
When likened to a computer, Anila is a folder. A place to save a variety of complex problems of his friends. He is a good listener, able to sit for hours to listen to the outpouring of hearts of anyone. With his thoughts trying to be neutral, there is always a solution that deserves a thumbs up to end a conflict.
The case he was facing right now, was not a new case he had heard of. The case is rife, mushrooming in urban areas. Certainly not only urban, this mushroomed in every layer of society. It is common for there to be other dream women or men who haunt household life. Again, this is a test.
Anila leaned her back against the cold wall beside Nura's bed. Closing his eyes was the most powerful way to calm down, it was the most powerful way he used to suggest to his friends.
“Indeed not easy,” he said inwardly. “I feel what you feel,” remember one by one the faces of his friends who find it difficult to do this.
“Certify me!” pinta Anila firmly.
Space stared in disbelief at his wife's request. Her white sclera looks flushed, her pupils shrinking. His gaze sharply stared at Anila, his wife replying without blinking.
“Aa love you Neng, until anytime will not divorce you.”
“My love is dead, since some time ago.”
“Aang husband Neng, Father of Nura ...,”
“For now you are still my husband and whenever Nura is your child. Unless you already don't consider it.”
“Anila!”
“What?”
“Don't be disobedient with your husband.”
“Still deserve you to say that to me?” ask Anila. “I am not a devout woman of worship, I am still learning for all that, and you, as if you were the truest today.”
“AGHHHHHHHH” Anila shouted, her long hair was subjected to the squeeze of her fingers.
“Don't be like this Anila! Many of your hair fall out,” Angkasa panicked to see the behavior of his wife.
“What care you?”
“You don't corner Aa neng. A man may remarry without his wife's consent.”
“Aa won't do it.”
“Now choose! bring me back or we go to mom and dad's?” Space limp, down in silence, I don't know what was in the man's mind.
“Select which one?”
“We go to mom and dad's house.”
“Depart now, you just prepare the car,” Anila command. “I will carry Nura, you just prepare the car.”
“The child is already big, let Daddy carry it.”
“He's my son, you just get the car ready!” Anila's orders, they don't want to be denied.
“She is also my son Anila.”
“May I beg not to argue, I have been strong enough to last until this second, trying to digest everything that happened.”
“But,”
“Do not until this depleted sense of love turns completely into hate.”
Angkasa was silent for quite a while, and obeyed the woman who had been holding Nura while crying. He approached, intending to wipe the tears from his wife's face, but he had to accept when Anila dodged. With a forced step he first walked towards the garage.
“Until anytime Aa loves you Neng,” said Angkasa whispered in his ear
Anila closed her ears tightly, she did not want to hear anything from her husband's lips. Right now he was really disappointed, his heart ached.
This woman smiled bitterly disappointed, not knowing how someone she knew almost half her age could lie for so long. A fruitful confession of Anila's pain.
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