Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 14. Same Shit, Different Way

Same Shit, Different Way

(The same bad thing, different ways)

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Surabaya

Kinant

That night Mas Tama came to the house. Carry a copy of the divorce decree that just came out. Then return it to my mother. It was as if he was floating in the air.

Her chest feels full. Like being squeezed by a dump truck full of rocks. Like losing half of your life. Completely powerless and effortless.

Nope.

Not because he still keeps the flavor on Mas Tama. Or hoping to be back as a whole family.

This divorce was not the result of a day or two of thinking. He and Mas Tama have gone through a lot of things, a lot of meetings, a lot of talks. And the most important thing is, both make a lot of misunderstandings that never unravel. Even until the official divorce verdict came out.

But then again. Farewell is not easy. Although the first time he decided to go from Mas Tama's side, said the divorce as if continuing to shadow and haunt him.

But Mas Tama's determination to keep the marriage, making him sometimes think. Someday ... somehow .. their condition will improve again as before. Especially if you remember the design.

Unfortunately what la cur, the more here precisely their problems get more complicated. The more the taste between the two of them. Until it finally disappeared unceremoniously.

Then added the unexpected presence of Mas Pram. That gives him fresh air and a new hope of happiness. About how a man should behave. Full of gentleness, very understanding, always nurturing, but still can be a leader. It was truly the embodiment of a dream figure he had coveted for a long time.

And this farewell managed to make himself also Mas Tama equally destroyed. Especially Design.

It would be a big PR for him. About how to improve the indifference and coldness of the Design towards Mas Tama.

He felt he was doing his best. By never saying anything bad about Mas Tama in front of Reka. He also tried hard not to be seen crying or sad in front of Reka.

Always work if things are okay. Although he is in a dilemma due to deep childhood trauma. Even though he is confused about what he really wants.

Even when he was undergoing the therapy process. With prescription drugs are quite high dose containing tranquilizers. He still tried hard to be reasonable in front of the designer.

Although that means, he must suppress a pile of foreign feelings and negative emotions. Which began to appear during the therapeutic process. Forcing out as if to take control of self. Until he sometimes forgets what he has done and said himself. It was truly as deep as the effects of past wounds that gnawed at the heart.

But somehow, she will turn into the happiest woman if faced with Mas Pram. Being the most desired woman and being fought with all her heart. Mas Pram managed to fill the empty space in the corner of the heart. At the same time treating deep wounds that never recover.

"I told the children about your whereabouts" said Mas Pram. Who had separated from his wife.

"And they understand. If me and Mami they're not good together."

He just sighed. Of course it's this easy. Because both of Mas Pram's children are adults. Open minded (having an open mindset). Doesn't like to interfere. And don't worry about other people's personal matters. Even her own parents.

He has even been met with the two children of Mas Pram. And their reaction remains the same as that of Mas Pram. Accepted presence. But that doesn't mean with open arms.

He still felt a strange, stiff smell. But soon treated by the attitude of nurturing Mas Pram. That made him bend his knees and fall in love many times.

"As soon as your iddah time is over, I will propose soon," Mas Pram muttered confidently.

"We will spend old age together," continued Mas Pram increasingly convinced, making his heart suddenly warm.

And tonight, no wind no rain, suddenly Mas Pram invited him to dinner outside. Just releasing tired after a day, they both work with the patients and all their complaints.

But never thought, if he would meet someone from the past again.

Yeah, of course you are. They both live in the same city. The probability of meeting is quite high. Especially if judging from their lifestyle and tastes are almost the same.

It's just that it's not up to the heart even though it's just thinking, if in this place he will find a man. Who wore a long-sleeved ash color shirt, but rolled up to the elbow. With sweaty wet hair and a dead red face. The middle of beating the drum in full enjoyment. Played Moby Dick by Ledd Zeppelin.

Exactly like all those years. When he first found out, if Mas Tama has a hobby of playing drums. The instrumentals played were the same type.

That moment as well, he immediately fell into the deepest sea trough. With a tight chest withstanding the pain that is very painful.

It's back destroyed.

It's even getting ruined.

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Tama

Riyadh and Wisak were right. He really wanted to hit someone. And a set of drum musical instruments is perfect impingement. A type of exit strategy low impact (the way out without the adverse effects caused).

Moreover, coupled with a festive welcome from the visitors of the sky bar. Characterized by a boisterous clap that echoes. Sometimes it even sounds a tantalizing scream. Makes him more excited about the things in front.

Now the sweat is definitely flowing profusely flooding all over the body. Along with the rhythm of his punch that is getting faster.

But he and Riyadh can still throw each other off laughter. The real evidence if a man is still a man. They need fun toys as mind-setters and impingements. Nothing has changed.

It's almost at the end of the song. When disaster suddenly comes uninvited. Just when his eyes, accidentally caught the shadow of the presence of the figure of Kinan with Om Pram.

