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The Two Cursed Men

“Kak, already home?” rahma asked as Yudha entered the main door. “Tumben has arrived. Usually you go home a little night.”

Yudha just nodded and glanced at him. Although Yudha passed by, she followed behind him to the upper room.

“Kak, what's lunch yet? I got it yes, I brought it here,” Rahma said. Because he never got a response, Rahma again demanded, “Kak ...answer ...”

Yudha. The man closed his eyes. What appeared in his eyes, Rahma was like he was groveling, but he did not care without a definite mistake.

“Not necessary. You don't have to go back and forth. I can take it myself,” Yudha replied at last. Apparently he could not have treated Rahma any worse.

Rahma smiled and glazed. “Thank you for talking to me.” Shortly thereafter, the woman threw herself into the arms of her husband. “I miss you the old days, please don't change.”

Yudha did not return her hug but could not refuse either. Precisely his eyes are now staring, regret is again present to haunt him. Rahma is his wife who is always in his arms at all times. He is content and surrounded by people who love him. While Vita— the woman was orphaned, always alone, confused, and maybe cold in a place that is inadequate.

‘Did you miss me? Just like I missed you?’ inner Yudha with glittering eyes. ‘May I imagine myself, walking by your side? I want to sit and listen to all your complaints. Things I never did before.’

The dennyar in his heart overflowed through the pores of the face, like a subtle sting, making his chest tight, then it was realized that he had passed from that rare opportunity.

“Prepare my clothes. I want to take a shower,” Yudha said after Rahma stretched out a hug.

“Good, Mas Yudha.”

The words of Rahma just made Yudha stop for a moment. “Never call me that again.”

“Why?” asked Rahma jerking.

Yudha. “I said no, yes don't!”

“Only Vita can call you, right? While I'm not?”

Yudha chose silence.

“You have the heart,” said Rahma again.

“No need to argue.” Yudha passed into the bathroom leaving the woman who was now very disappointed because of her jolt.

‘The beat of a husband is a painful whip for every woman. But why am I experiencing it? Even repeatedly. Realize what you're doing is an injustice, Brother?’

***

While packing her things into the suitcase, Dara recounts the arrival of a man who was looking for her. But because the next-door neighbor did not know his full name, making the man leave without pocketing search results.

“What kind of person characteristics?” ask Vita.

“The guy is ugly he said, his stomach is a bit distended. Is your husband like that?”

“Izh!” Vita shudders. “Then I want to marry Kang Buncit.”

“Hehehe .. kidding!” Dara grimacing.

Before long, after finishing packing, Dara first revealed the food cover. They both had their last lunch together.

“I came home quite a long time,” Dara said. “Until my sister's condition improves.”

“Cause, Dar. Your family is more important.”

“What do you want from there?”

“Food alone is delicious.”

“Siap.” Dara understood, Vita was really fond of eating snacks.

“I go first yes, Ta, you be careful here. If there is anything, do not hesitate calling, let me later find help from my other friends,” said Dara after taking her suitcase out.

“Iya, you don't worry.” Vita smiled and hugged him sincerely. “Greetings to your family. May your sister recover quickly.”

“Hopefully hope we all granted.”

“I leave this for your mother.” Vita thrusts a brown envelope of medium thickness.

“Eh, what is this, Ta?” Dara shriveled to receive the object she received, “This is not necessary. You keep it, you definitely need it more.”

“I didn't give it to you, but to your mother. So only he can refuse.”

“Vita ..” Dara was very objected. “I don't want.”

“Dar, this is my trust. You have to pass it on to your mother.” Vita kept tucking the envelope into Dara's bag so that the girl could not resist.

“You are really!”

“Tell him, this is from baby me.”

Dara smiled. “Alright if you force.”

Now the focus is distracted. “I'm anxious to see you. Baby bump!” he said again while rubbing Vita's stomach. “Actually according to my vision, there is nothing less than you, Ta. You are kind, independent, smart, plus beautiful too. But why your husband's heart is ...” Dara let Vita carry on her own.

“Because, even though my husband is light-handed, likes to worry, but actually he is good.”

“Halah, I don't believe there are good crocodiles. There are making blood rise every day,” said Dara refuting the praise of the woman who was drunk with love. It is not wrong what the saying goes, love does make anyone blind. Though it is clear how much the mistake made by his partner.

“Ya, already. I'm leaving now. Afraid late,” said Dara again.

Vita nodded, “Oke, Dar. Careful.”

Shortly after, Dara walked out the gate. The pick-up had been waiting for the girl there.

“Quiet Vita, relax. If that person doesn't come here anymore, you'll be safe,” he murmured encouragingly.

The days passed by himself in the six-by-nine-meter contract. Every now and then he goes out to buy kitchen necessities such as cooked food or raw vegetables. He really enjoyed his own days there without any liver disorders.

Sometimes if he wanted to, he would take a morning walk to enjoy the fresh air around. Later that night, he will look for food stalls on the side of the road just looking for the wind so as not to be too lazy.

The baby's development is very good after several times he checked into the nearest clinic. His weight also went up a few pounds.

Yes, for a while, she did become a happy woman with her solitude. But the pleasure did not last long, because when he was idle to see the lovagram account owned by his second wife, he immediately fell again.

Vita is very sorry for having ventured to open Rahma's profile account. There, there were several posts that showed that the woman had just done their baby's four-monthly bagakuran.

‘Be proud. Proud of you showing off your happiness after getting rid of me. Proud of you living happily on the wounds of other women who already have no one.’

The two men smiled at the camera like people who never had a stain.

‘You are a woman who does not know yourself, Rahma. And you Yudha, I am astonished at you. Why is there no influence for you after I leave? You two are both damned humans.’

Having said that, his determination became stronger, that Yudha was indeed unworthy of being anything to him. ‘We'll see later. Don't forget, karma will keep going, and you will regret it. Sorry!’

***

The To Be Continued.