The Destiny I Chose
The better

My days passed with joy because every day, my trading was always running out. Even the people who buy now come from outside the area. Those whose direction of work passes from the big road in front of my house must always stop by for breakfast first.

I cooperate with Mbak Laras with a payment per day of one hundred thousand rupiah. Because when I want to give more, Mbak Laras must have refused. I don't know, they're all very good. I feel so happy and happy living here.

Now I also have a babysitter whom I assigned to look after my children when I trade. Her name is Ms. Dena. A middle-aged woman who lives alone with her husband. His children live outside the city. Some are married, working, and in college. Her husband is a PNS, I think his life is guaranteed.

"Lid, said Santi, your file has gone to court. Stay waiting for the call for the trial," said Mbak Laras to me.

"Well, what a pussy, yeah, Ma'am. I guess the process took three to six months, it turned out this fast, "I said with a look of amazement.

"Yes, Santi's great, yeah. If you can get divorced from your irresponsible husband. You just calm down, Lid. One day he will be affected by his own karma. If I have a child who is not responsible like that, I must have scratched from KK. Indeed, your in-laws are rather errant, even support his son cheating." Ms. Dena is coming.

"Hehe, yes, Ma'am, let Allah repay them." I just nodded and smiled.

There is still a little food that has not been sold, but it is still early in the morning. Do I have to make a lot of food tomorrow? I don't know, I can't do everything myself. Do I have to hire people again? Ah, but I'd better not hurry. I enjoy what is there now.

"Mbak, rice one pack of meat rendang, yes," said one visitor who had just come and sat in a chair. I was still chatting with Mbak Laras and Bu Dena immediately turned to look at the customer.

"Well, Lidya? You're here?" he was astonished, just like me.

"Eh, Mas Fikri? I-yes, Mas, I now live here." I just nodded slowly while making food for her.

"Where's Radit?"

Ah, apparently he thinks that I'm still with Mas Radit.

"In his house, Mas" I said slowly. I came to him and served him a plate containing the food he ordered earlier.

"Huh? You and him..."

"Yes, Mom, we're getting a divorce soon." I nodded in agreement to her guess even though her sentence was not perfect. I know what's on his mind now when I hear that Mas Radit and I have separated.

"Oh, sorry then." Mas Fikri looks bad on me. It seems he thinks that his question has offended me. Though not, I have absolutely no sorrow when parting with such a cowardly man. In fact, my current race towards her had already disappeared. Such great love for her, now turned into deep hatred.