G.yep
I'm sorry
Angga sat pensively in his study. He looked at his wedding photo with Maya 2 years ago. How happy he was to have Maya.
Maya is the only woman she loves and has always been in her heart. Although from the beginning knew Maya until they married Angga's parents against their marriage.
Angga is actually already in a match with the child of his mother's best friend. But .. Angga just loves Maya. Angga should not divorce Maya. He regretted his actions.
" If you knew Maya, what I'm doing is all for you." murmured Angga.
"I love you more than myself Maya."
" I'm sorry about my inability.."
Angga is downcast considering how he was forced to marry Yohana by his parents.
"Angga ... what do you expect from a barren wife like Maya..?" ask his mother
" Mommy.I love Maya .. no matter what happens.I'm her husband.bu..."
" Your mother is old ... already want to pet the grandchild.. like friends my age.... until when should your mother wait...??"
"Mom.the child is a blessing from God.... Maybe we haven't been trusted by him....Me and Maya have been trying, but all is will - He's Mom..."
" I don't want to know.km has to marry Yohana.
Yohana is the daughter of a friend's mother.if you don't want to marry her...."
That's what made Angga finally agree to marry Yohana six months ago. Angga feels guilty for betraying Maya.
Angga can't do anything because he knows how his mother is. If he continues to oppose her, then Maya will suffer.
That night..
"Mas...today we stayed here, right?" ask spoiled Yohana.
" I am also your wife .you have not done your duty to me as a husband." whine Yohana.
" No I have to go home.I know Maya must be waiting for me."
" Mas .I am also your wife the same as Maya.then why do you distinguish your treatment of me ?"
" You're not the same as Maya....I love Maya.and you should have known from the beginning. didn't .. I've rejected this marriage ..."
" But I am also entitled to you as your wife..."
" No. My heart, soul, and body belong only to Maya.. "
Yohana was disappointed with Angga's reply. She devises a plan to keep Angga with her, spending the night with her.
" Mas ..mas wants a cold drink."
" Can..."
"OK mas . . a moment yes . I take it"
Yohana with her scheming intention mixes Angga's drink with alcohol.
" You will be with me tonight mas" Yohana murmured in her heart.
" It's mas ...taken.."
" Thank you." He drank it without hesitation..
Slowly the consciousness of Angga faded. Yohana also began to approach Angga. Stroking Angga with her soft. Yohana tries to kiss Angga's lips but Angga refuses.
" What are you doing Yohana...?"
" Mas . I want you mas.I want you."
"No. Stay away from me."
Angga tried to let go of Yohana's embrace. Yohanna continued to kiss Angga's neck and cheeks. Angga rejected it but Yohana continued to force her will, until finally the mango slapped her
PLACKS
"I'm sorry.I'm sorry Yohana." said Angga as he passed away leaving Yohana.
Angga did not know if there was a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt.
"STUPID... IDIOT.."
" Why didn't I realize all that."
" How stupid am I.I'm sorry Maya "
"I hurt you.I'm sorry, baby."
Angga regretted his actions. Without Angga realizing Angga said the word divorce .Angga should not divorce Maya.
But his temperament attitude sometimes makes him rash. And now, the rice has become porridge..
Angga is waiting for Maya at home. Angga thought Maya could not go far because Maya did not bring clothes or other items.
"What time is this ...? why Maya has not come back yet.what happened to her" murmured Angga worried.
"Let's go home .. I'm sorry Maya" said Angga.
"Should I call her..?"mumbles
Angga also ventured to call Maya.
DRETT.. DERTTTT... DERTTTT..
Maya only looks at her HP screen without picking up a phone call from Angga.
G saw all that and felt annoyed.
" Yes...why...?"
" Hehmmmmm... Angga ..he contacted me.." answered Maya honestly.
" Why don't you pick up a phone call from Angga..? "
" I'm not ready to talk to her yet. I need some time to think about all this....I want to calm myself down ..."
" Well .. up to you. do whatever you want.."
" Thank you G..."
Maya is with G because G wants to take Maya to her room. They walked up the stairs to the third floor.
G orders Jo to prepare the bedroom right next to G's bedroom.
"Maya..this is your room." said G as he opened the door to Maya's room.
Maya sees a fairly large bedroom. The bedroom is white and very beautiful. The bedroom has a large bed. There are two small tables on either side of the bed with lights on it.
In the room there is also a dressing table and a large wardrobe full of needs of women ranging from clothes, bags, shoes and others.
Even Maya's bedroom has a terrace overlooking the garden behind the house.
"How do you like it...??" ask G
" Likes... Thanks G..."
" If there's anything less you can tell me.you don't hesitate.."
" No. This is enough.."
" Maya ...you don't want to eat.. You haven't eaten all day...?"
" No G. I'm not having an appetite.."
" Yes.do not forget to take care of your own health..forget what happened today..."
" I'll try." answered Maya.
"OK.I'll stay first.you rest first.."
g said as he walked away from Maya .
Maya looks back on her phone but this time she wants to listen to music on her phone.
Oh, it hurts the most house I don't know the couse
Maybe I should'n have been married
When you left and told me not to wait
Oh, it kills the most to say that I still care
Now I'm left tryna rewind the Times you hold and kissed me back
I wonder if your thinking
" is She alright all alone ?"
I wonder if you tried to call, but couldn't find your phone
Have lever crossed your thoughts
Because your name's all over mine
A monent in time, don't watch me cry
A monent in time, don't watch me cry
DON'T WATCH ME CRY (Jorda Smith) by Alexander Porat
Listening to the song made Maya cry again. Maya so pervades every song's lyrics. Maya falls asleep slowly because of her fatigue. Even Maya doesn't realize that Angga called Maya again.
DRETT.... DRETT... DRETT..
Maya is too deep and doesn't realize that G is in her room. G saw the vibrating Mayan screen.
"Suckers.want what else is he?"mummy G .
