The Return of Lost Love

Try hard and strong

Arsy and Hanum enjoy breakfast with other children, Tara who saw the atmosphere that usually boisterous to and fro made it noisy, now turned more calm. Not only that, every corner looks so neat and diligent. Initially, there were many things scattered and also looked less neat. Now in an instant like magic, it was beyond expectations Tara.

Hanum who saw Tara standing while looking at the children enjoying breakfast, Hanum immediately approached Tara.

"Will Tara have breakfast?" hanum asked surprised.

"No, just finish the food. Brother doesn't want anything less, and brother can buy fried rice in front." Tara answered reasoned.

"Sister Arsy cook a lot, brother. And brother Arsy has set aside for brother finished cooking. Hanum get it, brother." said Hanum, while Tara nodded.

Not long after, Hanum brought a plate of fried rice made by Arsy.

"This is my brother, the fried rice. It's delicious, even expensive restaurants are less delicious." Said Hanum while giving her fried rice. Tara accepted it and went straight into her private room, Hanum himself immediately left and continued his breakfast.

In his room, Tara tried to taste Arsy's cuisine which he said was not inferior to the cuisine at the Restaurant. Slowly Tara fed her mouth with fried rice, slowly to chew it. Icing for the sake of tasting, fried rice one plate made by Arsy really arouses Tara's appetite.

It turned out to be delicious, but unfortunately not my wife. Inner Tara with origin.

After finishing breakfast, Tara immediately went out.

Suddenly Tara passes with Arsy who also wants to go to take care of her divorce with Darma. Although heavy, Arsy will still take care of it.

"Sister Arsy," cried Hanum calling.

"What's the matter, baby?" ask Arsy curiously.

"Where's Arsy going? you'll be back here again, right?" the answer is back to asking.

"Sir Arsy has some business outside, Arsy's brother will come back here. Hanum don't worry about you, because you're looking for a job." Answered Arsy smiling convincingly.

"Promise yes, sister Arsy don't leave Hanum." Said Hanum pleading, Tara who saw him was moved. Because the arrival of Arsy has a positive effect on Hanum and other children.

"Promise, because sister Arsy does not want to eat for free continue. Brother Arsy also wants to help sister Tara, pray brother yes." Answer Arsy smile.

"Yes, brother. Hanum prays for brother, to be accepted for a job." Hanum then hugged Arsy.

In that case, brother departs yes.you and your friend must study diligently. Don't be lazy, you'll teach after you get home." Arsy replied and then left Hanum.

Right in front of the gate, Arsy is waiting for the angkot to pass. But still no one passed. Arsy is almost desperate, but then what he has been waiting for has now come.

Arsy was very relieved, and kiini Arsy really repeated his life from scratch. The one where he never got in a car, and now Arsy feels it. The air is mixed with pollution, without AC and also very crowded.

While Tara herself ride the tail motor, whereas any car can be bought. But somehow he is more comfortable being an ordinary person.

Not long after, Arsy has arrived at a place where he never expected and thought. But fate says otherwise, marriage is just a whip for her. Not for his entire life, Arsy really did not suspect it. If the age of marriage is only one hundred, no more.

Did my marriage really get here? I must be deaf to lose my hearing. Should I be blind, lest I see her again. And should I be speechless, so that I would no longer explain. Really, I can't afford it. Arsy muttered without being asked to shed his tears, nothing can be refuted. Arsy must sustain his own life, even though his heart is broken and fragile.

"How can I take care of my divorce, the money alone I don't have. The letter was not in my hands, so why did I come to this office. I have to go see Darma, I want to ask you to separate." His grunts and then immediately left the building he hated so much.

Suddenly Arsy met a figure who was not foreign to him, not only that, but a figure that was so disgusting in the eyes of Arsy.

"Darling.." cried Darma calling him. But Arsy immediately ran, but he remembered asking for a divorce with his husband. Arsene finally decided to stop.

Darma runs after Arsy, followed by Zelyn behind him, who runs away.

"Why are you here?" darma asked, looking closely at his wife.

"You yourself why are you here? huh uh?" arsy asked back. Darma is confused to explain.

"Ooooh. You want to divorce me apparently, my talak right now. It's up to you to look at me how many times, 100 times I'm proud." Said Arsy again who was impatient to escape from the shackles of the husband. Zelyn who heard it also smiled cynically.

Darma who listened to Arsy's words also felt powerless, which must accept the harsh reality.

I'm sorry, honey, if I have to say it. Darma muttered with his chaotic mind.

"I'm mentally you, and I'll divorce you." He said a little heavy.

"Less loud, say it again!" snapped Arsy while covering his ears.

"I'm your mentality, and we're going our separate ways." Said heavy.

"I ask for one more time, say it. To let my pain go." Pinta Arsy squatted down and covered both ears and lowered his head while pleading.

"I'm mental. Now you're free of me." Said Darma then dropped his body while crouching and clenched both hands.

"Urus divorce, I'm ready to let you go. Remember that! don't interrupt my life. Never mind my life, I'm sick of seeing you two's faces. And I will never interfere with your life. Let me be happy in my own way." Said Arsy, then left the place that Arsy hated.

May this be the last time I come to this damned place. I won't repeat it. He muttered inwardly as he stepped his feet to leave the terrifying building.

Arsy walked to save his fare, while on foot Arsy looked for a job.

Tired, but Arsy does not give up on starting a new life. Arsy really feels how to live a kara, has no life support other than his legs that can be the support of his life.

Arsy tried to be strong and patient, even though his heart was so broken in the face of such a bitter reality.