Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)
The SK Part 8
~I don't want~
"You are my only lover, this heart is already adrift by you, I can no longer change it, I can no longer put others in my heart" Cyra looked back at her wedding photo.
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Cyra, wiping away her tears when she heard the knocking of the door, she then opened the door, Her mother-in-law knocking on the door, then went inside her room.
"Sorry Mom, I don't want to talk" Cyra turned her face and spoke a little impolitely to her mother-in-law.
"Mother, not to speak, I just want to tell you that you and Pras will go through the customary process in two days." Lasmi then exited Cyra's room.
after hearing the words of her mother-in-law, Cyra increasingly felt she had no price in the eyes of her husband's family, Cyra felt only as a woman who became a means of repayment of her parents' debts.
"What does I mean to Kalia? am I just a tool? am I just considered a spare woman who can be married in turns? I don't want to!!!" Cyra shouted loudly while throwing things on the nightstand.
Cyra's breath was now wheezing with anger as she cried.
Life is so unfair to her, starting out as the bride of a man who is seriously ill, then finally becoming a divorcee, he still had to marry a man he did not love at all because of a tradition that was not deceived.
"Must I be his wife? when can I achieve my own happiness? I also want to be happy, I want to be free to live my life on my own path of judgment!" Cyra shouted again in her breath that had gone up and down.
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Pras came out of a special room and walked down a hallway made to go to a backyard of his house. On his way out of the hallway he remembered a room he and Ryan used to go to when they felt sad or they were trying to calm down.
Pras opened the door of the room, he went inside and looked around, it was a little dusty, some of the books stored up looked a little outdated when they were not old books.
"This room is no longer taken care of, after I come home from Australia, I will tidy it up and make this room as my secret room, I miss you very much Ryan, this place so many memories of both of us" muttered Pras while continuing to surround the corner of the room.
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"Where is Mas Pras?" jasmine asked Mbok Tar.
Jasmine's eyes wandered around the room in her house, she did not find her brother.
"Looks, I went with you to talk alone" replied Mbo Tar.
"Surely they were in the secret room" Jasmine immediately left Mbok Tar and ran towards the passageway.
Arriving at Jasmine's hallway, she saw her brother coming out from inside the room.
"Mas" call Jasmine.
"Why?" pras asked while closing the door.
"I have an idea for you, that idea will fail" Jasmine said.
"Let's just talk, Mas, there's work to be continued immediately, oh yes, just help find a ring for Cyra, two more days of his customary event" Pras asked Jasmine for help.
"Ashiiaaap, with pleasure, I will carry out the captain's orders" Jasmin said with a respectful hand on his forehead.
"Basic, you!" Pras ruffled Jasmine's hair and her sister smiled.
"Keep trying, Mas, I'll help you get Mba Cyra's heart" Jasmine's inner voice while looking at her brother's back.
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The day changed, Lasmi was busy preparing for the traditional event tomorrow, she contacted some relatives, neighbors and friends.
"Mbok Tar, you and Junet will go to the cake shop, order some cakes that I have recorded on this paper." Lasmi gives a piece of paper to her domestic assistant.
"Well, Mom," She's on.
"Submit an invitation to the guests we invite?" ask Bayu to his wife.
"Have you invited them too?" ask Bayu again.
"Dad, no matter what, he's his family" Lasmi replied.
"Isn't it a problem? we were going to match Pras with their son, "Bayu there was a bad feeling.
"They should understand, we are doing this because it has become a family tradition"
"I actually feel bad too, but how else, after all, I agree more with Pras with Cyra, My heart since the beginning was less with their daughter" Lasmi hid her anxiety in the heart.
"Mom, sir, I'll go first huh"
Jasmine said goodbye to her parents, to carry out the mission from her brother.
"Where are you going?" ask Lasmi.
"I want to buy a ring for Mba Cyra, at Mas Pras' request" he replied honestly.
"No need, Mother and Father have prepared it" said Lasmi who broke Jamine's spirit.
"But, right, Mas Pras wants the beautiful so that Mba Cyra likes, not necessarily the choice of Mother and Father favored Mba Cyra," he argued.
"No matter what she likes or dislikes, she has to accept it, just like this marriage!" Saying Bayu firmly.
At once Jasmine could not say anything more, right said her Father, inevitably Cyra had to accept everything that had been determined by her family.
"Pity your fate Mba" he whispered.
Lasmi who heard a little whisper of her daughter felt sorry for her son.
"Mother, you know what you mean, but unfortunately your Father has arranged everything" Inner Lasmi.
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Cyra in her room was thinking about something.
"I have to run away from this house, I don't want to get married again" she said
Cyra imagines how she can escape from this heartless family home, according to him.
"Look at it, I'll derail this customary event! I will disappear in that way and you will bear the shame" said Cyra, determined to escape.
Cyra began to tidy up some of her clothes, not so much stuff in this room, as long as she was married one year, Cyra rarely bought anything, all the things she had were gifts from her late husband.
"All this is from you, I will bring it to remember you always" Cyra said as she stuffed the clothes into the backpack she used to carry when she first set foot in the Prawiro family home.
Cyra silently looked for an opening to take her backpack to safety, and she picked it up when she ran away.
Crya turned to her right and left to sneak out of the house, if she was caught carrying a backpack out of the house, then her plan would fail miserably.
"It looks like they're busy" he muttered continuously monitoring the surroundings.
Cyra walked back, after passing through several rooms, her mother-in-law appeared with her father-in-law who came out of the main room, Cyra immediately hid.
"We seem to have to go to the Mall first, there are some that you have to buy" Lasmi said as she walked out of the house.
Cyra peeked back, seeing that both of her in-laws had already gotten into their car and their car then exited the gate.
"It's a very good opportunity"
Cyra again continues her journey to the right hideout for her backpack.
"Haah .. done" Cyra was relieved to have hidden her backpack.
Cyra walked back into the room and headed to the kitchen.
"I have to petrify Mbok Taar for the last time, before I run away from this house" Cyra said, stepping rhythmically.
Cyra was already thinking carefully about her decision to get out of this house and leave behind a family she thought did not consider her presence at all.
"Bok, how can I help you?" cyra asked as she arrived at the kitchen.
"No need Non, everything is done, Mbok also wants to go to order a cake, for the traditional Non and Den Pras" said Mbok Tar with a face that sumringah.
