The Pain of being Betrayed

XX city

As usual, Angga and I always spend time with calls and texts. Maybe this phone stopped connecting when I overslept, when this posel batrai can no longer survive with our ego which forced him to always live full twenty-four hours.

This is a Sunday where I have a day off from work, holidays like this I will benefit from treatment. Be it the body or the face. I don't like to bother parents, when it comes to buying my personal needs. I'd rather set aside some of my school pocket money to buy my personal belongings.

And Alhamdulillah now there is income every month from the results I work, so what do you want to buy.

I've been used to living a hard life since childhood, even when people already have a permanent house made of bricks, we still inhabit a wooden stilt house. When people in between use the school motorbike, my sister and I just walk, sometimes if there is a new rezki can ride the motorcycle. When people already have a television screen with various channels, we are still loyal to black and white television with TVRI and RCTI channels. At the time when people every day the market always eat good with a variety of side dishes, but we can only with salted fish sometimes only white rice in salt baluri.

But no matter what our circumstances were, my family and I were always grateful for the sustenance God had given us.

My dad was just a farmer, sometimes a construction worker.

That's why I don't want to bother my parents with financial problems, because I understand very well how hard the work of the construction workers.

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"Assalamu'alaikum, baby." said Mas Angga when the phone was connected. Well, at this time I and Angga mas again call

"Master, Mas."

"What are you doing, baby?"

"This is another treatment, baby, what are you?"

"Well, it's good that you have to be diligent in care to be more beautiful."

"Must dong, Mas. What are you again?"

"Oiya, this I've arrived in XX city, tomorrow it's new star work."

"Alhamdulillah, may you be at home, Mas. Then if the problem of living and eating you how is Mas?"

"Everything is ready by the party who has his travel dear, so it's safe."

"Thank God then Mas, whose spirit is well worked."

"Yes dear Ku, oya sometime we walk yuk."

"Where's Mas going?"

"To where we first met dear."

"Well, but Sunday, besides Sunday I work."

"Okay, I'll try. Yes you continue there treatment later I call again, not good about the same boss me."

"Well, you have to be careful there. Take care of your heart and mind, don't stay up late, don't forget to eat." I told you because I was so worried.

"Yes, my future wife. Yeah, I hung up on you, Assalamu'alaikum baby."

"Walaikumsalam" I answered and ended his phone call.

*****

After the phone connection broke, I continued my treatment.

When I was so engrossed in a mask on my face, suddenly my phone rang again, I thought it was Angga who called back, apparently it was from a new number, with a little doubt I picked up the call.

"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum."

"Guiland, Ara."

Well, she was Windi Sindiana, my best friend back in Smk, she was the only one I had, well it was just her.

Many things we have been through together, ranging from pulling out of school, going to our weekend ala-ala, and many other fun things that we passed together, like grief passed together.

And our alay calls at that time were Mommy and Mimi. It sounds strange indeed, but well that's how we like the weird, hehehe.

"Yes, really Mii, how are you Mii?" ask Windi

"Alhamdulillah well, Nda. How about yourself?"

"Alhamdulillah is also good Mii. Oya how do you work, smoothly?"

"Currently Nda, it's been a long time since we met, since graduating from Smk."

"Yes, I miss you Mii, when are we going for another walk?"

"I miss Nda too, if I'm usually only on Sundays, besides that day I work."

"Emm, how about next Sunday?"

"Well, if I'm ACC as long as it's Sunday."

"Well, we'll leave together from your house well, I'll ask for anterin with my brother to your house."

"Okay, ready for Nda."

Our conversation has not ended until there, there are many more unfaithful talks that we discussed. Understand that if women have spoken to each other, there are only those who become gosipan material.

After an hour of calling, Windi and I ended the conversation.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Mii. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Walaikumsalam." said me and the phone was cut off.

After calling with windi, there were two sms coming in. I opened it turns out sms from Mas Angga.

In the first message, Angga asked me why my mobile number could not be contacted, and the text came in already from an hour ago.

And the second message contains words that I think are very cornered, there mas Angga as if accusing me of calling with another man. Lengthy mas Angga write so that some of the text is lost, and this is what makes me feel, the words 'Sobagain text is missing', Jeez.

Without thinking any longer, I immediately called Angga mas, I did not want a misunderstanding between me and Angga mas.

In the first call there was no answer, the second call was the same, in the third call was the same lift Angga mas, but he was just silent without the word is not as usual.

"Hallo, Mas. how come he?"

"Mas.". "call me again, but still Angga is silent a thousand languages.

"Mas, I want to ask you the meaning of sms you say like that, as if accusing me of having another man" I said, again my words were not at all.

"Okay, if Mas doesn't want to talk, maybe when Mas called earlier I again called my best friend, windi. So I couldn't connect when Mas called me. It's up to you to believe it or not, and one of you doesn't think I have another man. Because there is not the slightest intention in my heart to betray this relationship of ours, and I am also not a lazy woman who likes to spread heart and feelings in every man. Because I still have self-esteem." obviously I was at length excited because I held back tears.

Pain is indeed, when we are accused without proof by the people we love and care about.

I know maybe it's a form of love Angga mas against me, in the form of jealousy. But the jealousy this time was unreasonable in my opinion, which made this heart a little disappointed and sick.

Without waiting for an answer from Angga mas, I immediately hung up the phone.