Woman

Episode 6: Ariana World Marriage (1)

Husband who disappeared. Then, a meeting with an old friend. A precious friend and a life played by time, makes me a more trying person to be grateful again.

Selfishness that ever grows, let it be the past that must be a lesson.

I am Ariana. Mother of three children. I have lived in Japan for over eight years. Having a husband was very annoying at first, but in the end my husband turned into a person who loved me wholeheartedly.

All thanks to my little hero.

Aryans.

Disa, it was my best friend who gave that name to my little house-medicine man who had been chronically ill.

I remember how I ended up in this warm household. All thanks to Disa. I hurt him, and so did he. We both hurt each other, then healed each other.

Ironical. But, that's the fact.

***

After giving birth to our first child, we lived in Japan.

Three years ago, it suddenly became the beginning of my household problems. That day, Aris kept asking to return to Indonesia. I don't know what the reason is? I kept asking, but Aris was reluctant to give an answer.

Our household is slowly getting more and more bland. It is bland at first, but this feels like a crumpled paper that even though ironed there will still be strokes full of torture.

I held back, hoping the paper wasn't really tangled. Happy news is present. I was given the chance to get pregnant after giving birth to a second child four years ago. Aris, angry. She cursed me when she found out there was going to be a new family in our household. I'm hurt, but what can I do?

From the time she was pregnant with Shania, to Tania. Aris has always maintained that he is not the father of my children. Like, I'm a single mother. We lived together for almost 12 years. All that time I could see how much Aris hated me.

But, why? I don't know.

The more days, he was increasingly asking to return to Indonesia. I'm getting suspicious. Does he have an affair there? Or is Aris already unable to live with me here?

"Evictimize it!" his orders that afternoon. The clear afternoon sky slowly clouded my eyes. I held back the crying beside her. My gestational age at that time, had not even stepped on a month.

Every day he always said that word.

"Who told you to get pregnant? Just drop!"

"You want to hold me back with another pregnancy? Just drop it!""

"Aren't you tired of fighting every day? I said just throw it out."

Yes, that's the phrase that's wrapped around my womb every day. Until the fetus is slightly larger than the cashew nuts, it finally disappeared from the face of the earth.

I was too depressed to face all this. Aris is even more crazy than when I was pregnant with my first child.

Yes, Shania is the son of my fault. Son of the result of my actions from betraying my own best friend. But, Shania is innocent. My actions are full of sins.

Aris doesn't really love me. She got married and was responsible just because I was pregnant with her flesh and my father held Aris responsible because she was also my best friend.

***

Aris seemed relieved when she found out that I had a miscarriage, as if this was a germ that had to be eradicated.

Aris sat on the terrace with Tania, our four-year-old daughter. Yeah, compared

11-year-old Shania, Aris is closer to Tania. He even said that he did not want Shania and that if he divorced he would only take Tania.

I know, Aris is as depressed as I am because of this marriage. But, sometimes the burly man is like a water faucet that is out of control. His words are so painful. As a wife, I can only understand and forgive her.

After I miscarried, Aris went to Indonesia for a few weeks. He came back in silence. Every night, I could only notice her presence growing further and further away.

Our bed life was like a dry musima. He just came asking for my touch in a drunken state. I was like a samsak to him. I want to give up.

A few months later, I got pregnant again. The cold war continued. It was then that I realized something.

The closet in Aris's workroom forgot to lock it, her passport and suitcase are gone. I saw a newspaper he brought from Indonesia a few months ago.

*General Chairman of the Indonesian Textile Association (API) said there were at least five textile companies that were forced to close their business because of imported fabric products that flooded Indonesia.

Several leading textile companies were also affected, PT. Safira headed by Disa Setiawan is rumored to be one of the companies to be acquired by PT. The Cahya Institute of Anwar Susanto. After the previous PT. Safira loses on Stock Exchange. Is Disa Setiawan the young entrepreneur will hand over PT. Safira at PT. Cahya* institute*?

I was shocked, after reading the news piece in the business rubric. Yes, it was Disa Setiawan. Now I know clearly what is the reason Aris changed as wild as anj*ng village.

***

Aris left Japan, every day I called her. But, there's no answer. Aris seemed to disappear from the earth, accidentally removing traces so that they could not be found. I'm worried, I'm upset, I'm angry. I've gone mad.

I decided to wait.

But Aris did not come home. I was like a widow for two months. I'd better joke around, but I'm pregnant right now. A dilemma that is not even classy.

***

I went to look for Aris in Indonesia. I'm sure he'll be there. I brought Tania and I left Shania to my father's sister because Shania had to go to school.

