You Forgot My Wife's Son

Chapter 14

Rangga ran after Kartika. "Kartika. wait..." But Kartika no longer turned his head, quickly took the transportation.

The shadow of Kartika who was crying earlier made his heart re-collapse. Kartika was deeply wounded, woundless, and he was the one who had scratched the wound. If possible, he wants to treat the wound, returning to the way he used to carve love with the woman he loved.

Ranggano stared at the transport, if allowed he wanted to knit his love that had been torn apart. Maybe not only torn but Rangga realized he was the one who had torn the love.

And what did he say, divorce? oh naw. I don't want to part with him. I want to raise my son together.

Kartika is his love while Diana is his treasure. Yep. Selfish indeed, but he was tired of living a poor life, tired of being a vagabond.

"You okay boss?" Rudy who had been observing since earlier from a distance approached his boss who was still standing by the side of the road.

"Let's get the boss, go home" said Rudy. Rangga followed Rudi, got into the car. Inside the car was silent, dissolving in each other's minds. Actually Rudy was curious to also want to know, what happened to Rangga. However, it is not appropriate to ask that at this time.

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Kartika PoV's.

If I had known I would be reunited with Angga in a state he was married again. Of course I won't be persistent in looking for him.

It's better not to know what happened to Rangga, than to know and then make me hurt even more.

Honestly I still love him, why is that jerk still in my memory. O Allah, abolish the love that is in my heart.

Inside the carriage my tears did not stop flowing, not realizing that it was the center of attention of fellow passengers.

My mind's fucked up, where am I going now? returning to the factory under these circumstances is clearly impossible. Let me be angry with Mbak Nana and Miss Yoyoh, not to mention Adelia who likes to look for face will definitely corner me.

"Where are you going down?" the driver surprised me. I looked to my left and there was no one.

"Where is this bang?" I was like a daze not remembering directions.

"It's been up to Ful Mbak, Mbak anyway, crying continues," he said.

"Oh my God... I missed the bang, brother turned around?"

"No, I want to go home for lunch first, ma'am up the other one."

"Yes bang, I'm down here" I got off the shuttles walking in search of the same shuttles. It's been 10 minutes waiting yet to come.

"Crooott" a car passed through a puddle of water, the rain marks last night maybe? Duh gusti... My uniform is wet, where dirty again! czech. Complete is my suffering.

I took a tissue from a small bag, then wiped the part that was exposed to dirty water. Although not dry at least can reduce turbid water attached to the shirt.

"Sir, I'm sorry, because of me, the shirt got dirty" said a woman who was probably the driver of the car. I raised my head, he was already standing in front of me.

"Carticles?" said it.

"Linda?" I smiled as I lost my anger, it turned out that she was Linda, my schoolmate. For a moment we were silent. "You here?" we said simultaneously.

"Yes, my house is not far from here" Linda said.

"What are you doing here yourself? so why is your face so tangled like yarn? it's so crying again," he's like a parrot.

I looked down and rubbed my dirty clothes, not answering.

"Ang"

I raised my head, staring at her happy face emanating there. I took a slow breath, throwing it away violently. "It's a long story." I said.

"You stopped by my house first yes, we meet here, if you deliberately want to visit not sampean." he asked.

I kept thinking, should I go there? but what's wrong, I've been wanting to visit for a long time. But there is always someone who fails.

"All right" I finally agreed.

I sat down next to her, and looked back and she had just finished shopping. Proven lots of stuff behind.

"I've been shopping out of the mother market" he said as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Shop that much, for how many months Lin?"

"Hehehe" Linda just chuckled. "I shop to make merchandise, usually a shopping assistant. The therapy. her cup car didn't fit, so I helped her," she said long.

I just remembered my friend is a businessman in town. But no matter what the effort, I don't know. While her husband works as a lecturer, even I heard the last grapevine, her husband has become the rector in the field of cooperation.

"Get in" Linda pulled my hand and took her inside. Up at the doorway I saw three women lowering their groceries.

"Sit Tik" he said, then he went back shortly afterwards, he returned with drinks, snacks, and also neatly folded clothes.

"Don't bother Lin,"

"No hassle, you should change clothes first" he said. Putting clothes on me.

"Thank you Lin"

"Together"

"I'm hitching the bathroom, Lin" I said. Once confirmed, show the location of the bathroom. I change clothes, it turns out the clothes fit in my body, I peed myself in front of the glass like this shirt is still new.

We talked at length after coming out of the bathroom. Because it has been a year not met, last met when Lebaran last year, he returned to the village.

"What are you really doing Lin?" I have been holding this question since.

"Let me tell you" Linda took me to the back of the house, a vast land of about 100 square meters covered with a canopy on it. I was surprised, there turned out to be many employees who were producing snacks. Potatoes, sweet corn and cassava. There are chopping potatoes, cassava, yams, tales and the last potato.

"Subhanallah.." I shut my mouth. "So this is your effort Lin" I was amazed by the success of my SMK friend.

"Yes, at first I was just a Tik prankster, rather than working outside the house, other than my husband not supporting my time for children and husbands to decrease."

"Where do you work Tik now?"

I told you about my work. Linda nodded.

"If you want, you can join Tik here" he asked seriously.

"I said Mrs Rum, yes Lin, because my son has gone to school in SD xx, far from here."

"Yes already.. tomorrow we think again, you rest first gih, I think you are very tired." I'm nodding. We sat on the sofa talking while sleeping in the long chair.

"Tik, what's wrong with you? you haven't been able to find your husband?" ask Linda slowly.

"Already Lin" I immediately remembered Angga, my eyes were again condensing.

"Keep..." Linda seems curious. I told you everything. Because I trust Linda, she's my friend from Elementary School until now. He has always been a loyal listener and no longer tells others about my aip.

"O Allah, the Patient, Tik"

Linda came closer and hugged me. I shed my tears.

"Your life story, it turns out like in the soap opera Tik, can not your story I make a novel?" said it. I'm appalled. "Don't!" quickly answer.

"Why? take it easy, Tik, your name is disguised, so don't worry." he persuaded me.

"Do you like to write novels?" my best friend is just there, college majoring in gurufa why become a hobby of writing.

"Like, but my mouthpiece is not as good as the literature department is.I at most read it myself if I am free" he concluded. I was almost home in the afternoon. Actually, he wanted to drive me but his car was being used to deliver goods.

Pov Author.

Kartika waiting for transportation on the side of the road, the time is already 5 pm. However, it turns out that the full hour of transportation continues, loading new employees home from work and school children.

"Suuuttt." the car stopped in front of him. "Let's go up" Kartika looked at the man who lowered the glass in half.

"Sir Devan? why are you here anyway?" Kartika.

"Well, I'll tell you later"

"All right" Kartika wants to open the back door.

"Eiiit.. Don't be there dong! I'm not a driver. Here, sit in front"

Kartika scratched her head, momentarily thinking. Is that right, he's sitting in front? she still has a husband.

"Australia..." Devan pokes his head out the car glass.

"Yes-yes" Kartika hurriedly sat in front.