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Want to See Your Realness

It should be done by now. But because the spice was burnt, making Vita longer in the kitchen, because he had to re-prepare all that had been wasted and replace it with a new one.

An hour later, all the cooking was done. Unostentatious. There are only stir-fried kale, sambal, lalap and chicken fried.

Vita always provides a lot of chicken said in the frezer. The goal is in addition to being more practical, at any time he can have a backup dish if they are both in a desperate situation. Suppose there is a sudden guest, or hungry at midnight.

Reflex, Vita also prepared it on the table and poured it on the plate. Maybe it has become a habit in the past so automatically, the body moves without having to be ordered.

“So?” tanya Vita showed me how much rice she had taken.

“That's enough,” Yudha replied staring at his wife's day. The man was so happy to be treated so well.

“You eat too, you can eat,” Yudha said when she started eating.

Vita shook her head slowly. “I'm still full.”

“Or want to be fed?”

“I can eat by myself.”

Yudha thrust her hand with the chicken, asking her to open her mouth. “Ayo ...”

Without being able to resist, Vita finally opened her mouth. But just as the food came to his lips, Yudha suddenly complained and distanced her hand. “Aduh. In bite.”

“Mana?” vita asked wrongly and immediately hit his arm. He didn't bite her at all. “Mas Yudha pretend!”

Both laughed at the same time. Yudha noticed Vita's red cheeks meet. Vita never changes, she is very sensitive if treated like this.

“You're red.”

“Izh!” the shyness of being noticed continuously made Vita immediately avoid the place. He then looked for other activities, namely checking the condition of his son who was sleeping soundly.

Vita smiled at the baby. As usual, he slept with both hands raised up. Because only the bottom is in the bedong.

“You were if bobo his head went everywhere. Later it can be ferocious,” his murmur made the handsome baby's eyes open and followed by a crying voice.

“Eh, Mama's son woke up.” swiftly, he immediately picked it up for later in-ASI-hi.

Vita went into the room because she felt uncomfortable if she had to breastfeed there. He's not alone. At this time there is Yudha in the dining room which is only blocked by a large living room closet.

Yudha is still her husband, but she has been separated for a long time. Any approach makes him back awkward as when he first met first.

“Don't bobo now yeah, son. Responsibilities. Later tonight you can stay up.”

Rayyan responded by moving her hand.

"Good boy ...."

Shortly afterwards, a knock came from outside the room.

“Vit ...”

The woman immediately finished her activities, covered her chest and tidied it up again.

“Why, Mas?” ask Vita after opening the door.

“There are still things we should talk about, right? It's already night. I gotta get going. Dara's gone home. She must be uncomfortable if there are men here.”

“Oh, Dara is home.”

“Ya,” replied Yudha looking towards the front at a glance. Show me a car that has just been parked. “Or do you want to come with me? Umi always asks her granddaughter. He wanted to visit Rayyan. But baby, he's very busy.”

“When-anytime,” reject Vita smiling faintly. A smile that implies disappointment.

“That happened?” Vita cringing. “I don't understand what you mean, Mas.”

“Close with me, let you know.”

“I'm not ready to meet with ... Rahma,” replied Vita was kept at the end of the sentence. Mentioning that name made his heart slit again and his eyes condense. The wound was not dry yet because it had to be scratched again.

Yudha smiled. “Will I tell you everything later there. What happened to us.”

Vita kept shaking. “No, Mas. I don't want to know anything about you guys. Don't pick up my wounds anymore. I still can't accept all that reality. I'd rather live hard, alone, but happy. Rather than always living with your husband, but sharing with others. I keep asking for separation, no matter what your circumstances.”

“It looks like you did close the chance for me to fight for you again. So how can I move? I can't force you to make you hate me more.”

Vita. Their conversation also stopped for a moment when they saw Dara passing by and said an excuse.

“I wait for your answer that I delivered last week,” continued Yudha again.

“Where to move?” tanya Vita then understood what Yudha meant.

“Tomorrow I'll tell you the place. I hope you don't refuse to let me go.”

“Ray not yet forty days, I can not take it away out of the house,” reject Vita soft.

“Still believe myth.” Yudha chuckles.

“This is for her sake. Waiting until forty days, I don't think it's a long time.”

Yudha smiled. He looked proudly at his wife. Vita is really a tough and versatile woman. At the age that is usually still used to play around, she can already carry out her duties to become a young mother without the help of parents. He can do a lot of things based on experience.

“You are indeed the greatest wife,” praise Yudha smiling infuriatingly.

“Yes, only stupid men are not satisfied to have me,” said Vita gratuitously.

“I've regretted, and I've got the punishment, even the most terrible. Still want to punish me again?”

"Your punishment is still too light" replied Vita. He did not know much about what had happened to Yudha in the past few months. "It should be an angry brid a man like you that's cut."

"That's too cruel. It hurts."

"It hurts me more."

Yudha stared at her eyeballs. “Jawab by honest.”

“What?”

“What is the love still there? It feels like you are hard to convince.” Frankly, he was hurt by his own question. Fear of an answer coming out does not match what is expected.

“Does love know the word still?” the dimness behind Yudha's eyeballs made Vita finally look the other way. “But I'm already disappointed.”

“Please give me a chance to fix it.”

Vita closed her eyes for a moment, before she replied in a soft voice, “Become the second person you found before Rahma, making me believe and opening up all the possibilities that she will remember more for the rest of your life.” Vita shook her head. “No, don't discuss this first. Go home, Mas. We will discuss this again after the puerperium I have finished.”

“I hope, I am not disappointed with your answer.”

'I also want to see your earnestness.'

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To be continued.