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Feeling Unloved By Anyone

A car horn sounded at the time Yudha and Vita were doing breakfast. Soon followed by the sound of greetings from a man who entered the house. Quickly Vita headed to the room to wear a sweater and bergo to cover part of his body that was previously open.

“You leave together or not, Bang? Already this session is still not leaving as well.” Alif asked while taking the crackers in the jar. “Nasi where are you from? Buy?”

“He who cooks,” replied Yudha while leading to his wife.

“Smart cook also you, yes,” praise Alif while chewing the crackers. “You can reward no, Vit?”

“You must want to tell me,” guess Vita who takes it seriously.

“I haven't had breakfast. It was at Umi's house cooking chicken porridge. I don't really like it. If there is rice sitting like this, mending this only.”

“So want to bring that you mean?”

“Yes, you are very sensitive. Unlike ...,” Alif turned to his brother who was drinking water.

“Do not equate, I am not a woman,” reply Yudha.

“I know women use feelings more and men rely more on logic. But you don't have any logic, Bang. New staff period you send abroad?” alif said speaking about his work.

“I have no time to go there,” Yudha replied as she washed her hands in the sink. “You yourself why not control?”

Alif grimacing. Remembering himself who is also both lazy to travel abroad for now.

“Ya let it go, all learn,” said Yudha later.

Vita stood up, picked up the food box for Alif and put the food in for him. The woman came back to them after what she was doing was done, then put the food box on the table.

“Mas, I will go out for a while,” said Vita asked permission to interrupt their chat.

“Where to go, let me drop off.”

“Not necessary. Just go to the supermarket for a minute.” Vita had to lie. He was going somewhere else and didn't want Yudha to find out.

“What's wrong?” Yudha asked.

“Smple later. Motor ride can also.” Vita smiles, assuring Yudha that she can actually do it alone.

“Do not heat-heat motor ride. Mending order taxi online only.”

Alif sontak. “Masak can, ngurus husband can, ngurus home can, ngurus money can also, ride the motor can also. There's no stock there like you, Vit?” alif's question made Vita smile funny. “I need a wife who can all like you so as not to be too troublesome for a man's life. Ya—minimal do not make dizzy if just lack of chili in the kitchen.” Pause for a moment, then add. “If need who can find money all.”

“Keep if you look for something like that, your job is to be a man what?” ask Vita.

“My job is to make my wife happy.”

“You think making a wife happy enough just by pampering her?”

“Stop fantasizing, Lif. Let's go,” concluded Yudha pushing Alif's body to get out of here immediately because there is something he will do to his wife.

But it turns out Alif alot's body once pushed out so that Yudha finally let Alif see the scene that should not be. Kiss that woman. “Be careful at home, yes. If you need anything, just call.”

“Iya, Mas Yudha also be careful.” Vita threw herself into Yudha's arms. He really misses this guy. Actually, Vita wanted to stay longer like this, but unfortunately the time was not much. Alif is waiting for her husband now.

“Yes Allah. It's delicious yes, have a wife of two,” said Alif almost drooled to see their affection.

***

Vita just got out of a clinic. The car he was riding in now drove him back to Alif's house.

For the first time he checked the content of which has almost reached the age of nine weeks.

The USG print is in his hands now. According to the doctor, he was as big as a grape. Healthy, normal and no problem whatsoever.

Although Vita had never been pregnant before, it did not make her a blind person. There is a browser that can answer all her questions and make her know; which foods are prohibited and which nutritious foods she should eat for her baby's development.

Frequently thinking about the growth of his son, making Vita's eyes condense. He had not told this to Yudha. Not—not intended to hide or separate the two of them. But if Yudha finds out first, then she will be more and more restrained here, unable to escape her snare and able to destroy all plans of her disappearance.

Another case if Yudha is a sensitive man. To this day, the man has never questioned it at all. They have been together for two months.

If the man's brain is not shallow, surely Yudha can catch this awkwardness. Hasn't Vita ever had a reason to refuse sex?

Answer's simple. Yudha was just too busy with her second wife which troubled many people so much!?

“I want to go .. but not a single photo of our wedding. What can I show him later?”

“Again sad yes, Mbak?” asked the female driver did not intend to interfere with the problem of unknown passengers. He's just a pleasantries. The woman only felt pity after hearing her stifled sobs.

“Iya, ordinary. Household issues,” replied Vita without wanting to explain further.

“It's okay to cry, Ma'am. Crying does not mean we are weak. But crying can make us more relieved.”

