The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 52

Time passed by without me being able to control it. Everything that must be missed is completely passed and forgotten. It was also about the guilt I was experiencing.

It's been three months since my wedding day. Valdi and I have returned to the city where we seek sustenance.

A week ago, on Saturday. The priest called me, he told me about the birth of his son. Happy to see every word he said to me. Muhammad Imam Arsad the name of the boy. He was called Arsad or Ar.

I just shook my head to hear the reason behind the name given to the son. The priest told me that if he misses, he misses calling Ar by name every day. That makes no sense, right? I even thought that the Imam's brain was shifting when he found the reason. But that's how he is, will still be cool to do it.

Even very wife had said that her husband wished his son could be as blank as me.

"You don't know, I was jealous. When I saw the arrival at my wedding reception. The views of Imam are very different. From there, I thought it was Mas Imam's girlfriend."

I was silent, confused to answer how.

"I asked the Imam. The answer remains the same, he says you're just friends. But the look in the eyes of Mas Imam is very different when talking about Mbak Ar. I think there's something with you guys. That's why I asked to move to Nganjuk, mbak. If it's still in Jajag, I'm afraid I might come to take Mas Imam from me. How do I fare?"

I chuckled, said Lita, the wife of the Imam very tickled my ears. I was even at a loss to mention what our relationship was in the past. But I choose not to mention it. Let it be, the memories used to remain the memories stored behind the story of Hotel and Restaurant MJ.

"We were friends, even very close. He knows about me and vice versa. We're used to telling stories, and it's been going on for a long time. Since we both worked together in one place. Hence, I hope you can sort out our closeness. And don't be suspicious of anything. Anyway, I'm married now. Wherever I might take it from you. There's just, my goodness." I'm back to chuckling, man,

It was not wrong what Lita was afraid of. And that is very natural to happen, as a woman especially who has become a wife is very vulnerable to that thought.

"Fel."

"Yes." Yeah."

Laughter sounded across there. I snorted at the Imam's behavior. I switched the call to vidio mode, so I could clearly see the sweet scene of their little family.

Arsad is seen in Lita's smiling sling. The young mother looked healthy with a body that still looks contained.

"When do you plan to come back here?"

"Wait if he's strong under go long distance first. It's too small now." Lita explained. I nodded in understanding.

"Cepet made it yourself, Ar. Make it more puffy than Arsad." Priest Chirps

"Think of fry what can be directly so. It's been a lot of work, but maybe it's not time yet."

"Yes too, you've only been married a few months. Mending the rise of a lotin, mumpung no one ngerecokin right."

"Get odong odong." Delikku's upset.

Lita left, the Imam's wife asked permission to suckle I Arsad. The adorable baby seems to be getting sleepy and should.

"Ar, are you still in touch with Pri?"

After just the two of us, the Imam turned to the terrace of his house. The young man looked fatter. Seen from his tight arms and chest as well as his cheeks that were increasingly filled. He seems to be very happy, and I am grateful for that.

"Not since that night."

"Have you tried to contact him?" I'm shaking.

"He changed the phone number, it's also getting crazy. His job is drunk now, he's back to what he used to be. She was devastated by her family's rejection of you. But it's worse now. I myself am confused as to what to call him now. Sometimes he was so friendly to welcome me but sometimes also rude. I'm having a hard time recognizing her again."

I was silent, completely inexhaustible with what Mas Pri did there. That bad I hurt her? We are both equally hurt.