The Primadona

Chapter 25 Out of the Black Circle

Out of the Black Circle

Along the way I chose to sleep, letting go of everything. Tired to no avail. Everything was beyond expectations, really never once crossed this mind. Ah, crap! I really have been lost. Never mind, sorry then nothing helped. These eyes are getting sleepy, the sound of Letto's voice drifting from the front seat, making me hypnotized. It doesn't feel like it's just arrived.

"Sorry, Sir. It's the goal!"

"Oh, sorry. I'm so tired." The taxi driver woke me up.

"Return ...??"

"Take it." I closed the car door and nodded.

It's still like a dream. I repeatedly ruffled my hair and irritated gerundel, alluding myself to the carelessness.

Arriving at the apartment, lying down violently on the bed. A moment later standing up, I paced back and forth. This mind floated not because it felt as if supporting the burden of tons. How can anything that never crossed my mind happen, really make my eyes turn red. The crackling jaws held back the anger with clenched hands.

******

Months changed I stayed until the apartment rent was almost finished, it was a sign that had to pay back to make this thought chaotic.Suddenly I remembered Adie Permana, after a long time never once contacted him, after a long time never once contacted him, with a heavy heart trying to contact him.

"Happy honeymoon, man!"

My face felt cramped when Adie talked about it.

"No need to talk about it!"

"Lho, what??"

"Already, Die. You must have known."

The sound of Adie joking makes me want to punch the wall. Murka still reigns over this heart.

Obviously Adie's tone greeted with a tap on the other end of the phone, because I didn't invite her at our wedding.

I also explained for my secret security so didn't invite him. Adie can definitely understand that. No need to explain details.

I finally started to tell you about the successive events that have been happening to me over the past few days. Until my current state is terrible.

Adie cares a lot, she's sorry. But can't do anything. I asked for his help to get back to mine. But this time he couldn't. All is not in my name, that's the biggest mistake I made, too careless. I can only live my destiny.

*****

After a long time I just found out, apparently Clarisa and her men used to secretly intimidate Mozza by sending pictures of my shur during playing fire with him, but at that time Mozza was still polishing everything. That's why it made him so angry. Tolerance was not then used, I still had a forbidden love relationship until engaged. Married to Mozza.

Now this self is racking the brain, how to get the right. This self was pacing around in the room, fidgeting uneasily unable to explain.

I squeezed the hair violently, repeatedly snorting in annoyance. After thinking for a long time, a brilliant idea of tetiba popped into my head.

"Wait, you!" I shouted as I clenched, then hit the sofa hard.

I'm emotional, I tried to pay Clarisa no more response. In the near future, he will leave Indonesia. It said time tried to contact.

Maybe because I was tired I did not feel my eyes slumber, until I woke up the next day when the double rang repeatedly, with a shunt I walked to the door and opened it, when my eyes were wide.

"What the fuck, this?" ask the man standing in front of me.

Apparently, my clothes and things that had been in Mozza's apartment were all returned. I also accept the decision of my former wife who has been round, because there is no point in surviving.

"No idea, sir, Earth. We were just following orders from Mozza's mother" the man explained and rushed away without caring for me.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you, yes!" timpalku while pulling the bag inside.

I sat back on the couch and called Clarisa. So many times he didn't win, but I felt like I wanted to find him again. I have to make a recount, vent this anger on him.

Not desperate, keep repeating, finally sure enough, Clarissa picked up a phone call from me. I told him if I didn't give him the amount of money I asked for, then his collection of indecent videos would spread.

However, he was not afraid to challenge back. Ah, until several times I cursed irritated, then walked back and forth, fretting raging over my soul.

I didn't make sense, called him back immediately and threatened him otherwise I would meet his son and tell him everything about him with the evidence I had on me.

Surely even Clarissa was now softened, finally agreed to all my requests on the condition that I delete all files about anything that concerns the relationship between us first.

