Wife On Paper

Chapter 213 Final Decision

That night after making a final surprise for Adrian, Ara fell silent sitting on the balcony. Making all this is not easy. Decorate the place with lights, making the writing dimly as speech. And arrange the chairs and plants in such a way that it is beautiful. Everything is not easy.

Wasn't it! Not because of the difficulty level. But because after this, the woman had to leave everything willingly.

Of course the most difficult is not all this luxury. But the heart, which has been linked and the feelings that have been shared with each other that make the woman like a heavy burden in doing so.

Especially when he made a video birthday greeting and farewell to the husband he loved. He cried, and despite all his might trying to hold back the tears that came out, still could not. So after the video was made, Ara locked herself in the room for quite a while. He cried out all his sadness.

Weight indeed. Doing things we don't want to do but have to do. For the sake of sacrifice for those he loves.

Tonight, he will leave. She deliberately gave a very thin time gap between her departure and the return of her husband. Not because she wanted to be known, if she wanted to leave her husband. However ... Ara who actually could not try to continue to strengthen and convince himself that this decision is the best for Adrian and himself. Not even Ara left the house, Ara was already feeling homesick about her husband, even though only a few hours ago they met.

Exactly half an hour before Adrian's return. Ara stepped slowly, her room family. Just armed with a cell phone, his own savings book, and a small bag to put all that and a medium tote bag, containing some of his clothes. She did not want to be suspected by Yulia's aunt or the others.

"Where is the lady going?"

"I'm going out for a minute, Bi. It was your permission" said Ara reassuringly. Even the woman smiled as usual at her butler's head.

"Ohh, yes Madam." aunt Yulia left Ara who was still stuck stopping her steps on the stairs.

All of this will definitely make me miss, even more so the residents. Ara wiped away the tears that just kept flowing. It was fortunate that aunt Yulia had not paid much attention to him earlier.

At the gate, the security guard asked their mistress. Fortunately for the right reasons, the strong-bodied man did not suspect the real Madam was leaving.

By taking an online taxi, the woman headed for the station. Trying to save costs to get to the destination. Where else, if not to an orphanage that is quite far from Jakarta.

A few days ago, I booked my train tickets online

Yesterday he almost threw it away, but recalling Dani's words that night, it feels like he does not deserve to be in this family.

Dani, like her father, is stubborn. So the child will not change at all the decisions he has made. And this is the only way that the boy will return to his father's side. Ara knew that Adrian had harbored a deep longing for his son.

Entering the cold floor of the station that night, made him hurry. The woman was sitting alone waiting for the train that would take her from this place of remembrance. The place where he was taken for the first time by a husband and wife who raised him into foster children. It was also the first time he knew Adrian.

All the while waiting, Ara kept crying. Although not sobbing but his eyes continue to be wet by the salt water.

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The woman was shocked to hear her own phone vibrate. It was predictable that the one who contacted him was the husband. Ara only caught a glimpse without opening it or replying to the many incoming messages.

The train that was going to take her arrived. In a hurry the woman entered. He didn't want anyone to ruin his plan. Everything is round, and it cannot fail.

In her first step of setting foot on the carriage, the woman said in her heart. "May God take care of me and you, and I leave this relationship to Him alone. If time changes everything including our feelings, then I will sincerely let you go. But let me love you all my life."

Ara continued her steps towards the seat according to the ticket number. His phone still continues to sound non-stop. He knew, Adrian would certainly not give up just to let go.

This was all Ara could do. He could do nothing else to restore their happiness as it was, that is, when he had not yet entered the family.

The sign of the train leaving has been heard. The woman clutched her bag tightly. "God may this be the best decision for us, and always give happiness to the people I love" he said in his heart.

Near the window where she was sitting, Ara was closed for quite a long time. Until when he opened his eyes, he caught the figure of the husband who ran in panic outside. His red eyes and tired-looking face caught his attention. His mind is painful. Usually if the man comes home and is tired, he is the one who hugs him. Because Adrian always said, that the wife is the cure of all kinds of complaints.

The woman placed her hands and cheeks on the clear glass next to her. Trying to record the memory of the figure he loved it in his brain.

They seem close, but this train will soon take them far away. Ara cried in silence, seeing their dramatic farewell. The woman opens her mouth, shouts Adrian's name and says she loves him without a voice.

The train that took him to his childhood is getting farther and farther away. Leave a deep pain, for the two human figures who love each other. Also memories that may last a lifetime can never be erased.

Goodbye to Jakarta, goodbye. Our meetings and partings have become part of the destiny path we must go through. Hopefully there is still a chance for us even if somehow it is for the two to return before we both close our eyes.

Ara closed tightly, feeling her cold body even though the woman was now wearing the jacket of her husband that she had deliberately brought. From this moment onwards, a cold like this would be his friend, for Adrian's embrace would no longer be felt, for how long.

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At four in the morning, the train carrying Ara stopped at a station. He doesn't have anyone there. Except for the orphanage, where he grew up with his best friend, Mela.

Imagining it would be troublesome to return home mother to receive it again just thought by Ara. If he doesn't go there, he doesn't know where else.

By riding an online ojek, Ara arrived at the building full of memories of her childhood. Just until he was a little shocked the care home he lived in had been renovated into a very decent building, and even more spacious than before.

The woman stepped foot to enter the courtyard. There, he saw a middle-aged woman who was sweeping.

"Good morning, Mom"

The woman gasped in shock at the arrival of a guest this early. Then he looked up and smiled saying hello, "Can I help you?"

