What's My Wrong

Eps. 06

Five days have passed my Beautiful Wife and it has been five days also no matter the work or life outside and choose to shut themselves up, it is true that people say that something will become so valuable after we lose it, he said, and stupidly again I had to really lose first to realize that.

For the last 5 days I've spent searching for my wife, all my family's contacts and there's no sign of her presence there. Some hotels I visited but nil.

The possibility that someone hid it away, I know exactly who he is. Sometimes we quarrel and disagree but neither side of the family knows, she is not a woman who likes to spread problems to others even though it is her own family.

On the other hand, Sari is still trying to contact but all the chat and phone from her I ignored, even if I have to take responsibility as she asked may take time, maybe, time to accept this loss and time to accept him in my life.

I open a chat from Sari, the contents of the message are still the same hope to meet and demand accountability and send to the office for work. Make what? The family that wants to be happy is no longer there. And my eyes were glued to one of the chats, there was a beautiful name there. I checked the delivery date, 3 days ago.

[Mb Beautiful to the office today, and his friend whom he called Kay attacked me. Just wait, I'll report them]

Kay?? Mean Kayla?? I pat myself, why has it been unthinkable? I knew his best friend, one of his closest friends in college. I need to call her right away, she must know a beautiful existence.

Ignoring Sari's threat, I thought it was just a threat. Even if he's determined to process it later I'll take care of it later which obviously I have to find my wife, soon.

I looked for Kayla's contact, I pressed the green phone icon with trembling hands and prayed in my heart, hopefully the number is still active. There was a continuous tone, hoping he would lift it even though he knew it was from me.

[Hello ..] There is a trenchant tone in the intonation of his voice, yes it is natural.

[Hello Kayla, how are you?] I tried to talk a little.

[Why? Looking for beautiful?] to the point, as always. As I recall his nature is like that, bluntly sometimes speak too loudly but the person is loyal.

[A—I already know, Beautiful with you. Are they okay, khan? Beautiful and kids?] I held on with all my might so that my voice wouldn't shake.

[Well! It must be pe**cur that's the one who's giving. What if it was the same with me? They are safe and no less than 1. Urus aja noh the actor.] I heard a mocking tone from his voice.

[Please Kay, you know where they are. I want to talk to you Beautiful.]

[What are you talking about again? Discussing your marriage to the pregnant l*nte? No need, Beautiful has passed. Wait for the divorce papers, no more mediation, she's pregnant enough to sue you. Wait for the divorce papers.]

Those words made me more nervous.

[No way, until whenever I don't want to divorce Beautifully!]

[How crus?! Want polygamy??!! Hah fine, even if the patient Beautiful is willing to be pitted, I will drag him to the religious court.]

[I will not marry Sari.]

[Eh, that's delicious. Want to do but do not want responsibility, good dong can nabur seeds everywhere trus left behind.]

[Kay, please ..., I'm not as bad as you think.]

[I know you have a wife, husband of my lovely best friend and impregnate another woman, that's not evil?! Just know me, but the hell that has been found must be trying to find a defense. Whatever!]

[I approached Sari to use her alone, actually I was more evil to Sari-]

[Be Beautiful isn't evil? That so?!]

[Yaa .. ti—not really, I mean at least I appreciate and love Indah until anytime it will remain so, I just benefitin Sari.]

[Benefitsin but was believed to be pregnant, hehehe] this time his laughter was not made up, he helped me with all those words, making me die a louse.

Like a thief caught off guard, that's my current position. I ended the conversation with Kayla without success, free to talk to her. He was like a shield for Beautiful, it can be said if Beautiful heartache he was more sick.

They are a pair of complementary friends, when Indah has a problem she will install the body, at other times when Kayla kebablasan or out of line of the right, Beautiful who will advise her.

The fact that our housewarming was known to Kayla made things even more difficult, it might be difficult to persuade my wife.

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I held the address written on a piece of paper, the results of my research all day browsing Kayla's facebook account, collected the slightest clue, then confirmed it by asking some of their friends.

Block D no 20, with trembling hands and brown painted door leaf.

“Mother ... mundaa ..., someone knocked on the door.” The voice of my son Bayu, I was wrong, I finally found it too. How much I miss them.

“Try to see in the window dear, maybe aunt Kayla," exclaimed Beautifully from the inside, probably in the kitchen.