*****

I decided to go back to the village after finishing all the business, finally it is now the journey back to the village. By driving a private car even though it is no longer as luxurious as before, it is enough rather than not at all.

The money from blackmailing Clarisa immediately bought me a car, to facilitate my footsteps, as well as what the villagers say if I no longer drive the car when I go home.

*******

Arriving in the village, Ambu also questioned about his daughter-in-law, finally slowly I told Ambu everything, it seemed that the woman who had given birth to me was crying wailing.

I explained that there was something that could not be said that finally made Mozza ask talag from me and I granted his request. Although the weight of my parents' hearts can only give up the decision completely to me again.

*******

Several times Adie again persuaded me, wooing with the lure of confounding. But I have been unanimous in my decision, removed from the frenetic life of the Metropolitan city.

I have had enough sins that I have committed all this time. Fortunately, God still gave me a second chance when I overdosed and almost died.

By undergoing rehabilitation for quite a long time, I escaped the entanglement of the doom-bearer, but could not escape with a life of free se*s that had blinded my senses. Glamour life is one of the causes.

My eyes glared far away staring at the ceiling of the room. It was my vision when Bianca Mariana cried bitterly as I said goodbye to her to end her single life.

Bianca still wishes for love from me. But I explained to her that at that time I had no more taste for her, all the attention that was there for her was no more just a love for a sister.

Disappointed Bianca could only swallow the lava then leave this self. It just so happened that he was visiting alone at Neng Sutiyah's house, when he came with Mozza last day.

Suddenly his reflection bothered me, there was a sense of compassion for him, Bianca now a kara after Haji Romli died, maybe shock over what happened to his son, he said, Bianca was treated badly by her husband when she moved to Jakarta.

Bianca becomes depressed and flees home and decides to divorce her husband. Ah, his shadow continued to tease this heart's deepest recesses.

*****

I also decided to go to his house, on foot to the village road. Finally arrived, it seemed that the aura of the house was now different, maybe because after a long time no longer visited , like there was still sorrow enveloping, the atmosphere was quiet.

Tok .. tok .. tok!

"Assalamualaikum," I said.

Not long, until I finally repeated again, after no more answers I decided to go home soon, maybe the time is not right because it is night.

However, my steps came to a halt as the sound of a greeting reply sounded from within. The door opened and Bianca was shocked by my presence.

I also received it in the living room, in order to avoid slander he said, a cup of coffee accompanied our small talk. Finally he asked me about my situation and immediately explained everything.

"Well, Neng can only say, be patient, yes."

"Thank you, Neng."

"Everything has to be a silver lining, right. A'a Earth?"

"Yes, neng, anyway" I replied with a lethargic face.

Bianca told me many things, about why until the divorce occurred she and her husband. Slowly Bianca began to say that in Jakarta her husband works as a gigolo, then always comparing himself with city women, eventually making him stress and severe depression. That's why he made that decision.

I frowned, pretending not to understand what he was saying. Neng Bianca's husband is a friend of my profession even while exchanging client information with me.

Bianca asked me about my plans ahead. Will I soon find a replacement? Then I asked him, does he want to be a substitute for my lost soul?

The smile was on the corner of his lips. Bianca wants and accepts whatever my past is, good and bad. Then, I explained to her how Ambu hated her, for it was better for me to lose the angel of the world than to lose heaven forever.

"Is Neng ready?"

"Confirm, A'a. Rest assured to me, I will try to reach Ambu's heart, because I'm sure my love for him will he reply With the same thing certainly over time," explained Bianca steady.

******

Until I finally decided to unite our love in the sacred bond of marriage. We live a simple life in the village, like the love story of Si Kabayan and Neng Iteung.

Although the beginning of officially being my wife is not as bad treatment often Bianca received. But I salute, Bianca is steadfast in her promise and finally fruitful. Ambu is now so fond of him, there is no more hatred that used to be spoken of from his tongue.