Two Love's
Injuries in the Heart Corner

    That disgusting sight was still unfolding before my eyes. My mouth feels stiff. My tongue suddenly shrieked. My anger piled up, and reached its peak. My tears are spilling. I saw clearly that Iqbal and Sarah were enjoying their touch. 

"gold! "shouted me for a moment. Iqbal looked quickly at me. 

" fuck! "i heard Iqbal swearing. I looked at him sharply. Iqbal was confused, and so was Sarah

   They were in a hurry wearing their clothes that were lined up on the floor. I turned around running out of the house. Mas Iqbal chased after me, he only had time to put on his pants. The shirt is still there. Aaron saw me with tears. I looked down, covering up the shame and disappointment. Iqbal pulled my arm. 

"Anger, please. I-i'm sorry! " said Iqbal. 

" what are you after me for, man? Just continue! You're halfway there, you're really enjoying it. You guys are so disgusting! "scoarse me. My eyes are red with anger. 

Iqbal looked down, either out of guilt, or out of what, I didn't care. 

" let's go, Aaron! "take to Aaron who is still staring, looking at me with pity. 

" wait! Who is this guy? "asked Iqbal, looking suspiciously at Aaron who was also staring at him. 

" why, ha? No need to ask who he is! Take care of your mistress Sarah! "my word is fierce. I left him without giving him a chance to speak. Mas Iqbal covered his face with a palm. Randomizing his hair. 

I don't care anymore. What I saw was a very clear explanation. My husband is doing nothing behind my back. Their relationship is so far away. 

Aaron opened the car door. I went in and sat in the back seat. My tears are pouring out. Together with the untold rupture of my heart. 

Aaron drove the car. Sometimes I see the one who likes me. 

"do we need to pull over first? Calm down, "say Aaron. He pulled over the car, parked the car in a cafe courtyard. 

" can I calm myself down in a place like this? "asked me when I realized, the car stopped in the courtyard of a cafe. 

" cry! By crying, you might be calmer, "said Aaron. He handed me a handkerchief. I accepted. I used to wipe away the tears that had flooded my veil. 

" why is he so hard on me, what should I do? "murmured himself. 

" you can't think about this right now. Takes time. Need tranquility. Calm your mind, a week or two, "Harun gave advice. I listen without expression. My tears are still melting. 

" how? You wanna get down here? Or go on a journey? "asked Aaron. I'm still quiet. I don't know what I want. 

" we'll pick up your son, then think about where to go. Do you want to go home? "

"all right, let's get Alif first. But I don't want to go home. I'll just go to our house. He will definitely accept and give me advice," I replied flatly. 

Aaron drove the car. Down road. My tears are melting again. Iqbal and Sarah. I don't know what they're doing now. There is still guilt, or a sense of sin. Or are they ignoring me? I don't know. I'm starting to not care anymore. 

My eyes glanced far out the car window. 

Looking for a calm that might dampen anger and disappointment. I don't know where, and to whom.

"a journey will not be easy to pass. His trials are different. Clearly, everyone still has trials and exams. Some are tested with pain, some are tested with economics, some are tested with difficulty of descent. Incidentally, your test is about the husband's affair. It may not be easy, but it is also not impossible for you to get through all of this well and wisely" Aaron said. I heard without a sound. No more desire to speak. 

" you already have a son. My advice, talk about your problems well, and take the best solution. Do you think your husband is used to adultery? " continued Aaron asked. I was lazy to answer, but what he asked was true. I know Iqbal, he's not a guy who easily does forbidden relationships. I know he's always looking after himself. Before marrying me, she never touched me. We only chatted a short distance away, never near each other. How did Iqbal do that with Sarah? What does it mean that they are secretly married? Ah, my head feels heavy. I don't want to think about this first. 

   Aaron focused on the steering. No longer talking like that. Maybe because I chose to be quiet not to respond. But I did not expect, Aaron has a wise enough attitude. 

The car kept going. My eyes are getting tired, I close my eyes. Fallen asleep. Forgetting the wounds I just received.