Soon 2 little heads of my children were racing to open the window curtains, and they were screaming loudly at me.

“Dad!! Dad!!, Bundaaaa, hurry openaaa. Dad's home!”

“Ndaaa, ndaaa .. lutaaaa, lutaaaa ...” a shrill voice is also heard, my youngest child.

This time there was no reply from Indah, maybe she was in shock with my existence. The children are increasingly scrambling to try to open the door by moving the handle even though they know that the door is locked.

Shortly afterwards a click on the keyhole as the door opened, two boys burst into my arms. I replaced my head with wet eyes, claustrophobic with happiness, longing and moved. I finally found my family.

Beautiful still pecked right in front of the door, speechless but the look in her eyes was sharp, and it was much more piercing compared to a thousand words.

“Dear children, tuh upin ipin already play. Yuk, watch. Dad wants a break first.” The soft voice of my wife led the two boys to the front sofa of the tv and sat down obediently. Smart and obedient children, all can not be separated from the gentle upbringing of the mother.

“What is Raka doing here?”

“Bun, let's go back to our house,”

“Can't, I'll sell the house. I have nothing now" he said coldly.

“Bun, punish me whatever I receive. Provided don't part, remember the children.”

“Did Mas Raka remember the children while committing the sin? Even if I don't part, I'll be haunted for the rest of my life by your betrayal.”

“Please ..., please give a chance bun. By Allah, I will never repeat. Please just pass this one chance,”, I'll clear.

“What about the baby that the girl conceived? I thought I could just run away from responsibility?!”

“I'll take care of it somehow. I will never marry her or another woman. You're the only one.”

“Mas think it's that easy? You are a man, appreciate the feelings of women. You also have a daughter, Mas Raka would if one day there was a boy who did that to Tasya?!”

“Ampun bun, pardon .. yes I admit wrong. Since the beginning did not think long, did not expect everything would be like this.”

I saw my woman (if I still deserve to call her that) quietly stuck, wanting to hug but not having the courage. It's not appropriate for him to feel all this pain, if only someone had died because I was sorry I might have been the one.

“For a while it will remain like this, I give you a month to solve this problem either in what way Mas Raka mentioned earlier. There are only two possibilities, Mas Raka married the woman and released me and the children, of course Mas Raka has no right to sue for custody,”

After a moment of silence, proceed with a firm intonation,

“The second, if Mas Raka can finish this well with the woman, I will give her a way back but on condition that she never for a second appear in our lives, forever ..”.

A little relieved, even if it was almost impossible for the second choice because Sari would naturally not let go of her demands easily, at least I still had a little chance, and at the moment I wish for a miracle, I wish for a miracle, only a miracle can solve all this.

“Before that, can I visit Bun once? I miss the kids.”

“No Mas, I will prepare the children to get used to it if indeed we have to part.”

Instantly my body was slow to hear everything, but did not dare to refute.

“Please, never Mas Raka appear like this, that's all I ask.”

Before I came home I hugged my daughter's son tightly, it hurt. It was as if that hug was my last hug for them. Still with sparkling eyes they welcomed him back into my arms, adding to this heartache to double, they knew nothing, they had no right to lose their father figure. I want to die with all this pain.

I realized, this is His vengeance, the karma that I have to live and hopefully I can go through. If God still punishes me with farewell, in whatever way I can go through it all, while not meeting them for a few days makes my life meaningless.

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“Please Sari, you are the only determinant of the fate of my household.”

“Confidence once you ask me the impossible Mas,” reply.

“....”

“Days I tried to beg your attention and only this time appeared, even to ask for the impossible.”

“You I'm selfish Sari, but parting from Indah and the kids are suicidal. I won't be able to handle.”

“If Mas is so in love with him why have a relationship with me?” The same question as before, every time I answered it must have incised another wound in his heart.

“That's all I do for my wife and kids,”

“Hmmm, you really used me Mas Raka,”

I saw him more calm, suspicious calm. Like hiding something.

“Sorry ..., sorry ..., that's all I can say.” I cupped both hands for her.

“No need! Raka doesn't have to apologize,"

I looked at his face in wonder, there was no emotion there, flat and calm. Very calm in fact, considering how insistent he had been all along. Tried me deeper, I found nothing.

“You mean?”

I caught a cynical smile from his face.

"Come on, whatever you're thinking right now, please don't mean anything" I asked.

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