Upon arrival in Indonesia, I didn't even know where to start! Tania and I live in our retreat house in Indonesia and Aris is not here.

I have to go see Disa and make sure Disa doesn't come into our lives again.

***

I hired a private detective to look for Disa's news. Yes, the info is bankrupt. More precisely in PHK from a position of higher education in his company.

I was happy at that time, as well as afraid that Aris would come to Disa, then seduce Disa to return.

Any woman will hold the hand of someone who cares about her when she is down.

With a rented car. I followed the address the private detective gave me. Keep an eye on the house for a few days. A simple house that reminds me of Disa's past. He hasn't changed. Poor people, stay poor.

***

From a distance, Disa looks restless he continues to stare at the streets. Since I was following Disa from the restaurant, to the bank and then to the cafe made me believe that this child was stressed.

I tried to call him soft and scared. I'm afraid he'll curry.

“Can? Can Be Setiawan!” He stopped for a moment and ignored my voice. Is it because I called him from the car? Until he's indifferent. “You Can't, right?” I let out a little scream from inside the black luxury car.

“You don't remember me huh?” tanyaku sok familiar.

“Who are you?” He watched me from top to bottom. Then, look into these eyes. It seems he doesn't remember. Or pretend?

“It turns out you're still the same as you used to be, not much has changed. We didn't meet 10 years ago?" manya remember.

“Sorry, I don't know!” disa replied while walking away from me. I got back in the car and tried to catch up with Disa in the car.

“Can?” call me again.

“Ya?”

“God! Bring me anterin you home!” I asked as I opened the window, hearing that Disa had stopped, turned around and looked at me again. It seems like he's trying to remember who I am.

Without many words, I immediately opened the car door for Disa. Disa looked doubtful, but I kept looking at her with complete confidence.

“You want to kidnap me huh?”

“No, where there might be a kidnapper as beautiful as me,” I replied smilingly, trying to melt the atmosphere. After that we were silent for a few minutes in silence because it was not responded by Disa. “Your son how are you?” as I try to open the conversation, this silence must be broken.

“What son? Not married yet!” answer with recollection.

“Kirain is married. Oh yeah, I just got back from Japan!”

“Terus?”

“I heard you've become a successful entrepreneur!”

“That's an old story!”

“You mean?”

“Udah aah .. just the right one!” he cried out as if avoiding me.

“So you really haven't got married yet …? Why not marry?”

I was curious and a little surprised when I found out Disa was still single. What else is he looking for?

“Not your business." His voice sounded firm. As if it forbids me to ask more.

Innerku raging. Did I just ask you about Aris? Will he not be angry? I saw Disa in him and was full of doubt. I ignored it for a moment and could only continue on.

“Belok left or right?” I said when I arrived at the crossroad.

“Right,” the answer is light.

“Can?” call me.

“Yes?"

“Itu--”

“You want to go to Indonesia? Botox injections successful yes?” ask Disa suddenly.

“Who? Me? Do you remember it?” I was a little relieved because Disa seemed to have managed to remember me.

“Hmm.”

“Thank God,” I can only smile.

“Why?” ask Disa.

Deg.

I was stunned, suddenly confused looking for the right word to start everything.

“Oooh .. that's a look, I want to find Aris. It's been almost 3 months he's been back in Indonesia, but he hasn't contacted me!” I said one breath.

“Continue? Same relationship with me?” disa sounds unconcerned.

“You are her ex, as if you know dong about her whereabouts?” nakdakan.

“Not that I told you, I will never want to see your face again!”

“Last he said, he'll find you and want to apologize!” said lying. Maybe a little lie can provoke Can talk.

“Terus?” It sounded haughty, making me furious. I could only be quiet, focusing on driving. “I remind you once again, I am not an information center in a public place that you can use to ask for such things. So, stop and get me down here!” continued Disa impressed insolent.

I'm really shocked. Disa is still just as crazy.

“You why the hell?” I was filled with annoyance, then stopped the car.

“What are you doing? How to find her husband with her ex-boyfriend? Weird, you're so funny, you know!”

“You should forget what happened before. If you're still a grudge against me, I'm really sorry!” I try to be realistic by lowering the ego full of regrets.

“Udahlah, I have no more business with you!”

“Please, help me! Help me, Dis,” I said stopping Disa who was opening the car door.

“Please what?” his yell.

“If Aris comes to you, tell her to go home to Japan!”

Yeah, I finally said something like this. Where is self-esteem? With a heavy voice, I held back tears.

“Why should I help you?” lamented Disa.

“Because I—”

“What are you?” continued with Disa without even glancing at me.

***

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