
"He's your husband, Ren." Irena's mother who had noticed the husband and wife debate ventured to calm them down.
"Not again, what husband would betray his wife." Irena looked cynically at Dika.
Irena's mother told the two of them to sit on the living room sofa to talk things out. This is indeed the toughest decision in his life, let alone this concerns his son's life.
"Mom already knows everything, son." said Irena's mother slowly to Dika.
"Maybe there are still many shortcomings in the mother's child so you can do that to her. I've tried everything I can to calm Irena down, but all the decisions are in her hands."
"Mom appreciates your courage at home and wants to fix everything. Now I leave everything to you two to speak from your heart to your heart. Remember, after the first opportunity, do not expect a second chance. Irena Mother's child, Mother does not want the mother's child to live in pain." said Irena Irih Lirih.
"Mother back then prepared our dinner later." said Irena's mother.
They've been keeping quiet since Irena's mother left them both. Seemed Dika repeatedly glanced at his wife to treat her longing all this time. While Irena just lowered her head to hold back a circle of tears that were afraid of falling again when she looked at her husband's face.
Dika turns to sit next to his wife, "Mas misses you dear."
"I wish I never came here again." Irena said firmly.
"Irena .. " murmured Slowly, a drop of tear escaped from her eye patch.
"Is there no chance of us being together? Mas sorry. Forgive your mistake." Dika vented his heart.
"Mas promises not to repeat the stupidity that will make you lose. Forgive me for not being nice, hurting you and wasting the opportunity you gave me."
Irena still did not look at him and chose to remain silent.
"Well, I won't force you to go back. But please think, we repeat everything from the beginning again with happy days that we will both pass. Whatever you want, I will do it. Mas will still fight to get you again." said Dika sincerely.
Irena looked up at her husband. He looked closely at Dika towards his two black eyeballs. Instantly his chest tightened, and passed without a word.
"Goodbye to death, Dika." Inner Dika.
She squeezed her hair hard. He didn't know why he kept crying like this. Maybe he was so loving and did not want to let go of Irena. Wanting it to feel he screamed out a tightness in the chest. He must be able to calm down in order to think clearly. Standing up to leave home with shaky steps, to cross paths with Irena's mother.
"Where are you going Dika?" Irena asked with a worried tone to pay attention to Dika's appearance which looked frustrated.
"When you go home first, ma'am." he said.
"Stay here. You guys still need a long time to talk. Keep trying to calm your wife if you really regret what you did."
"It looks like Irena will get even more angry if that happens Mom. Dika does not want to make him more sad with the existence of Dika here. Let Irena think about it once more after what Dika had talked to her earlier. Whatever the decision later, if it is no longer able to be with us, Dika will try to accept it sincerely even though it is heavy." complained Dika.
"I'm sorry for failing to take care of my mother's child whom I trusted Dika, Mom." Dika cried as much as he could.
Dika passed away. He wanted to see Irena who might just be for the last time. If he could, he wanted to turn back time. Back in the old days when they lived happily together.
Although he only saw Irena from a distance, it could at least slightly treat his longing.
Without saying goodbye to Irena, Dika walked slowly step by step leaving Irena's house. There was a doubt to leave just like that when he had managed to meet Irena.
"At least I tried." he murmured inwardly.
On the eighth leg, his steps stopped. There was a person who looked well dressed standing right in front of him. Dika, who had a sad face earlier, showed a faint smile.
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*Awas suddenly smiling herself, could be a sign something is wrong with your Brain 😂😂😂
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