In just one blink of an eye, the cheer suddenly turned disastrous. The entire body functions suddenly messed up by itself.

And when Riyadh with great enthusiasm for being filled with euphoria asked, "Next?"

He just put on a sour face. Prefer to put the drum stick in place. Then just leave.

Leaving Riyadh astonished by his miraculous behavior. At the same time ignore the cries of the visitors, who asked him to return to play.

"Where's the toilet?" the question was fast, in a uniformed officer who was first found.

And once inside the toilet. He rushed straight to the front of the closet. Then spit out the entire stomach. With no exception.

Concrete evidence if the emotional side has not completely recovered. It's getting worse now.

He himself could not guess, about how long had been sitting in the toilet. Insert head into the hole of the toilet. To spit out the contents of the stomach in an all-out manner. To make both eyeballs and nose water.

Is he crying?

He was immediately stunned, for the sake of hearing the most brazen question that was somehow thrown by whom. But it sounded so clear it echoed inside the head.

His chest is now full again. Either because of what or who. He does not want to know and does not want to find out. Because his feelings are also like being sliced sembilu. The pain mixed with the pain that rained.

He laughed again to himself. The most bitter and pathetic-sounding laughter ever. Then rush out. Approaching sink. And wash your face there.

Fortunately, the toilet was empty. Only one or two people came in or out. It is the perfect setting for people who are as sensitive as themselves.

Then he turned to look at the glass. And immediately found a wet foreign face. Unknowingly his hand moved rubbing along the sideburn line.

He was also angry. Because I just realized if long time no shave. Makes his face look dirty and unkempt.

He looked back at the glass. This time to pay attention to the reflection in earnest.

He is a grown man. It is not a fragile child that needs a helping hand from someone else.

But the crushing blow that managed to destroy self-esteem, really impregnated and difficult to forget.

Damned!

"Kirain is dead!" seloroh Wisak's. As soon as he saw him walking with shunt steps approaching the bar table.

He just grinned lazily. He sat next to Riyadh.

"They went right away as soon as they knew you were here" murmured Riyadh. Without taking your eyes off the phone screen.

He laughed discordantly. Pretending to ignore.

"Aah!" Riyadh mumbled in annoyance. "What time is it?"

He doesn't care. So too with Vishak. The middle was engrossed in sipping a glass containing a golden yellow drink.

"Sep?" Riyadh spoke on mobile. "Where?"

"Still in the office?"

"Not done yet?"

"My wife hasn't come home yet. Can you please take me to the college?"

He still sat still. While Wisak began to push another glass towards him, which also contained a golden yellow drink.

But he shook his head, "The two drive themselves."

It would be very funny if he got the jackpot then could not go home. Or worse, driving drunk and getting into trouble.

"No! Not the one in Faithful!" riyadh's voice suddenly rose.

Making himself and Wisak look.

"In DU (Duke of Measure) ... DU!" riyadh continued in a voice that sounded increasingly upset.

"Yes!"

Riyadh immediately disconnected the phone with a cloudy face.

"Why?" Wisak raised his chin inquisitively.

Riyadh grumbled, "This hour Inne hasn't come home yet!"

Wisak again sipped his drink. While he chose to order the summer breeze, rather than having to drink the cognac of Wisak.

"Inne kayak has a serious problem with memory," Riyadh retorted. "Udah went to DU many times, his home is still stray too."

"Bring your own car stray?" Wisak cringing wonder.

"Fine angkot," murmured Riyadh with a veiled face.

"Gini day ..." now replace the grumbling Wisak. "Taxi online is everywhere. Why not bring it yourself?"

Riyadh just clucked. Grab a glass of mocktail and take a sip.

"Thank you," while he had just received a summer breeze from the bartender, and immediately drank it.

"Inne can't drive, '" riyadh grumbled. "Even riding a motorcycle can't."

"Tuh ... wedding gift crashing at home never used," murmured Riyadh who again checked the phone.

"Remember ...." Wisak who had either consumed how many glasses of Cognac, now began to mutter in an unclear voice.

"Love drivers .. safe ...."

"From your bini why on the street."

Riyadh just hissed towards Wisak. Then the atmosphere between the three of them was suddenly silent. There was only the sound of people talking to each other around them.

While from the direction of the stage, the sound of stomping music fronted by a famous DJ, apparently has succeeded in burning the dance floor. Creates a low boisterous hot atmosphere.

Yet the three of them remained busy with their respective minds. Not at all affected by the tantalizing frenzy.

Shortly afterwards, Riyadh again picked up the call that went into the phone.

"Yes?"

"OKAY. Thanks, Sep!"

"Acove ... Inne strays again," murmured Riyadh bitterly after putting a cell phone on the bar table. "Good to see Asep."

"Jago also Asep nyari bini lu!" Wisak chuckles.

But Riyadh shook his head, "Nope. Inne himself came to Magna because of straying. Good thing Asep hasn't left yet."