"Mother around?"

"I'm Ara. I grew up here, Mom." Ara introduced herself to the woman who called herself Sri ma'am.

"So soon, Ara's waiting here." Bu Sri stepped into the house and then came back with someone who would never make the woman pangling.

"Ibuuuu...." Ara ran to hug Fatimah's mother. The same people who took care of him first.

"Son. This morning you have arrived here. Who are you coming with?" ask Fatimah to investigate.

"Nature ... Ara came alone, Mom." Ara seemed confused to answer, her eyes dewy.

"Let's go into mom's room." Fatimah took Ara to her room. The old woman knew that something must have happened until Ara alone arrived in this city, let alone this early. But of course it is not good to talk about it outside, let alone a lot of caretakers.

During her time in the room of Fatimah's mother, Ara did not stop crying while telling her the problem with Adrian. Ms. Fatimah only listened while occasionally gently rubbing Ara's back to strengthen.

"Son, don't you feel sorry for your husband? He's a very nice person" Fatimah said wiping her own tears. The old woman also felt a dilemma in the life of her foster child.

"I love her, Mom. And I know he loves his son." Isakan Ara was heard again, it felt like the tears of the woman would never run out when telling about everything about Adrian.

"He loves you too." Fatimah held Ara's hands tightly. The two women sat down. "Do you, son? If all that's financing this orphanage renovation is your husband."

"What, Mom?" Ara was shocked. Adrian never told me anything about it. "When this started, Mas Adrian never told me anything."

"Two months ago, son. And the plan will be your wedding anniversary gift." Fatimah looked at the foster child's nanar.

Especially Ara. Right now, his heart was completely torn apart. Her wedding anniversary is just a few months away. And Ara had already broken Adrian's wish to celebrate with him.

Ara never expected that her husband would keep such a big surprise. Adrian must have lost himself.

"Let me stay here, ma'am. I don't have anyone anymore. Please don't call Mas Adrian or say anything if he asks about me. Let me here, help mom while looking for a job for me. I promise I won't be a hassle." Ara begged to be able to stay in the parlor that took care of her from that small moment.

"Mom won't accept you, Ra. But I don't have the heart of your husband."

"Ara please, Mom. Ara will leave soon if she gets a job."

"Don't be like this. You don't work, mother will still accommodate you, Ra," said Fatimah ma'am did not have the heart. She loves all her children like her own. "Help me take care of your sisters?"

Ara smiled with relief. At least he found shelter for her while looking for work. Actually he did not want to trouble Fatimah's mother, and the other residents of the orphanage. But if he comes to Mela, the girl will definitely bring him back to Adrian. Because Mela also knew that Ara and Adrian could not be separated.

"Clean yourself and occupy your former room" said Fatimah.

"My room? Doesn't anyone occupy, ma'am?" ask Ara astonished. Though the number of children here is increasing, evident from the white board in the room of Fatimah where there is a total number of residents of the orphanage which is almost double from when Ara lived here first.

"Adrian asked for it. He increased the number of rooms in this building to accommodate the newly arrived children and all can be occupied except your room. Even what's in there can't be moved, it can only be repaired that some have been damaged," explained Fatimah who made Ara's chest more tight.

The woman took a long breath. Then the shriek in his heart made the name of the husband. Why was all this done without his knowledge. Until when he steadily left Adrian, what happened was like this. Knowing many things the man did behind his back, making it difficult for his heart to speak sincerely.

"Look at your room. Everything still remains the same. Ask Sri for the key. Mother there is a lecture at the mosque intermittently," said Fatimah softly.

"Let's rest, son. You look pale and tired" said Fatimah ma'am. The old woman left Ara alone in her room.

With heavy steps Ara stepped towards her room. The room he occupied with Mela first.

Just entering, Ara's eyes had already dewy back. Breathing the same air as a few years ago here, reminds him of the brave young girl Mela and herself. They were two best friends who met in this home and only they were the two residents of the largest orphanage after the caretakers who were almost all middle-aged.

The mother told them to always protect their younger siblings to form their mentality to be brave. But even so, Ara was indeed more heartless to people than Mela. The girl who is famous for her ceplas ceplos has always been a savior when Ara was stricken with confusion to make a decision because of her unreliable nature.

"The bed is still the same, the table is only repaired. Beg it...." Ara opened the closet door where she played hide and seek with Mela first. "Nothing has changed, and...." Ara looked out the window, various ornamental plants were outside the window. "What are you doing, Mom? You make me miss you even more. Even the first day I left you"

Ara sat in her bed. He had a small bag containing only a few of his clothes and he had them in his closet. Then he took off the jacket he was wearing, but then Ara hugged him. The fragrance of perfume mixed with the sweat of the husband from a jacket that had not been washed, somehow can calm his heartbreak at this time.

After the woman cleans up, she activates her cell phone which she accidentally turns off. Just wanted to see for a while. But he just turned on, dozens of incoming messages repeatedly. Makes that sophisticated thing sound noisy.

You can guess whose message came in. The woman could not read it. Must be messages of love and loss for her husband. He should not doubt anything.

Ara typed in a last message quickly and sent it, without reading the above messages. Then as soon as possible turn off the phone again.

"I have to change my phone and number. Adrian will definitely track him down" murmured Ara. Then the woman came closer to the mirror. Curious about his face that was said to be pale.

"Say also said mother. I look pale. Maybe because last night while traveling can not sleep at all. I'd better take a break" Ara said in her heart

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