Bitter Tongue In-Law
47. Contrition

Never living far from the child just wayangnya make bu Ningsih lately do not have the spirit to live. She no longer knows what the point of living without her child is. He used it to cry for the child.

Ms. Ningsih was tired of looking for her son everywhere. One by one all of Arga's friends had been asked. Even Arga's schoolmates did not escape his target. However, until this moment did not produce the slightest results. There is no point of enlightenment or little hope of finding the whereabouts of his son.

His body is now thin. It was as if he lived a long life in this world, but every day Lia took care of it by giving food, persuading him to be stronger, and doing other things to strengthen her Mother-in-law. Even though he himself is on the verge of destruction.

Yes, at first Lia did not get along with her mother-in-law, but gradually after the departure of Arga and see Bu Ningsih who seemed to lose a child for eternity made him remember his parents who also left him for eternity. Although the context this time is different, the point is that they are currently both losing the same person. Lia was once in the position of Bu Ningsih. Alone, there is no hope for happiness let alone the continuation of life. He knows how devastated and painful it is to lose the only person closest to him.

Although Lia gets Arga the wrong way, Lia has a pretty sincere taste for her husband. A long-buried feeling like it might fade quickly and just disappear. It must take a process and a long time to get to the point like Nuna now, which is at a sincere point.

"Mom, our fate is the same. We are both left behind by the people we care about the most. But at least I shouldn't be. I have to take care of myself, take care of my health, maybe Arga will wake up and come back here. Honestly, I feel sorry because I don't know what Arga wants. I'm kind of like this because I'm not ready to be born inwardly if I have to take care of people's children."

"Your regrets won't bring Arga back. How many times have I told you to follow what Arga wants. There is no man like him. If I were Arga, the day you miscarried I would have told you. No man can stand with a woman who does not have a uterus. Still good thing he only asked for adoption of children, did not ask for polygamy. I didn't think it was there, did you?" Amidst her pain and weakness, Ms. Ningsih still had enough energy to blame Lia.

"What's wrong is that it's not just me, it's mom, too. The mother also forced too much will to ask Arga to take her son who was the same as Nuna. It's not easy, ma'am, considering what you've done with Nuna, she would do anything to keep her child. I'm a girl too, if I were Nuna I would do the same. Especially Mother, whose status is also the same as Nuna. I'm sure you'll do the same."

"But Nuna, right, can still remarry. She can still get pregnant again, she can still give birth to another child. You and Arga? I mean Arga to take her son from Nuna because she also cheated on you to keep your marriage. If you do not want to adopt children, do not want to take care of other people's children, you should not want to take care of the children of your husband. Because it's just Nuna's son who's draining Arga's blood."

Feeling annoyed and thinking it was no longer possible to argue with the woman whose mother-in-law status was, Lia preferred to be quiet and paid her way home. He did care about the state of Bu Ningsih, he forced himself to care because considering they had the same fate. What's wrong with changing and strengthening each other, but in fact what's in his head does not correspond to reality.

On the way home, which was only a few steps away, he began to contemplate the path of his life which was so full of twists and sharp stones. Starting from a free life when he was abroad, so free he forgot how to maintain his chastity and become a killer for innocent fetuses in order to maintain work in the land of people. Once doing so turned out not to make him change, instead he returned to do it many times until he returned to his homeland.

I could not feel her tears dripping as soon as Lia got home. Just like Bu Ningsih, he himself was already desperate with the circumstances. What else could he do but endure the solitude. Looking for another man? Lia smiled bitterly as the thought flashed across her head. What can he be proud of having a man?

Meanwhile, humans who are victims of their selfishness are now also fighting for their lives. Starting from scratch in a new place is not easy. The couple also fought hard to live.

It was not at all Anita's desire to become a serial wife and obtain a husband from such a bad result. His life is not easy from a small, life trials that hit him since he was early age make him seek happiness in his own way.

Women who struggle to live in their own way until this moment makes him at the point of fatigue. And Arga came into his life, offering love, affection, but there was the desire of the man who gave him that affection.

Arga will bestow his affection on Anita if she can give at least one child and is willing to be his wife. Anita did not immediately say yes at that time, but gradually she saw Arga with the rest of her sanity still come to the office to work. Until the life story Arga flows that he has never heard before. Namely, he lost track of his ex-wife and his only flesh and blood.

Gradually, Anita felt pity and as time went on she saw Arga approaching her as if earnest with the offer he had heard some time ago. And finally it happened that they formed a relationship secretly. Their relationship continued for the next two years and Arga boldly decided to leave home. Leaving his mother and wife without saying goodbye and footsteps.

Their lives are not easy now, but at least the two humans are both accepting the situation and equally willing to fight from the beginning. Anita's figure really makes Arga remember with Nuna. If only he had dared to make the decision to leave the house. Maybe his sins won't pile up like this. And he must have a happy little family.

For my son, who I don't even know his name until now, I'm sorry. A thousand pardons and kissing your feet just can't seem to atone for Dad's sins. Daddy's? Should I never trust you, you call me Dad? Now you must have grown up. You're seven years old. I don't remember when you were born, I wasn't with your mother. Maybe I don't deserve you to call me Dad. Please meet Dad just once, son.

Arga shed her tears in the middle of the night. The man often looked at the worn out paper that seven years ago tore his heart apart. Paper full of bitter memories that he always brought everywhere.