The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 4

NORMAL DAY

A week has passed since my meeting with Hafiz. Means a week also my pledge to try to fight back and kill my feelings for Zaky. It worked?

A week without meetings and without conversations. I developed a new habit of waking up early and sleeping late at night. I was in the office until time passed. By the time I got home, I was tired and it would be easy to sleep. I'm trying to find a rhythm that's right over me without Zaky. Until this morning, I found 2 wedding invitations lined up neatly on my desk.

Aghnia and Farhan

Surabaya

I tried to remember the name on the invitation. But there really is no memory I can call to give me both names. Surabaya's? I don't seem to have any friends living there. Then who is this?

The second invitation, the light blue cover. Gorgeous

Doni and Gendhis

Unfortunate

The deg!!!

I slowly opened the invitation to confirm the full name of the bride and groom. Surely the groom. I really hope this time I don't find that name there. Believe me right now I'm trembling, more nervous than a promotion interview.

Doni Pramudya Ramadan & Gendis Ning Zaskia

Fix it!!!! Once again fate toyed with, even this time you could say try to laugh at me. By allowing this wedding invitation to reach my hands, it means that fate really wants to drown me deeper into the pit of wounds and wounds.

Doni Pramudya Ramadhan, I'm more comfortable calling him Pram. He was the one who came first carrying the flag of love, plunging it too deep in the wound and imprinting it to this day. He also taught me the meaning of the wound of betrayal, 2 years before I knew Zaky. Then how could he confidently send this invitation to me??? Oh My Good, Please……

My memory goes back to the past, the time when Pram was still with me, as a couple. We used to be in a division of this company. We know each other, because it was often involved in one event together. Until in the end, Pram declared his love, and I accepted. During our 4 months together, everything still looks and feels beautiful. Until one day, several times I got information from friends of the next division, Pram road with other women.

At first I tried to dismiss the news, but somehow one day a surprise came to me. Surprise where, I was so hurt for the first time because of a man. It was my birthday and I chose to celebrate with my friends, because Pram happened to be involved in events outside the city with teams from other divisions. Unexpectedly I saw with my own eyes, my first pram-love was holding another woman.

Still imprinted in my memory, at that time with all the anger I tried to muffle I asked Pram for clarity. Once again fate tried to test my patience.

“ Pram, who is he?”, I asked while holding back emotions

Suddenly the woman beside Pram stood up and reached out to me. With confidence he introduced himself

I'm gawking. My silence was an expression of anger, jealousy, shame, and nothing else. I was just trying to hold back my tears. My pride still has to be held high in front of these\-people.

“Pram?, can you explain this?”, I'm still trying to calm down. It could be prank. I guess at birthdays, it's a little bit of a natural thing to do. I really hope this is part of the surprise that my friends have prepared.

“Dea, I'm sorry,” Pram speech disconnected.

I tried to swallow, which suddenly felt like a lump of gravel was lodged in my throat.

“I am a clear yes...” Tania took over. I also seemed hypnotized, more precisely looking stupid watching the scene.

“ Me and Pram, lover couple. Pram chose me. You have to be self-aware, not to be a hindrance in our relationship. Oh yes, we actually walked 1 month ago. Yes.cuman because it is still ka-si-han aja.Pram has not mutusin you. So it's obvious right?”, Tania grinned in her arrogant style.

At that moment, I felt the world collapse. I left them and Pram didn't try to prevent me or explain. I swear I will never forgive this betrayal. More precisely harassment of my pride. One day I will repay them. I was really angry and devastated at that moment.

As I was swept away in my dark past daydream, someone came in a hasty step.

“Mbak Dea, there was an invitation I put on the table, “Tika disperse my daydream.

“Heem, this is it?”, I showed you two pieces of the invitation

“But who is this? Surabaya”, ask me on Tika

“Oh, the son of mbak assembly division. New kid. If not wrong just 4 months of work here, his age is also very young. But he said he can men tajir anyway,” Tika gives complete and detailed information

“Ow...,”answerp.

“If the other one I do not know mbak, because it was Mr. security guard who love”, Tika again gave a description.

“That was an employee here, but I have resigned” for a long time, I provide information so that Tika does not ask more questions

I left Tika on my desk. I intentionally. For some reason, the oxygen in my brain was reduced drastically after reading Pram's invitation. I decided to go to the pantry, hopefully there is a fresh drink there.

So far, I can live my day without Zaky. Everything's fine. Be okay? Did ya? I must have gone through these days quite normally. It might even be too ordinary, to the point that it seemed bland. It's too ordinary, to the point that I don't let anything else into my activities, other than work.

Deep in the corner of my heart, I cried. Crying in silence. I'll make sure this is the best way for me, to start a new day without Zaky. For my sake, I deserve to be happy.