Red Noctah
The Part 34
Tired, one word at a time, might almost give up. Want to be indifferent and unwilling, but the heart still wants to cling. Should he just let it all go, after the long journey that man went through.
The morning mentor was busy greeting, when the hearts of the two were still enveloped in a dead end. Who wants to try, or should be stuck like that, does not this life have to keep going, as patient as much as the man must amenkan.
After breakfast, when by bringing his son back home delivered Bisma of course. Long heart-to-heart chatter, has not been able to make the heart of the mother of one child melts. It is still too alot for the man to dive, or even like a rumpuk who misses the moon, never achieved at all, only the expectations are there.
"Next week, you're invited to a little reunion called Faro?" ask Bisma on the way home. The man opened up their past chatter, who knows make that always-jutek face back cheerful. Like before, always smile, even though the man knows that smile is not for him.
"Hmm" the woman replied.
"You wanna come? We're going out together, right?" the door tries to communicate warmly, although the heart has many limitations, but the relationship remains adrift.
"We go alone" replied If flat.
"I'm not happy to refuse Hanum, your best friend asked me to accompany, and offered to leave together, if there is you of course I can subtly refuse," he explained honestly.
When you look at it, Hanum? Ah ... What's wrong with him? Her best friend was interested in her husband.
"Why don't you just, there's nothing you need to worry about, I'm not going to limit your association, Hanum is also our friend, right?"
"You're right that, if it doesn't matter to me to tell you this, but there are no free adult friends, we're not college kids anymore who still wish for a quasi-love, after all, self-limiting is important, especially we are married, after you want to know or not, I certainly have to tell you so that there is no gap that causes misunderstanding. If you are uncomfortable with my presence there, you can be casual, without saying hello or even getting to know."
When mendes@h fretted, glanced at the man who was focusing on driving it with a feeling of ignorance. Car Bisma arrived at the yard of the house Bila. The woman was about to descend when the sound of the bus called.
"Later in the afternoon, I'll be home late, maybe late, let me know for Razik" he said.
Hadeh .. want to go home in the afternoon, evening, morning, do not go home, bodok very, what ever. For what purpose try? I have to care about his life, people.
"Razik, here baby, salim used to be with Dad, Daddy's going to go to work, pamit first, salim first, kiss dear," he said glancing at his wife who was throwing her face.
Razik who sat in the lap of his bundle immediately welcomed. The boy kissed the back of his father's hand in reverence, and then they kissed each other's cheeks. Their distance is very close, jutek and cold attitude If, not infrequently make the man upset, sometimes anxious and gregety as well. Quickly, Bisma steals a kiss on Bila's cheek, after landing a kiss on her son.
"Be careful, dear ...." Bhishma seems to be indifferent, remaining silent without sin. Ignoring his wife's angry glances that looked shocked.
The man replied to his cold glare by commenting on the thin smile on his face.
"There is a reward in this incident even if you don't like it" he said without feeling guilty.
What the hell, not polite! Said not like, hate, annoyed, want me .. hih!
When descending with a jutek face, his left hand guided Razik who was running agile, while his right hand wiped the cheek touched by Bhishma. The woman grew more upset, staring at her husband's car moving away with relief.
"When, just got home? Razik, new nginep huh? Wah ... seneng ya meet the same oma and opa," said Mother Rima once found her son and granddaughter landed her feet in her residence.
"Azik ceneng, in the cana much Azik vinegar, many toys," replied the boy innocently.
"When, Mommy wants to talk, Son," said Bu Rima when she saw her daughter pass by. The woman paused her almost swinging steps.
"Yes Bun, why?" When approaching, take a seat on the guest sofa.
"Lastri! Would you please take Razik to play?"
"Yes, Mom," nimble Lastri quickly brought the little boy to leave the room there seemed to be something important that her employer wanted to convey.
"This is about Bhishma, son, about you, Mommy notice after you go home, you stay away from each other, rather you avoid Bhishma, what do you really want, Bil?" ask Mother who began to feel uncomfortable seeing the behavior of her child.
"I'm sorry, Bun, since the beginning I never loved, it was too hard to accept the fact that he was the one who robbed me of the wonderful happiness I had planned. I never asked anything from Mother, but please never tell me to stay, or try to love that man. This is too painful, what time yesterday When you choose to go is not enough for Mother to understand a little, not love and must be tied to marriage with him it hurts. Sorry, Mommy, if you can't."
"Mother is concerned about what happens to you, Son, forgive Mother who is too selfish, yesterday Bisma has explained to Mother about Razik, Mother gives up your good only, you and also Bhishma deserve to be happy, yesterday, I don't know what the ending is."
When she started to look at her mother. If only it were not this painful, it would be easier for him to accept Bhishma. The man was too deeply incised a wound, too deep to destroy himself. Because of that incident, it was not only his honor that was forcibly taken away, If the ditalaq, was simply displayed by the Echoes, it was too painful, when he had to fight to restore his broken identity, he said, she must accept the harsh fact that she is pregnant over the incident. It is true that the word pain and disappointment alone cannot represent his feelings. When crying in the lap of the mother. At least, this time Mother knows about her feelings that still do not want to unite.
The bisma who came back because she wanted to take something at her in-laws' house overheard the screams of her wife's heart, who was so hurt by the incident. With heavy steps, and a fairly mature consideration. The man left the place with the wet corner of his eyes.
The next night Bhishma did not come home, nor did the man tell her anything. He had decided to leave, unbinding it so that his wife would be happy with his choice. Is not the highest point of love is to give it away. Only the thread of the bismanal prayer is placed at the end of the message. Asking not to be kept away with her child. The man also conveyed a thread of prayers of kindness, may happiness always overshadow the mother of his child.
The man gives up, taking off does not mean not loving. Choose to go with love that is still so bright.
About love, about letting go, about accepting the fact that letting go is another way of loving.
I love you in the calm of the night, in the light of the morning, in the sea of hearts, forever.
