The Pain of being Betrayed

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After all the events were finished, when his mas Angga also paid to go home.

"Ma, Mum. I want to go home first, thank you for the banquet during my stay here." mas Angga said goodbye to both my parents.

"Yes, both of you have also helped a lot yesterday, next time if there is time to play here" said my father who makes my heart a little relieved, meaning papa likes the Angga mas.

"Yes pah, In shaa Allah if there is time I will come here again." replied mas Angga while glancing at me with a gaze that I can not understand.

Mas Angga is ready with his astribut, jacket and helmet are installed neatly on his body.

"Darling, I'm going home first huh, I'll come back with a proposal for you."

"Yes, I'll wait for it when it arrives, Mas be careful well don't speed it up."

"Yes, yes it's the road well." said mas Angga while advancing his motorbike died I with a longing that is still not treated.

After the Angga mas disappeared from the crossroads, I entered the house as usual, I went straight to my room, because for me the room is the most comfortable place.

There I reflected on all the things that I have passed, thinking about the intentions of Angga mas who want to go to the stage of marriage. There is nothing bad if in my opinion, there is nothing bad, even better if it is old enough and equally able to move. Because it is better because the temptation of the shetan is very strong to commit adultery.

Mas Angga is not my first love. . But he was able to provide comfort for me. compassionate, patient, understanding for a woman like me is all I need.

Back in school, I wasn't the kind of person who would change girlfriends, even my ex could count. My first love was my schoolmate at Smp.

God, I'm confused myself is this really my first love?? But of course I fell in love with him at that time and so did he, we finally made it. But not for long it's just a matter of months finally run aground.

Since then I no longer shines the name of love or whatever the name is, I prefer to be friends than to establish a commitment.

Until finally getting into Smk, it turns out we were found again. He also enrolled in the same school as me but was different vocational. I'm in Accounting while he's in TKJ. But still we did not greet each other because of one thing when we broke up first.

And finally in second grade Smk I got close again to one of the students there sales vocational boy. People are calm to say a lot, handsome according to Ku is also high, but it did not last for a month only.

The story of my love journey did not get there, one day I was known by my aunt and her boyfriend's friend, the first impression I saw was handsome, sweet, sweet, his hair was like Emo's son. I immediately fell in love at first sight.

Finally we made it, we were close even often go together. I was often on the shuttle to school, and with her I felt an incredible affection, can not be revealed. I am the type of person who, when I love and love, it is difficult to turn back, there is no such thing as another love.

Although at that time I knew that he was not a good child in his association. He likes to hang out late at night, loves to get drunk, even more so. But somehow I could love him, I don't know maybe that's what he called love.

Until the moment I introduced him to my best friend when he was at Smp. At first it looks ordinary, they are funny to each other even had my best friend named Fitri was making fun of me because my guy was ugly.

One month after the introduction, many changes I felt. Which usually calls and texts often, usually if I text in reply quickly, but after the incident it all changed not as usual.

And the highlight I feel disappointed is that when I look with my own eyes he again walks with my own best friend. Friends who at that time said that the guy I knew was ugly, even became his lover at that time, miris indeed.

As long as I am, we have never done things that would cost me. He never asked me anything either. Always looking after me, never touching me at all.

And when I'm done, I'm grateful, maybe he's not the best mate for me.

And finally I re-open my heart to the Angga mas. The same thing that I felt when I was with Indra, a great love and affection, which is always passionate.

Now he's getting into a more serious relationship. Who does not want to try, a woman definitely needs certainty in a relationship. Not just to let go of his lust.

Yep, this time I will not waste this opportunity. Whenever Angga wants me I'll be ready to be his wife.

I'm tired of thinking about everything I've been through. I finally fell asleep, and woke up when the ringtone of my phone rang so loud that it peeked at the ears. I saw it turns out the name of Angga mas shown on my phone screen, without thinking about the length of the phone I picked up.

"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum Mas." said me with a typical sound of people waking up.

"Dear Walaikumsalam, you're out of bed huh?" guess the Angga.

"Hehe, yes I fell asleep."

"Emm, here I want to tell you. Once upon a time at home, there was a friend of mine who nawarin work as a travel driver in the city of XX. How do you think?" ask Mas Angga for my opinion.

"Take Mas, it's good enough to add your pocket money, plus also in XX city, it means that our distance is getting closer right?"

Well, XX city is not far from where I live, at most it's only an hour and a half away.

"Well then, tomorrow I will go there, doain I yes dear hopefully always in easy recovery."

"Aamiin O Allah, surely I will always pray for my future husband, so that his status changes to a husband." joked me so that mas Angga spirit again work.

"Iaaang, it's already good at making you now huh?"

"Yes dong, you're the one who taught me the future husband." joked me again.

"Yes, yes already then I want to pack clothes first yes, later tonight we continue to call."

"Okay my dear."

"Love you dear."

"love you too, my dear." answered me and ended the call.