While he did not care at all about the chatter of Riyadh and Wisak. Prefer to take a sip of her summer breeze.

The three of them are now silent again. No one was interested in opening a conversation. All drowning in their own reflection.

The whisper breathes white smoke into the air. Sipping his drink glass occasionally.

While Riyadh is busy in front of the phone screen with a frown.

It is the same as Vishak. Cigarette smoking and hope all fatigue can be lost immediately, along with smoke that soars into the air.

"Good night ..." a gentle greeting managed to shock the three of them. "With the Wisak Cook?"

He nodded in wonder. And so is Riyadh. Demi finds a girl in her early 20s, who has a familiar face. He stood before the three of them with a smile.

Familiar because he knows, the girl is a famous influencer. In recent times it has even appeared on the glass screen.

He and Riyadh had thrown eyes at each other because they did not understand.

But the beautiful girl without hesitation immediately walked closer to Wisak. And take a seat on the left side of Wisak.

Sontak made himself and Riyadh back to throw one another look. But this time, he grinned. Once realized, if Wisak indiscriminate in launching the womanizer virus.

"Gua unplug first," Riyadh kept the phone in his pocket. "Seven o'clock in the morning there's a meeting with the Provincial Government."

It also evaporated. Following in the footsteps of Riyadh packing. After previously putting a sheet of rupiah on the table.

"Hurry very, still late afternoon," Wisak chuckled happily.

But he and Riyadh are already on the rise.

"Thanks, bro," Riyadh said, waving at the beautiful influencer next to Wisak. Then he nodded, "Let's ...."

"Where are you in a hurry, Om?" the young girl.

Made him soundless. While Riyadh only smiled wryly because it was called Om. Though Wisak was called Mas with a very sweet tone.

"Still his treat," he patted Wisak's shoulder briefly before stepping away.

"Eh, you're pulling too, Tam?" Wisak looked at him in disbelief.

"Udah full," he patted the stomach that had been empty due to vomiting earlier.

"The stomach is full," Wisak smiled ignorantly. "Bottom stomach hasn't been serviced."

He just grinned bitterly. Prefer to wave your hand. Then immediately ran after Riyadh who had first moved away.

And in the elevator they both kept quiet. Until Riyadh came out on the 15th floor. Where they eventually split up. Because he still has to slide down towards the basement.

During that time the empty elevator jumped. There was no one else but him.

Bringing his memories back to drift on the gaping wound.

Some shit, different way, cynical inner.

Now he can understand one thing. That is how he and Kinan were both injured while still together. Getting hurt when they decide to separate. And the wounds were deepening even though they had completely separated.

The wounds that come from the perfect blend of anger, hurt, disappointment, sadness, and regret.

The other side of the couple who decided to split up. Especially having a baby. It rarely comes to the surface.

Ting!

The opening of the elevator door immediately managed to disperse the daydream.

And while stepping out, the deepest recesses of the heart seemed to whisper even though it was still covered in a glimmer of doubt.

You need medicine.

The effective medicine.

He immediately set foot long to the place where his vehicle was parked. With a head filled with questions. And one of the most disturbing ones is,

Where can he find a cure?

Can he find her?

Or will he continue to wallow in wounds, until all self-esteem is exhausted no longer?

***

Remarks :

The iddah time: is the waiting time. The period in which a woman who has been left dead by her husband or divorced because of talaq. To wait and refrain from marrying another man.

The iddah period is divided into several provisions :

First, the woman who died husband and in a state of pregnancy, then her intention is to give birth. Based on QS 65:4.

Second, the woman who died of her husband and was not pregnant, then her identity for 4 months and 10 days. There is no difference between women who have not menstruated, still experiencing menstruation, or have stopped menstruating (menapouse). It also makes no difference whether you have been with your husband or not. Based on QS 2:234.

Third, the woman who divorced her husband in a state of pregnancy, then her idd until giving birth.

Fourth, women who divorced husband, not in a state of pregnancy, have been mingling with husband and wife, and have/still menstruation, then his iddah is three times quru. Based on QS 2:228.

Fifth, the divorced woman is not pregnant, has never been married, and has not menstruated or has menopause, so the idea is for three months. Based on QS 65:4.

Sixth, a woman who is divorced but has never been with her husband, then there is no iddah period for her. Based on QS 33:49.

As for the month that became the benchmark of the calculation is the month of hijriyah (source about the chapter of the iddah period taken from : nu.or.id).

Summer breeze: is a drink made from a mixture of orange juice, blue-colored soda, as well as enoki mushrooms as a filling. The taste is fresh, with a little sourness from oranges (Wikipedia).

Mocktail.: is a combination drink of juice or fruit juice, with a variety of soft drinks (idntimes).

Jackpot.: is consuming too many alcoholic beverages. Until becoming drunk, dizzy head, vomiting, sometimes until unable to stand.