Yusuf with a questioning look. "She died in childbirth." It seems to know the meaning of my gaze.

"Pity you dear." I said while gently rubbing her tiny cheeks. I kissed her and I hugged her lovingly. "Why not find a new mother for vira kak ?"

"Do you want to be her mother?"

"I'm a married woman Brother."

"Yes, but I don't know when you're gonna survive, do you?" I was pensive, how did he know I was in this moment. "Cista, your father-in-law came to see me and told me everything."

"I'm fine, brother."

"really?"

"Sure, you see I can still smile."

"You can't lie to me, cystic. Leave him, come to me. I still love you like I used to, this feeling never changes one bit."

"I." Tears started to drip down my cheeks.

"Think carefully, follow your heart and most importantly do not let yourself be trampled on like this. You don't deserve to be treated like this, you deserve to be happy."

I contemplated unconsciously the tears came back. I recall every memory I had with mas dzaky, both beautiful and painful.

"Vira we go home yeah, papah has to teach at one o'clock in the afternoon." He said while taking over the vira in my arms. "I go home first, call me whenever you need me. Fine yeah. Remember, there is still a man who loves you sincerely, who is willing to sacrifice for the happiness of the one he loves."

"Yes, be careful. Vira's drug." The boy returned my hand with a sweet smile.

You are a good man, I am lucky to know you. But can I take off my husband who has inflicted so many wounds on me, while I can only enjoy the pain with anxiety. Doubt, doubt and doubt.

I'm confused about myself. What exactly am I doubting?