Devotion (A Devotion)
The Another Love Song

Coming home from the hospital that afternoon, my body was already feeling a little fresh. Although I have not been able to get rid of my irritation to Mas Hadi, I tried to focus on making my physique healthy first. I still want to get pregnant with a girl. It's okay if Mas Hadi finds out I don't take the contraceptive pill anymore.

The day after I got home from the hospital, I had my period. Thank God, hopefully functional cysts that were indicated by Dr. Melisa yesterday, can be shed with my period. Next week the control schedule goes to Titin's Doctor and re-examine it.

The next day after Asar's time, Nofi and a neighbor who had not been able to visit the hospital came home to bring cakes and small meals. In fact, Nofi's house is not in this complex anymore, why is he diligent about coming to my house? Although various questions approached, there was no way I would face sour in front of many people.

Later I would go to his house and ask him what the information meant to tell him I was sick with cancer, and where he got the information.

Honestly, I'm very disturbed by that. I actually have cancer. So what's the rumor of me having cancer going all the way to Nofi. Sherly hasn't sent out the news about Screen Shoot her conversation with Nofi the other day.

“Health, Nggih, Miss Love. Don't mind too much,” said bu Dar, the old woman who lives right next to my house. Bu Dar is considered an elder in this complex because his age is far above the new residents like me.

“Temple time Nuwun, Eyang.” I took his hug home.

Sherly and Nofi stayed for a while while the others were already home. At that time, then the smiling face that I had given to the other neighbor was missing. Nofi's presence in my house is no longer what it used to be when we were best friends. Now, every word hurts my heart. Is my heart hurting from envy and hate? Is my heart dirty from jealousy? Isn't it natural for a wife to be jealous if she is close to another woman?

Sherly opened up the newly arrived merchandise. Branded clothes are also branded bags that I just took from the supplier.

“Waah, this is great, Cin! How much is this?”

“Thursday is four hundred, Sher. If it is as solemn, six hundred and fifty for you. I yesterday took one that salem color.” Even though he has not recovered properly, when talking about trading my heart becomes happy.

Regarding the sale of gamis, I adjust to the tastes of buyers. There is a set price of three hundred, up to the most expensive famous brands one million. Depends on the message. Incidentally, the brand held by Sherly there is a maroon color, while buying to supllyer must be at least three sets.

“I picked up this creamy one yes, Cint. Pay tomorrow. I didn't bring any money. Wong his intention was just nengokin you.”

I smiled at Sherly's words. It is common for us to trade like this, because we know each other. I often take Sherly's merchandise, pay for it the next day.

Nofi flipping through other sales. His eyes stared at those things cynically. “Mahal, really, Cin! The time of the goods is like this the price. Is nothing cheap?” He saw a bag written for one million and five hundred.

Ivory color bags are special, as special as the price. Someone ordered a similar model bag with red, so I bought 3 pieces with different colors. Who knows if someone wants to buy it.

“Ya, there is a price there is a look,” I replied kalem.

Nofi went home first after her son called asking her to come home soon. Sherly made sure Nofi was gone with her eyes on her. I see something strange about Sherly's behavior.

“Why are you, anyway?”

“You just be careful the same Nofi, Cint!”

“You're so scary anyway, Sher. What's the matter?”

Sherly immediately opened her phone and showed me a chat that had not been sent to me yesterday. My heart feels tight. There's a bad taste. My stomach feels heartburn. My tongue cannot speak. My hands are shaking sliding Sherly's phone monitor screen. A screen shoot sent by Nofi to Sherly I read in a blurry state of view. The dew at the tip of the eyelid has formed implying the pain of my wounded heart.

[Mas Hadi, What love hurts, the hell actually?]

A photo of the USG with my name was sent to Nofi's number. Hmm, this is the reason why Mas Hadi asked for the photo. To be sent to Nofi.

[Cancer, Dik. I've taken it to an oncologist. Maybe I won't be able to have another daughter from Love.]

[Oh, I'm not patient, Mom. It is called fortune, God rules.]

[Yes, Brother. There's already Caca who I consider my own son. Thank you kash, brother. Allow Caca to be close to me.]

[Excuse me, Mas. Consider it your own child. Wong and her father just can't get close. Even glad he was close to Mas Hadi. He wanted to have a father like Mas Hadi, who loved him. Not like his father.]

[Yes, Brother. I love Caca, and I love Dik Nofi.]

One by one the clear circles felt warm on these cheeks. Is that really the message? Is that really the expression of Mas Hadi to Nofi.

Sherly approaches. The pretty face of the Spanish-Semarang stucco looks very concerned about my condition. He put down the dress he had chosen. Sitting right in front of me, he started talking.

“Yesterday all the way home from the hospital, Nofi story. Mr. Hadi was chasing after her to marry him as his 2nd wife. He does not want to be in polygamy, he said. Cint. You don't let your guard down. This woman is evil. Not want to be the 2nd wife, even though she knows Mr. Hadi has a wife. Nofi wants to get rid of you, Cint.”

An almost ancient dream fire from memory is coming back. Dream about Mas Hadi getting out of the car on a trip, preferring to go with Nofi rather than with me. The man left me alone in the middle of the highway, in a striking vehicle. I tried to shake that dream.

“Sher, please send to me yes, that was.”

***

Before Magrib Mas Hadi came home from the office delivered by a driver. I served her favorite cold and fried tea. His face was bright like a full moon. He was busy with his phone, smiling himself reply to chat and open-open medsos. I saw everything in a sitting position still in the middle room chair.

The television was turned off by Izal. He and his brothers prepared for the mosque. Mas Hadi's? He chose to watch television instead of going to the mosque.

When the night came and the children were done with the task, I read the story before bed as usual. Because now they are no longer toddlers, the storybook has changed genres. Not animal stories, but children's stories. Sometimes they prefer mystery stories. After I made sure they were asleep, I was in the middle room following Mas Hadi who was watching a movie.

“Mas, can you explain to me, this is what?” I showed you the screen shot Sherly sent.

Mas Hadi grabbed the phone I extended. He read all the messages captured by the screen. His eyes opened wider. His breathing was hunting with an irregular rhythm. His face changed saga.

“Yes, indeed I love, Nofi and Caca. What do you want?”

I looked at the face that had fifteen years accompanied my life. The face now found a new hue to enliven his soul. She sang another love song in her heart. I could only stare in disbelief, he dared to confess his feelings towards Nofi. Some are sliced when remembering his faithful promise, “we will be together, until death separates.”

[Yen ing tawang ono latitude cah ayu

I'm ngenteni your puzzle

Marang mego ing angkoso

Sung takok-to your party.

Promise me I'll eleng ayu

Sumedot roso ing ati

Latitude latitude'e wingi wingi nimas

Tresna I sundul ing ati

Ndek semono your promise is executed

Mego kartiko keiring roso tresno

Yen ing tawang ono latitude cah ayu

Rungokno cries ati

Miraring swara ing ratri nimas

ngenteni moon ndadari.]