Two Rings

Resignedly

Crushed. That is what is happening in the household life of Dion and Melati, it seems there is no longer any hope to be able to maintain their household.

As if he was at an intersection, Dion did not know which path to take.

A foundation that he had long built with his wife, now collapsed instantly.

Tucked into a regret in the depths of Dion's heart, he regretted having betrayed the sacred promise between the two of them.

But the rice had become porridge, Dion could only resign himself to the line of life that God had destined for him.

Dion did not want to stay silent, he really did not want to part with Melati.

Dion was about to go after his first wife, but she had to resist Melati's intention to ask her for a divorce.

"Where are you going?" Ask Anna's mother.

Dion stopped his steps, looking at his mother.

"I-I have to go catch up with Melati, Mom." Dion answered.

Anna's mother frowned, "don't you see Rissa now?" Ask.

Dion was silent, at a glance he glanced at Rissa who was not looking at him at all.

"But, Mum... I have to prevent Melati from suing for divorce. I don't want to lose Melati" said Dion.

Rissa held tightness in her chest, even though she needed Dion right now, but she could do nothing.

"Rissa needs you right now, Yon. You should think of him too!" Excited Anna's Mother.

Dion was hesitant, but the unexpected thing in choosing Dion at that time. Dion walked away, without poking the mother's words.

"Yon, stop!" Pinta Anna's Mother.

Dion did not hear, he had walked out of the room without caring about his mother and his second wife.

"Dion!"

Rissa held back the arm of the in-laws, shaking her head in a sign pleading with Anna's mother not to chase after Dion.

"Let Mas Dion meet Madam Melati, Mom. I'm fine," said Rissa.

Anna's mother looked at her daughter-in-law with sadness, she hugged Rissa at the side with a sobbing.

Doctor Radit saw the heart-wrenching sight, the woman he loved was now helplessly drooping.

***

There are two meanings when a person shows his smile, first he is really happy. Second, he could actually be disappointed and broken into pieces, but the smile he caused was just a sweetener.

While pensive in the Mother's room, she recalls the mob where the Mother was still with her.

Really, the most painful thing is to miss someone who has left us for good.

Melati's father went into the room, seeing the condition of his son who was more fragile than him.

He sat his body next to the child, gently stroking the top of his head.

"Life is about leaving, and being left behind. Whether it's a temporary farewell, or forever. Patience does not mean being sincere, but if we can be sincere, patience is broad. I know you're down, but I don't want to see you weak like this either."

Melati turned her head, digesting every word that was thrown by the father.

"I know, Dad's down right now. But you can cover everything from me as much as possible" said Melati.

Melati's father smiled faintly, he clasped Melati's shoulders warmly.

"Let's start a new life. Live with Dad, we seek our happiness."

Melati nodded, returning her father's embrace warmer.

Their warmth was piqued, when someone loudly knocked on their door.

Melati's father moved from his place, and immediately found out the figure that was out there.

Soon Melati followed her father, making sure who knocked on the door impolite.

"Dion" he said.

"Dad, I want to see Melati." Dion speaks directly to the point.

Not yet able to answer, Melati had already appeared before Dion.

"What else is it?" Melati asked while crossing her hands.

Dion began to weld, putting on a pleading face greatly.

"Darling, I want to talk."

"Speak what else, Mom? There is nothing to talk about anymore, everything is clear. You just wait for divorce from me" said Melati firmly.

Dion refused no less emphatically, "no. I don't want to part with you, Mel. I still love you so much" said Dion.

Melati smiled cynically, "love? There's no more love between us. And if there is, that love is already divided! Even without permission," said Melati.

Diom is silent, he insists on defending his household with Melati.

"But we don't want to separate, Mel!" Dion.

Melati stared intently, darting something in her mind.

"So you don't want to split up? Then I'll give you a choice. Divorced with me, or with Rissa?" Melati asked Dion the question, just wanting to know what her husband was going to say.

Dion was silent, for some reason he could not even answer the question he was asking.

"Why silence? Hard to answer?" Prosecute Melati.

Dion did not dwell, he was very confused to make his choice.

"Already, Mas. I know you can't choose, right? Besides, even if you choose me. I'll never start with you again." Melati.

Dion fell silent, even prostrating himself before his wife and father-in-law.

"I'm sorry, Mel. Mas please..."

Melati's father looked at his son, asking him what to do with Dion.

"Stand, Mas!" Pinta Jasmine.

Dion didn't comply, he's still in his position.

"I said stand up!" Jerky Jasmine.

"You should know, whatever you do it won't change anything. So I beg you, you get out of my house now!" Pinta Jasmine.

Dion shook his head, "Mas won't leave until you forgive, Mas."

Melati sighed, "I forgive you, Mas. But you have to know, forgive and forget those two different things. I forgive you, but I'll never forget what you did to me, Mom."

"So please, get out of my house. I want to be alone, "Jasmine invites her father into the house, and leaves Dion still in his place.

Jasmine closed the door, even locked it.

Behind the door, Melati hugged her father. There was a sobbing behind the father's back, Melati held back as hard as she could so that her tears wouldn't break.

Melati's father understood very well the feelings of his son, he let his son express all his feelings.

Dion got up from his place, slowly he turned around to leave his father-in-law's residence.

Dion limped, resigned to what would happen to his household.

***

If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't have felt this kind of destruction. I will also never try to get up, and become as strong as I am now.

Thank you for the wounds you gave. God always gives us what we need, not what we want.

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