To Mutia

Disillusioned

Ghifari Ardhan's. The owner of the name had stopped in his heart many years ago. He remembered that Ghifari Ardhan was his upperclassman who served as chairman of the osis while in vocational high school a few years ago. Ghifari was in third grade, while she was a new student herself.

Their first meeting occurred when Mutia was mistaken for a class upon her return from the computer lab. Because at that time the twelfth grade was doing an internship for three months, while the tenth grade students were occupying it. Mutia forgot, that the second floor space that had been occupied by new students belonged to the twelfth class of Sales department and the tenth grade had been moved to the room near the back of the school cafeteria.

At that moment Mutia felt really embarrassed. Moreover, the attention of all pairs of eyes was on him, making Mutia feel like raw meat that was being targeted by dozens of hungry lions.

"Am I being called to the teacher's office?"

Suddenly Ghifar approached him with a friendly smile. Mutia got to know the man during the welcoming event of the return of the apprentice students and the teachers introduced some of those who had positions. One of them is Ghifari Ardhan who is the head of his school osis.

"Mr Marlina must have been looking for me, because I didn't come back after the copy of the paper she asked for, right? That's why Miss Marlina told you to check on me in class." Ghifar blinked his eyes once. And as if understanding Ghifar's wink, Mutia nodded slowly. Then with a smile Ghifar invited Mutia to go out.

"Sister," Mutia called Ghifar as they were descending the stairs. "Thank you for helping me."

"Sama-sama." Ghifar's smile felt as warm as the morning sun, making Mutia dazzled and instantly respect her upperclassmen.

After that day, they became close. Often spend time resting together, of course, when Kavira and Arumi do not accompany Mutia. Frequent dining out, sightseeing, watching the cinema and Mutia also regularly accompany Ghifar playing futsal, swimming, basketball practice, karaoke or just a gathering with friends Ghifar.

Intense interaction outside of school, successfully fosters a feeling of privilege. At the beginning of the even semester, Ghifar expressed his feelings for Mutia in the parking lot during school hours. Making some students who intend to go home, delay their intentions and instead watch the chairman of the school ask the tenth grader to be his lover.

Honestly speaking, Mutia actually had no more feelings for Ghifar. Their closeness so far, Mutia considered nothing more than a friendship. He wanted to refuse, but when he saw the large number of people around them, Mutia finally nodded her head. There was no way he would humiliate Ghifar, dropping the man's pride with a rejection in front of everyone.

"Sister," upon arrival at home, Mutia asked Ghifar to take her for a moment, because there was something he wanted to say. "What was parked..."

"I know you don't have the same feelings as me." Ghifar spoke first. "Ah...no, not yet."

Mutia frowned.

"Give me a chance, Mutia. At least until I graduate, hold on as my lover. If until graduation day comes, you still can't love me, then I'll let you go."

At Ghifar's request, Mutia agrees to remain his lover. Months later, graduation day arrived. Just as Ghifar receives a letter of approval, the man asks about Mutia's feelings for him.

"My feelings are still the same, brother." Mutia's answer reduced Ghifar's happiness. "But I feel comfortable with my sister."

"Don't you want to go to pilot school? And also leave this town."

"Leaving this city doesn't mean we're breaking up. Besides.my family's still here. I'll come home often to see them and you. So... Will you stay with me?"

Mutia nodded in agreement and their relationship continued despite having to be separated by distance and time, and not infrequently quarreled just because of trivial things. But their relationship persisted, until two and a half years ago Mutia suddenly sent a message to Ghifar, which contained a farewell message. Ghifar, who was on his first flight at the time, could not meet Mutia for an explanation. And a few months later he received word from his schoolmate, that Mutia was married.

Ghifar was disappointed, angry and hurt. For years he tried to make Mutia love him, but the woman actually married another man. Finally, Ghifar decided not to return to the city of birth, so that he did not want to meet Mutia and destroy the household of the woman he loved. Ghifar decided to settle in Bali, living with his brother.

And now, fate has reunited him with Mutia. The feeling of disappointment that was still deeply rooted in him, made Ghifar choose to act as if he did not know Mutia. Perhaps this is best, forgetting the past and starting a new story, the inner.

"Ghi, don't look at Mutia like she's your enemy." Lamia's reprimand managed to pull Ghifar and Mutia from memory a few years ago. "The matter of beating this morning, right, Mutia's sorry."

"Stay away. Sorry, can't fix anything. The wound I received, won't necessarily heal just because of an apology."

As he spoke, Ghifar did not turn his gaze away from Mutia who was hiding her face. He believes Mutia must have known that his words had just been, referring to events many years ago, not just the beating he had.

"Alright, it looks like Ghifar needs a break to calm his emotions. So, we better give him some time." Azril opened his mouth, then looked at his wife. "I'll take you back to the office."

"No, A'. I'm not allowed to go back to the office."

Azril nodded, before turning to look at the bowed Mutia. When Azril called Mutia, he panicked when he found her pale face covered in cold sweat. "You sick? Your stomach is cramping?"

The worried sentence that Azril released made Lamia also panic. The twenty-seven-year-old woman got up from sitting down and immediately held onto Mutia's arm. "The incident must have left you in shock and stress. Let's check, yeah. Fear of anything happening with your womb."

"Relations?" Ghifar exclaimed in shock, momentarily directing attention to Mutia's stomach, before looking back fixedly at the pale face of the woman who was now in Lamia's embrace. "You pregnant? Then where's your husband?"

"Introgation, later." Lamia. "I'll accompany Mutia. Can you wait here for a minute?"

Azril nodded. As the figures of Mutia and Lamia had disappeared behind the nursing room door, Azril dropped her buttocks on the chair Lamia had previously occupied.

"A', is the woman pregnant? How could he work for you in such a condition? Then where's her husband? Why would her husband let her work?" Ghifar charged Azril with many questions.