Wound Spot
Your happiness is my happiness
For more than a year Aira worked at F&Fours Restaurant, only today she felt very depressed. How not, he must be reunited with the shadow of the past. The former in-laws and some people who might not have liked her first, plus the one who hated her the most now was her ex-husband.
Due to misunderstandings and slander that occurred in the past, he must accept sanctions that he did not really do. But let it be, it becomes a memory that he will not want to remember. Getting scornful and hateful gazes from some of the Fahreza family. The highlight is when her ex-husband treats her like a cheap woman and abuses her self-esteem.
Aira did know that she was never accepted into the Fahreza family. Impoverished. Uncertain origin. Her seeds. Beautiful moreover. Nothing could be seen from the human judgment of him. If she could blame, Aira would blame her ex-husband for taking her and forcing her family to accept her. But all was not entirely wrong Azka, because in fact he also wanted the man. Loving her.
Ok, just blame her for being taken into a whirlpool of trouble. But is being poor a mistake? No. gabe. Aira never asked to be born poor like this. But he also cannot blame the circumstances.
Being poor does not mean that he is willing to have his pride trampled. He does not live in a story that is clearly hurt, cannot fight. He is not as good as the protagonists who are always aired on TV.
Thank God, today he was able to pass even though there were some dramas. He can still
"Ra, I'm going home first. My husband picked me up in front." That's what Sintya told him after the work hours were over & everything was in order. Sintya is indeed invited home from work every day by her husband.
"OK, Sin. Be careful on the road. Ask your mas do not need to rush, slowly too until later. Than it fell last week. Masmu if you bring a motorbike already marc marques aja." His speech was commemorated because indeed Sintya's husband was like a copian marc marques if again driving. The difference is only, if the marc marques falter in the arena, if Sintya's husband is on the road.
Sintya who heard it can only laugh especially when remembering the events of last week. Because kebelet & no pertamina and place they go through to defecate. Finally they fell because of the slippery road right around the corner. Her husband's front teeth are dated.
"OK, bosthh. I'm first, yeah."
Aira nodded her head and waved as a sign of farewell. Fortunately the drama that had happened earlier was not able to be smelled by his best friend and also other colleagues.
After an incident that made her mood like a roller coaster, Aira was no longer able to look at her ex-husband. Because not until when they are looking, Aira instead throw a tray that he faithfully always carries. There is still love, but she is fed up with Azka's mistreatment of her.
After finishing getting ready with a jacket and bag draped on the shoulder, Aira walked out and parted at some of her co-workers who were also getting ready to go home.
When he was going to put his helmet on, he could still hear the vibrations and ringing coming from inside his bag. Soon, Aira reached into her bag and listed her sister's name there. Mutias.
"Assalamualaikum, hello, deck, what's up? this is my brother just coming home from work."
"Waalaikumsalam, brother. Where is it now?" Ask mutiah across there who made Aira's forehead interlocked.
"New way home. What's the matter, deck? Grandma's fine, right?" Aira was a little worried because at the age of the late grandmother, Aira had to take extra care of her grandmother's health.
"Grandmother is fine, brother. I just want the position of brother, because I want to tell you to pick up..hehehe" Cengengesan Aira heard his sister's voice over there. Aira immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He thought there was nothing about his grandmother.
"Where are you? not coming home yet?" Read it to his grandfather. Because it's not usual for her to go without stuffing on him.
"Muti is out of data collection for research, sis. After that because it was too late, so I took care of Caca. Good for the cost, brother. I'm waiting for my sister at her house, Caca." The path of his sister's friend's house will indeed be passed by Aira when he comes home from work.
Aira ber-oh ria's.
"Jaudah, wait for brother. Less than 15 minutes until. Let's just let the rain go a little bit."
"Ok, brother. Be careful on the road. Assalamualaikum."
Aira put her phone back in her bag and tightened the leather jacket she was wearing. Take the road or not, but if waiting for the rain slightly subsides then it will be until very night.
taking a deep breath, Aira finally pulled the accelerator pedal and ignored the increasingly heavy rain.
Thirring to the house of his sister's friend turned out to miss. the time it took longer than expected due to heavy rain that could not be compromised.
Fortunately when he arrived at his sister's friend's house, the rain slightly subsided. Aira claxed when she got there. Shortly thereafter, his sister walked out on a path patrolled by Caca.
"Not come by yet, brother. The rain is still this heavy." The tide saw Aira who even using a raincoat was still exhausted.
"Later on, Ca, brother dropped by. It was too late. It's not good to stop by these nights either."
Inevitably, Caca was finally unable to hold Aira. After putting items that are easily wet into the motorcycle saddle and wearing a jacket, Mutiah and Aira also farewell and drive home.
10 Minutes later, they were safely home. After they finished, Aira & Mutiah gathered with Grandma at the dinner table for dinner. Interspersed with small talk, the atmosphere of eating with his beloved family was incomparable.
After dinner and cleaning the kitchen area, Mutiah went into his room to rest. While Aira with Grandma was still faithfully sitting in front of the TV with rattan mats. Aira felt the need to lie on Grandma's lap after a long day that she passed.
Aira laid her head on Grandma's lap to rest her heart and mind on the matters of the world. Comfortable feel. While closing his eyes and getting rubbed on the head by Grandma's warm hands.
"How does it work, son? fluently? no problem, right, at work?" As if knowing about her granddaughter's heart, Grandma made Aira open her eyes and shake her head in her lap.
"Current, Grandma. Good workmate and don't forget the royal boss sir asked for mercy." With a smile Aira answered her which made Grandma contract her shady smile.
"Alhamdulillah, if it goes well, son. Grandma always wishes her all the best for Grandma's grandchildren. Little salary, as long as it's halal and a blessing to the family."
Aira agreed with her Grandma, agreed.
"Grandmother apologizes for not being able to give the best to the grandkids, Grandma. Especially you, son. You have to take care of all the needs of the family. You should've..."
"ssttt.nek. It was Aira's duty to bear it all. Aira was happy with Aira's hard work, Grandma did not need to sell in the market anymore. Mutiah doesn't have to work to meet college needs. Enough of the focus of college. It could be doctors and human beings alike people, Grandma." There was bitter in Aira's answer that made Grandma tear. Silent for a while.
"Well, ah... Aira's going to work tomorrow. Sleep over, Grandma. Aira was also very sleepy." It was better to end their conversation before there was heavy rain drenching their mats.
After turning off the TV and making sure Grandma entered the room safely, Aira went into her room. Right after the door of her room closed, Aira could no longer hold back her tears and tightness in her chest.
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