Trapped in the Love of the Past

Trapped in the Love of the Past

My marriage to Mas Rendy has been going on for a year and a half. And now we both have a beautiful daughter named Nayla. Our daughter is now six months old. Thank God we are living a very happy and much better life than before.

Mas Rendy and Mother-in-law who love me very much. They always give me happiness. I really don't want moments like this to disappear from my life. I want to be like this forever.

Not only that, as long as we are married, the business we run each is very developed rapidly. Even me and Rendy can open a branch in this city.

Yeah, I opened a bakery and a salon. All of them are employees who handle my efforts. I'm busy with my family and sometimes I just come in for a little check. Not infrequently sometimes Mother-in-law also helped me to check the salon or cake shop. Because I have to focus on Nayla.

The salon in my hometown is run by my sister, who happens to be proficient in salon business as well. Because he taught me a few times. So that the salon in Salatiga can still walk.

While Mas Rendy opened an angkringan business and there are several branches. Alhamdulillah Mas Rendy business is also always crowded with visitors. Because the design of the place made is very attractive, so the attractiveness of the buyers is very much. The place is very cool to hang out with a very syahdu natural atmosphere. And this angkringan is also open until late.

I spent my day with happiness. I just hope that this happiness will never go away. And I can also forget the past so bleak. Where I often commit sins. Sorry, there must be that word. And I hope it doesn't happen again. Because it's not my will either.

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Suddenly I was reminded of my two best friends who were in the city of Semarang. I feel like I miss them. Maybe they remember me. I wanted to call her, but I forgot that my old phone was gone.

Then I took the initiative to open a social media account. I want to find Rere and Andry. Wanted to ask them how. I hope they are okay.

After I found Rere's social media accounts and I scrol the double, how shocked I was. There is a wedding photo. And I pay good attention, if the photo on Rere's porch is Andry as the groom. Her female partner is Rere. In my heart full of questions, are the two of them married?

If yes, I am very happy. Because they both got married and I didn't expect either. That soul mate is not going anywhere. Because it will unite by itself.

I sent a message through my Facebook account. I happen to be friends with him. But when I married Mas Rendy all my photos with Mas Rohman I deleted. Not only that, I also replaced the profile photo with a photo of a veiled woman. And I changed my account name too. That's what I do to avoid things that I don't want. After that, I never opened Facebook again. Even if it opens, I'll just take a moment and just look. Never again have I uploaded a photo of myself and my family. Because I don't think everything should be notified on social media. Yes this is who I am now, because it is more often busy with family and business.

[Assalammualaikum, Rere. How are you doing? Do you remember me, your old friend Lissa?]

[I congratulate you on your marriage to Andry. I'm so happy. I didn't expect that you two would be in a match. May it last until death do us part, yes. And hopefully soon given a momongan.]

[Vaalaikussalam, Lissa. Thank God I'm okay with Andry. You how are you? May you always be healthy.]

[Where have you been, say? I found you, it turns out your account changed your name and photo. Sorry I really don't know if this is your account. I tried to contact you via whatsap but your number is off. And thank God you have finally called me.]

I told you all about my journey after being left behind by Mas Rohman. From A to Z, in my present life. Rere was surprised by my story without anything I made up. He was very sorry for my life and he also apologized for not knowing about it. But now he is very happy to know that I have lived happily. And Rere also congratulated me on my present life.

Our conversation didn't get here. Rere asked for my phone number and then made a vidio call. Because he's eager to see my little princess. And we were joking around with each other on a vidio call. Not only that, Mas Rendy and Andry were also present at the vidio call.

And we took the initiative to meet. Mas Rendy will visit his father's grave. He was buried in Semarang when his father died.

I thought of Mas Rohman. I also intend to visit his grave and send prayers. Because we were married once. Although now Mas Rohman has gone far, but it was once in my heart.

We arranged a meeting and asked Mom for her permission. Rita's mother allowed it, but she couldn't come because of other business. We both didn't dispute that. And I also asked Mas Rendy for permission to visit Mas Rohman's meal. He also did not mind and allowed it. Thank God he is a very understanding and kind husband to me. I'm lucky to have it. He was very royal to me. Always give without asking. Moreover, the money matters, he never counted. All he gave me.

Not only Mas Rendy, my Mother-in-law did too. He was very royal to me too. Not infrequently he gave me jewelry and money which amounted very little. I have often refused, but Mother is often sad if I refuse the gift. Though I myself also have income and money for living from Mas Rendy is more than enough.

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Today is the day that Mas Rendy and I will head to the city of Semarang. Nayla, I put her in my family's place first. We passed by and stopped by to see Mom. Because there's no way I'm taking Nayla to the tomb. Afraid if why say people used to pamali.

Thank God my husband and I are in Semarang. We headed to my father's grave first and then to Mas Rohman's. We are sending prayers to the deceased. After that we both went to a mosque to clean ourselves and perform the prayer.

Now I, Mas Rendy, Rere and Andry have gathered at a cafe. We missed after so long without seeing each other. Until it was not my power and Rere had shed tears. Thank God, we are now just as happy.

EXPIRE.

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