Vita held her head up and nodded. She smiled embarrassedly as she was caught crying like this. Embarrassing, his mind is self-defeating. “Kak, is the terminal away from here?” ask Vita later.

“The closest and most complete terminal link,” replied the driver. “Which destination is it?”

“Ke Banjar Country.”

“There must be, usually Bus at most it's afternoon. The night trip was more comfortable. Ademer. Faster because the streets are quite empty.”

“Indeed when?”

“Still wondering, Brother.”

“If you want, I can deliver it.” The woman who is estimated to be the same age as him handed over a business card.

“But I can't be sure when it's time.”

“It's okay, just hold it first.”

“Alright, I save ya, Kak.”

The woman nodded.

It is because of the kindness of the drivers that makes them more familiar. They told me a lot of things in the car and continued to get acquainted with each other.

Name's Dara. He was a nomad who came from the border area of East Java. Dara recounts, he was forced to become a driver because he was having trouble finding a job in this city. For two months more applications sent to several PTs never get answers other than just wasting their time.

“The college just looking for a hard job, especially one that is just a High School like me. I just took the fastest path of halal origin. There's no way I'm waiting for answers from a number of companies I've submitted applications to, because it can make my time wasted even longer. While the needs of life must continue to run.”

“You were right,” said Vita responded.

“Now if I have to move, I'm already comfortable. There is no compulsion. There are no working hours. There are no rules that are burdensome. I can take a day off anytime I want. What else do you want to look like?”

“But the car you use belongs to whom Kak?”

“I was loaned from the office and I paid the rent per week,” replied Dara. “No need to use ‘Kak’ just call me Dara,” said Dara felt objection to being called so.

“You so the driver already has a SIM?”

“If you don't have a SIM, then how do I register, syantik?” dara said not out of thought. “Registration is difficult, must be complete through online. That was a month later I just got good news.”

“Your parents know you work like this?”

“That's. I work like this with permission from my parents.”

“You dare to live alone here, Dar.”

“I was contracted with my friend. Two people's house. So it can save spending budget. But he's coming home now. He said he was married but not back and forth. I don't know. I don't know and don't want to know either. Up.”

“This is the complex, Dar. Enter here,” point Vita when the car is approaching the gate of the complex.

“Oh, here?” muttered Dara while turning her car in that direction.

“Iya, I stay here,” Vita smiles to Dara.

He was happy to get acquainted with this girl and somehow he immediately felt comfortable. Experientially, perhaps also instinctively, people like the Vita can know easily in recognizing one's disposition; either pretended or sincere with just one look through the romance of the face or gestures, or also the way he speaks.

“It's nice to meet you, Dar,” he added later.

Dara smiled in response to his words. “See you again if we live long.”

“Aamiin, may our life be long, so we can meet again.” Vita waved her hand at Dara as the online taxi moved away from her.

A few hours passed. It was almost dark by the time Vita opened the living room window. She was waiting for her husband's face to be seen. I don't know where he's been. At this hour, he usually gets home.

“It's almost six o'clock. You should have gone home. Did you stop by there first, Mas?” his murmur imagined one female face: Rahma.

Until seven o'clock at night Vita waited, Yudha still did not come home too. Tired and anxious waiting made Vita finally impatient to contact her husband.

“Where are you?” ask Vita when the phone is connected. “Why haven't we arrived last night? Please don't make me anxious.”

“I'm in the hospital, Vit. Rahma is on opname. The situation is quite severe so I can't go home yet,” replied Yudha from across.

“That's not the reason I want to hear. No phones!” vita answered somewhat jerking. “What because something like this makes you forget me? I'm worried about you at home. I was waiting for you from earlier You know no!? Please sensitize a little so male!” Vita decided on the call after saying so. He also threw his phone because he was too emotional.

“Aakhhh!” In the dimness of the room lights Vita screamed vanishing vexation.

That night Vita could not close his eyes until dawn.

The next day, it was still the same. His heart is getting more and more vulnerable. By ourselves. Lonesome. There are no friends. He also did not have the courage to complain to his in-laws. “I'm not a kid who likes to complain to get a support.”

She tidied up her clothes and put them in a medium bag. The decision to leave this afternoon was also unanimous and inviolable. There is no reason to keep him here.

Yudha thought too little of it. Yudha doesn't think it exists. Even until now, the man had not come to see her or at least called her back after a brief scuffle last night.

Did he not think of me at all?

Vita was forced to hit her own head because she could not hit the head of her stupid husband. While putting her things in, she cried sobbing.

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