The Voice of the Husband

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The morning has arrived. Chesa got up and cleaned her body. Prepare to find the husband who has left him alone. Miris.

Breakfast arrived a few minutes ago. Typical Indonesian cuisine. White rice and roasted chicken. Remembering his youth with his two best friends. Staring out the window, a mouthful of rice and side dishes entered his mouth. No taste and taste.

The scenery that was presented also felt empty. Like his world was gone. His love went to pursue another love.

"I'll DM it." the spoon is put back, grabs the phone and opens the camera's picture app.

Instagram friends he found. He DM with formal language. Too busy to start the familiarity as before. The prestige is more dominant. Moreover, the person she chatted with was her own ex-husband.

"He's still the same as before." heart sparkles when reading a reply from his best friend.

The plate now has only a spoon and bone of grilled chicken. The taste came after getting a message.

Chesa hurriedly prepared. Wearing clothes that are suitable for Jakarta which he said is hot. Do not forget to wear a mask to avoid dust and smoke.

Taxi has been ordered. Chesa walked at a fast pace. I can't wait to meet his best friend. He wants to apologize. Of course, with everything that happened.

"Come, Chesa. You can." she braced herself when she was sitting sweet in the taxi.

Jakarta, the city he once visited. A lot has changed. It's getting denser. Inwardly, as his eyes combed the streets of Jakarta.

Housing has been entered by taxi. A sign that in a moment, he will arrive at his best friend's new home. He's impatient. Whether it was to just talk like before or ask about her husband who she made sure had been to her best friend's house. Because her husband's destination to Indonesia is certainly looking for Nara. More precisely, looking for his old love.

"It's over, neng." The driver's voice made Chesa sober. It turned out that he had reached the address given by his best friend.

Chesa held out the money she had exchanged. Without waiting for change, Chesa quickly got out of the taxi. Walking through the iron fence after a security guard opened it. He walked with a mask and perched glasses.

Chesa rang the bell several times to let the occupant out. Impatiently. Chesa's own true taste doesn't know why.

"They?" the occupant of the house appeared with a robe and hijab on his head. Looks beautiful and graceful when viewed.

Maybe that's the one that makes her husband still keep the taste. Her thought.

He was about to hug, but his movements stopped. Back bad taste ambushed to the chest. Remember what he did in the past and what exactly his purpose came. "Hi." just the wave he gave. Lousy.

Nara smiled, opening the door wide. Hugging his best friend who seems lost without a trace. In fact, Nara saw her best friend changed a lot. Not as happy as before.

"Thank you, Ra. You are still the same as before. Nothing changed." the compliment came out of Chesa's mouth after they were just the two of them in the living room.

"Alhamdulillah." Reply from Nara.

"Actually Ra, I'm here to find my husband. I'm sure he's been here." Chesa started the topic early that morning. Nervous, Chesa squeezes her own white hand.

Nara nodded to hear it. He had guessed before. "He was never here."

"When was the last time?" tanyakanya.

"Yesterday." answered Nara honestly.

Chesa nodded her body. Getting closer to Nara. Listen more clearly to the answer from his best friend. Until he forgets, sorry and explanation related to the past that is not yet known his best friend was also necessary. In fact, it's very important.

"Why did he come?" Chesa, who only knows if her husband wants to return, does not know that his husband has come to bring a test for Nara and Naren.

Nara lowered. Then, exhale heavily. "She came to apologize" he replied.

"I'm sorry? For?"

"To my future son and Naren who have been in heaven." the answer this time sounded more subtle.

Tears look to wet the face. Down smoothly about the hijab used. "What do you mean, Ra?"

"Because of Gio's selfishness, I miscarried."

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