The Dilemma Between Two Choices

21. Go home to Jakarta

Some love must be released sadly and you must accept the grievous reality.

Moments later, Andra was in the cabin ready to fly back to Jakarta. She felt sad and disappointed by what happened to her. Andra did not intend to divorce his wife at all but Nafesa himself provoked her anger.

Nafeesa was so tired of crying without her realizing that she had to fall asleep in a state of sleep on the floor.

Reality does not always go hand in hand with hope, but that does not mean we have to be struck by despair.

Andra had arrived in Jakarta, but she did not go straight home. He spends his time alone in his apartment. Until dawn before then he can fall asleep after spending a few bottles of alcoholic beverages.

The apartment was usually clean and tidy, that morning was already a mess. Everywhere there are bottles that roll over and some food packaging and cigarette butts also add to the list of objects lying on the floor.

Somehow he didn't want to meet with Lidya's wife at the time, Andra was still thinking about the new reality he knew if his legal wife who became the favorite daughter-in-law of his parents turned out to be unholy again and how angry his wife for him did not want to be honest about it all the.

The morning sun greets the earth with its glittering light. Nafesa only woke up when the sun was already high in the eastern horizon. He blinked his eyes repeatedly. He fell asleep on the floor barefoot and blankets that protected his body from exposure to the cold ac.

"Thank God it's morning, I have to pack up all my things immediately."

Nafeesa got up and walked into the bathroom. He wanted to wash his face with water. He walked to the glass mirror in the bathroom. Nafeesa looked at his face carefully.

Blackened eyelids, slightly swollen, flushed nose and disheveled hair. She recalled the incident yesterday in which Andra her legal husband had dropped talaq on her.

Slowly her tears rolled back down her cheeks. She cried tears of joy at the words of Andra who accused her of having an illicit relationship with another man. The accusation was more painful he felt than when Andra mentioned the word divorce in front of him.

"Oh my God, how else should I be? There's no way I'm going back to Mas Andra's house, Grandpa's house is also sure they'll reject my presence even more papa and mama blatantly dislikes my presence in her family."

His body sat on the closed, with the roar of his tears continuously drenching his cheeks. Inevitably he must immediately decide to go back to Jakarta or to other places.

And today is also the last day he stayed at Hotel Nusa Dua Bali. She was confused about where else to go when she had no family. Because the status is only an orphan adopted by the big family of Mr. Brawijaya.

A moment later, he immediately stood up and cleaned his entire body. Dai has decided to leave Bali and wants to go to the house of the orphanage mother who used to take care of him. He said he was the most appropriate place to go.

"Sorry Ma'am, this is XX room key" he said, holding out a key to the receptionist.

"There are still many Mothers who have trusted our Hotel to carry out her honeymoon" with her friendly smile.

"Together Ma'am," he replied and walked away from the place.

Nafeesa again walked to the front of the hotel to wait for Ojol's car that had been booked previously through the green application. Nafeesa occasionally glanced towards his watch.

"Usually if the car message has never been this long," he said who was astonished by the car he ordered had not come too.

Nafeesa was already agitated because the rest of the minutes, the plane will leave for Jakarta City.

"Oh Allah why the driver of the car also did not reply to chat I was not even active number, but had called it he had walked here" he explained with anxiety emanated on his face.

The flight departed at 01:00 noon and it is now 12:40 minutes so there are 20 minutes left from now.

Nafeesa immediately walked towards the highway to hail a taxi that just happened to pass by. Nafeesa walked without regard to crowded road conditions. He was in a hurry and from the opposite direction the car was sliding at medium speed just about to crash into him.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!!"

Nafeesa almost got hit by a luxury black sedan. He was already sitting on the asphalt while the large suitcase he had pulled had been thrown away from where he had fallen.

The car stopped right in front of him and the door of the car opened and came down a man with a suit full of gray. The man was wearing black glasses perched on his nose.

Nafeesa was still trying to get up from her seat, but she almost sat back down because of the sudden pain and pain in her ankle. He shouted back as his body almost dazed over the asphalt for the second time.

If it is no longer love, you better just say it, I'll let it go if you want to leave a wound in the heart. You hurt enough of my heart to love you. I'm gonna explain everything that happened. I end, just get here. Go with him. Consider me who never existed. Please don't hurt his heart, I'm enough.