Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

245. Life After Divorce

Pov Hilman's.

I saw him. The woman who had been sincerely with me for seven years in a very beautiful marriage, stood with a handsome boy beside her. He was silent in his place, looking straight at me until I missed him so much.

I wanted to run up to her, but it was impossible because the child she was holding was very similar to the man who now had her husband. Yes, he belongs to someone else. It officially belongs to someone else.

My longing was unstoppable, although this heart said no, but the body seemed to have betrayed until this leg began to move. However, his movements now came to a halt as a black car stopped in front of him and then descended a handsome man in neat clothes out of there, making my steps stop. My heart is shrinking like something losing air.

Conscious of this self, staring at the clothes that are now attached to my body. There was no way I would appear before him with this kind of appearance. Like the earth and the sky, though I was very sure that if his heart was still the same, it would not distinguish with status. However, this guts seemed to be slapped for a number of times. Must be willing to let go, must sincerely let him be happy with the others. Now, I can only look at her before she leaves. I decided to get out of there before I lost my mind and forced him down.

His car has now disappeared mingling with the crowds of vehicles on the streets. I could only stare at him from behind the car near me.

For almost a year we have been separated as husband and wife. It was my fault that he divorced me. Nearly five months ago we last met. Honey, I'm scared because I don't know how to ask her to come back and decide to kidnap her and make her hate me even more. I don't know what demon possessed that moment. I just want Ayu back.

I don't know if my sins are forgiven or not. Either he hates me or he doesn't, but I'm not sure about that either. Hopefully Ayu is still the same woman, forgiving and also airy heart.

"Mas Hilman's. To mushola change yes. Want to eat, nih," said one of my colleagues while giving some numbers on a small paper in his hand. I received our own unofficial parking paper. If there is a police raid of course our existence will be a problem and we will be fined for it. But what else can we do? This is the only temporary job I can do.

"Oh, yes. Go ahead, deh. But don't be long, yeah." My love.

"okay." The young man whose age was far below me waved his hand and went from before me towards the tent stall that was not far from the mall where we were making a living.

I continued my work. Although the results are not much, but quite, rather than having to be unemployed. The black notes on me made it difficult for me to be accepted into the company, also because I was no longer young to apply for a job. Now is the time for the younger generation. I just resigned, maybe this is one of the karma that I got because of the fatal mistakes I made in the past.

If only I had balked at mother's proposal, I would still be with Ayu. If only I had according to what Ayu said to take the foster children from the orphanage, maybe I would still have stayed with Ayu as well. All is possible, even though in reality I don't know for sure.

"I'm sorry, Yu," I murmured softly. It's always what I say even though he never heard it.

I was so ashamed of what I did to Ayu that I could not meet her.

The phone rang loudly. The obsolete cellphone that I got from an exchange and buying and selling hp now I no longer ignore how old and outdated in the present. In fact, even if I resell it, it is only offered at a price that is not worth it in my opinion. I'm getting used to living as a lower class, have a bad phone now have to be able to thank him. Unlike the old days when it was still successful, being able to buy what I wanted was easy.

"Mahilman!" call someone on the phone. Another voice rang out loud near the mother, crying.

"Yes, Mom? Vita why, Mom? How crying?" manyworry.

"I don't know, it's fussy. Mom's dizzy with her. You're spitting home. From this afternoon nagis continued not to be silent," said the mother began to sound annoyed.

"Mom, can't you foster in a minute? Hilman's working again, ma'am. It's not good to go home often, "I asked a little withholding annoyance.

"If he doesn't cry, it doesn't matter. Mother's head was dizzy from earlier, Vita cried continuously!" Mother was no less upset, even a little high tone of voice. Vita's cry also sounded louder, making this self confused.

"I'm calling Mother Goddess, huh. I don't feel good about the others coming home now, Mom."

I can only sigh violently. I just got here at two o'clock, there's no way home. It doesn't feel good to keep leaving work even if it's not company-related.

I turned off the call and didn't pierce the mother's call. Already dizzy themselves face the same thing almost every day.

Ma'am Dewi's number, a neighbor who has two houses from his mother, I press. I hope he doesn't go out.

"Hello, Ma'am?"

"Yes, Man? What's up?" ask for a voice from across there.

"Bak's home, isn't he? Hilman wants to ask for help, can't he? Mother called, Vita cried. Can you take care of Vita?" tanyaku.

"There's at home. Yeah, deh. Mbak goes to the budhe house now," he said.

"There's a lot of ya, Ma'am."

"Yes, you're welcome."

My call was closed, very relieved when I was in trouble there was still someone who wanted to help me. Sister Dewi is my neighbor, also my upperclassman when from Elementary School to High School. We were quite close because we were friends from childhood and often traveled with others. Old village children are not like children today who only play gadgets and seem closed. We used to play on the river, even wet without clothes. Sometimes catch grasshoppers in the rice fields to take home and cooked with spicy seasoning as a side dish of rice.

"Sir, sorry. Help me. My bike was there" said a young girl pointing at the motor not far from me. He gave me a parking number.

"Yes, Mommy." The motor he meant I took out slowly, very carefully so as not to nudge the other motor and make a defect. Parking fee of two thousand rupiah he gave afterwards.

"Thank you, sir," said the girl, then along with her friend got on the bike and left.

Sir. That's what they call me now, when I'm not too old. It is still a few years until we get to forty.

The money in hand looked shabby, never expecting my life to be like this. In fact, the money that I used to ignore is now very valuable. Sometimes, if you have no money at all, finding a dime or a sheet of two thousand rupiah in your pocket is very big for me. Happiness is infinite when I used to be nominal money is often ignored. Not bad, for a snack Vita at home.