The soul mate YOU sent
The soul mate YOU sent
Prologues
As I had imagined all along, my twenty-third age had been embedded with a simple but beautiful gold ring in my sweet day. But it wasn't this guy I'd imagined pinning a ring on and kissing my forehead on the wedding day.
The figure I expected disappeared without a trace. Baskets swallowed by the earth or swept by the wind. Two months he's gone. Leaving me and the baby.
Chapter 1
Surprise Failed****.
I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought my makeup and clothes were fitting. I decided to wear simple and comfortable clothes considering the current weather is still hot like the previous days. The shadow of a woman who could be said to be quite beautiful with two round eyes narrowed at the end and without eye folds, the lips are tiny but full and red even without the lipstick polish it looks back at me. That's me, Tania Wibisono, a nurse in a children's ward in one of the big hospitals in town. I trim once again the hair fluttering as I can, as if it would be cooler and more practical if I tied it. Yeah, a lot of people say my physical winnowing is pretty interesting. Although not too high and a little contained but can still be said to be ideal. The hour hand has shown ten o'clock in the morning that means I have to leave immediately if I do not want to mas Damar angry because of a long wait.
The sound of a motorbike stopping in the courtyard of the boarding house, maybe the mas-mas ojol has arrived. Immediately I rushed out and did not forget to lock my bedroom door.
There Risa in front was watering the flowers belonging to the boarding mother. She was one of the eleven people boarding this princess boarding house, including me. "Arep nandi Tan?"(where are you going Tan?), asked Risa to me.
"It's customary to meet Mas Damar, wes a week did not meet, kangen lah.", I answered while grinning. "In advance Ris, ntar lek met Lani crapno I immediately sift afternoon from the same meeting Mas Damar.", I said later. I saw Risa raising her thumb a sure sign.
I went to the online project I ordered. After chatting for a while we immediately went to my destination to make an agreement with Mas Damar. If you want to know Mas Damar was my girlfriend for five years. We've been dating since third grade Aq High School, she's four years above me. How can you date? How's meet? Did when I entered High School he must have graduated dong? Such questions often arise from friends who have not known me for a long time.
We met when the school held a grand reunion, as a member of the osis I was obliged to help all the affairs and needs of the event, well that's when I met Mas Damar. Mas Damar Hartadi is a perfectionist, tall, with pure white skin, a well-built body with flaky hair. The carrying is always calm but authoritative. No wonder because he is one of the heirs of the Hartadi family, the owner of a fairly large and famous furniture company in Indonesia. I always felt sheltered every way with him. The one I don't like about him, it's too on time. He'll be angry even if I'm only five minutes late from meeting. Long story short after the event we often relate starting from chat, phone, until meeting, because it was suitable we decided to date after six months of knowing each other. And I'm grateful that the relationship has continued until now.
"Mba' wes nyampek, mbak'e kok ra mudun-mudun opo arep melu me anyway mbak?"(mbak has arrived, mbaknya why not down and down what would follow me yes mbak?), said mas ojol while grinning. Duh shamenya because daydreaming about Mas Damar so it does not feel it has arrived even though the trip just about an hour from boarding. "Mas ojol iso ae, mako my boyfriend ngamok Mas lek I melu sampean."(mas ojol could be, later my girlfriend bersamuk Mas if I come with you), I replied with a laugh. After handing over the fare I immediately passed towards the road.
For some reason starting from college I never get tired of being in this park, we call this place Tugu Square, Tugu Square, well even though the shell is quite hot here because there are no shade trees to shelter like in Alun-Alun Merdeka. It had been my half-twelfth hour to thirty minutes faster, it was okay than Mas Damar who was a lunatic for waiting for me. While waiting for Mas Damar I sat down and remembered my purpose of inviting Mas Damar to meet. Besides because I miss a week just chat, phone and video call. Mas Damar was busy after getting a promotion as a manager at his workplace. I have something to show him. A surprise. About the long flat object with 2 red lines that I kept neatly in the bag. I can't wait to see Mas Damar's happy reaction when I see that thing. The plan made me pregnant successfully. I'm sure Mas Damar will drag me straight home to my parents to ask for their blessing. If this were the case, I'm sure they wouldn't have banned our relationship anymore. A smile rose in my lips as Mas Damar became my husband.
My watch turned out to be at half-time, already thirty minutes from the time of our appointment. Unlike Mas Damar who is always on time, he is the type of person who is on time and will be angry at anyone who is late if the appointment with him. I decided to contact him. Tuuut... "The phone you're on doesn't answer, please call a few more seconds." A familiar melodious voice from the operator. It's been the fifth time I've tried but still not lifted. Let me wait a few more minutes. I saw that the streets were very crowded because there was road engineering, the road right in front of the town hall was closed because there would be an event. I always wanted to get into this Malang city hall building. It is clearly seen the magnificent tall old building the remnants of the existence of other nations in this country.
"What a hot Mas Damar!", my face was a hundred percent bent. It was no longer strong my head seemed to spin and worm2 in my stomach was already screaming. Positively. I hungry. Haha.. I smiled as I stroked my queen's stomach. "We'll eat first yok deck, let father come later", I said at a point in my stomach. Before I left I placed a message to Mas Damar if I want to find lunch first and not far from the Monument Square.
After almost an hour in a house eating the stomach is full, the dizziness has subsided and there is still news from Mas Damar. I've pulled the shift clock at the hospital where I work. With a broken mood and a heightened sense of annoyance I decided to head straight to the hospital.
