The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 2

The sound of an incoming call broke my daydream. Not wanting the sound to wake my husband who was still asleep I finally picked up the phone in a quiet voice.

I went to the sofa in the corner of the room. Repeatedly I took a slow breath to calm my racing heart.

Priyadi.

Name in the call. I slide the green button after I feel a little calm. I got the lyrics to the clock on the wall, right at 12 p.m.

"Dear."

I was silent, my lips felt like speaking.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tonight I'll talk to you. I don't know why I can't close these eyes."

Frustrated speech.

A week ago I made my decision. I have also told her everything without anything else I cover up. I even told her that this day and date I would get married.

I never knew how deep she loved me. All I know is that I love him. Even about love, I still mean everything.

Relationships that are always fortified with opposites frustrate me. My only desire is one, out of everything that makes my head feel broken.

If I could scream as loud as possible to throw away all this chest-stifling burden. Maybe it'll all be over soon.

"That, honey!!"

His call broke my daydream that somehow ignored him for how long.

"Yes." Yeah."

" Even daydreaming, I want your company tonight. Didiemin anyway."

Um.

I can only swallow my saliva and breathe deeply.

I looked at the figure lying with the blanket on my bed. Aware of the presence of this person who deserves everything for himself. But still, my tongue is really a leg to speak.

"Why are you weird tonight? Yang. Two more days, right?"

The question confused me, thinking and remembering. But I never got an answer about the two days he meant.

"What's two days?"

"Your wedding!!"

Deg

I was silent, it was messed up my heart. Hearing ******* his heavy breath and the noise coming out of his mouth made my breath suddenly tight. My tears are dripping without me preventing them anymore.

Sobbing with a stifled voice.

He's in a bad state. One conclusion I have drawn. Pri will give a drink as an impingement if he is upset. I don't know when he started that habit.

The length of our separation time used to make a lot of gaps that were never seen. Communication that was cut off even the distance that made us no longer able to just know each other's condition.

Even the reunion with her happened because of something unexpected. But everything makes the biggest dilemma that comes back. Along with the love that grows again without wanting to see time.

There is no one to blame or question. Because love chooses its own story and also the path it will go through.

I sighed softly. On one side I have prepared and determined to let go of all. But on the other hand, my heart is still adrift with his name. 17 years started with monkey love, separated by circumstances and maybe it should have been so.

Yet again and again fate toyed with our hearts. The meeting unintentionally messed up a neatly arranged path.

"Sorry." I looked slowly.

"Why?"

"Tonight is my wedding night. And this is my first night."

With trembling lips I tried to hold back my tears. By my will to escape from this endless bondage of love.