Two Love's
Resuming Life.

"What do you think a relationship is so easy, Run? Lookie! Even the divorce papers haven't been signed yet, and you've already said the love words? Is this not selfishness?"

"Can't you see what I mean, Naf? I'm not asking you to love me, I just want you to know, that in this world, you don't have to cry for your ex-husband anymore, because there's me who loves you better than he does. "

" That's it! I don't want to talk about anything anymore! Let me rest and don't you act pretentious to care about me. "

I slammed the bedroom door after Aaron came out. I can't imagine before, why is this guy so easy to interpret love? I don't want to talk about love, or anything. I just want to focus on Alif's future.

My son is asleep, his heart must be restless, seeing my weak attitude.

I kissed her forehead, my boy squirms, I went back to fixing her sagging blanket.

Suddenly, Aaron's face came back. And his words about love echoed in my ears. Just make my heart cramped.

I reopen the envelope with the divorce papers I haven't handled. I don't know who and what, it's over. And the ending is sad.

Memories of Mas Iqbal also danced, we were together, happy, struggling in every way. But everything is over. It was completely over, like a dream that had to be cut off from waking from a long sleep.

I'll grab a bolpoint right away, and put a signature on that paper. Complete, everything is done.

I folded the paper back, put it in an envelope, and then put it in a drawer.

Our clothes hang in the hanger, waiting for me to finish. Just a little stay.

After this, I will prepare an example of the pattern that I will bring to the boutique Dahlia, the fashion company that accepts as their member.

The pictures of my clothes are also neat. I reopen my book. Hope to be liked by the owner of the boutique Dahlia. To prove the quality of my work.

'Forgive me, I'm sorry .... '

A message from Aaron came into my whatsap.

After opening, I felt lazy to reply. However, given clearly all the kindness he had done to us, it would be unfair if I were to be so angry with him.

' yes, no problem. We are still very good Sahanta. '

Sending reply. Then put the phone back on the nightstand.

****

One month felt so fast. I received my freedom from being Iqbal's wife.

There is no more love or other feeling. Trying to forget my ex-husband was successful. Comforting my days.

But the views and ridicule of the neighbors actually made me think. Being a widow is not as easy as you might think. Bad prejudice from various directions, more difficult to pass than just being a single parent.

'Every day home at night. Then his son was entrusted to a man who was not who he was, just imagine! They must be all right, '

Even sometimes the scorn is heard directly in my ears. Every day I gather the courage to go through the temptations of striped-nose men, basket-eyed men. Who often throw whistles accompanied by indecent sentences.

"Sometimes I just want to move out of here. "

" It's because of the environment? " ask Aaron.

He's still my best friend. He never mentioned her feelings again.

" yes, being here feels claustrophobic every day. "

" Shall I find another contract? But we've been paying for your contract for a year. If you have to move, throw away the money. "

Aaron's advice to me has always been reasonable, and to my liking.

" Be patient for a while, after a year, then you move the contract again. "

" Who knows I can also buy my own house, Kan, hahahah. "

" Amin's. I hope that. I also bought a house, though it still squeaks. While I don't empathize, so, you can play around there if it's too late" said Aaron.

I was a little excited to hear that news.

"Well, that sounds like fun. Finally you also have your own home, even though here only wander. "

Aaron smiled.