Two Love's
Starting Asa

   "first, forgive what your husband has done. Forgiveness is very difficult, but it is the main gate so you can move forward" said We. 

      Two days ago, I stayed at our house. Trying to find peace in solitude. Choosing Our home, other than because it is closer, I also do not want to be a burden on the family if you go home to the parents in the village. They can't know about my pain. Because I know, my pain is also the suffering of my parents. 

     We gave me freedom in this house. It feels like being at home. Quiet and comfortable. 

   Alif is the same. He was flushed and looked happy. Or maybe he was just pretending. I still can't read my son's heart. This time, Alif did not complain, although I asked him to plan to stay longer here. As if my son knew what he was going through. 

  Alif was comforted by the arrival of Aaron. The man always took the time to just play with Alif. Maybe he feels sorry for my condition now, who has not been able to accept the truth about my husband. 

  I don't know what Iqbal's current state of affairs is. I blocked the number so I can't call me for a while. 

  "right now, I still can't forgive Iqbal, Mil. His betrayal is so painful" I cried to Us. My best friend was still sitting on a shofa while struggling with his laptop. 

  "well. It won't be easy. But if you can forgive Iqbal, you can reconcile your own heart." 

I'm musing. To take our advice. 

"remember what you've been through together. Didn't you feel much happiness with him? "

 Continue Us. 

What he said is true. But of course it won't be easy. It takes time to open your heart. We closed his laptop, and now he sits beside me, lying on the bed. 

"then, what will you do next? You keep your husband, right? "ask Us. 

" i don't know, "my answer is short. 

" don't despair just yet. Try to stick around, "our advice. 

" meaning, am I going to share my husband with another woman? Acting normally, without jealousy or hurt? " ask me with a protest tone, it is more appropriate not to accept with our advice. 

" you still love her, don't you? And, think about Alif, pity him. By giving up everything, the husband and woman will respect you more. Believe this. "

" i am not a very religious person, even more religious you, Zif. But is there really a heaven for you if you can be patient? Try to do this first. A week, two weeks. A month, or two months. If you really can't afford it. Then, do whatever you think is better and can make you comfortable. "

  We patted my shoulders. It may be true, my best friend's advice. I'll try to live. For my son Alif. 

***

    Today I started taking Alif back to school. My decision is to continue living the destiny line that God gave me. Of course, I don't have the power to refuse. If mas Iqbal, asked me to remain his wife, then I will try and try to live it. However, if Iqbal did not love me and let me go, then maybe it was my destiny. 

   This time, Aaron drove us. This man suddenly became very familiar, as if he was trying to be our best friend. Especially for Alif, the man who was bleeding the terrain was very caring and loving to my son. 

  I had asked Usilah, whether Aaron was easy to get along with and care for everyone, and it turns out that this man is easy to sympathize with people who think are good and oppressed, and it turns out that this man is easy to sympathize with people who think he is good and oppressed, almost like me. 

  Aaron pulled the car over, and Alif and I got off. We smiled and waved at Aaron who started to pass from before us. 

I clasped Alif's hand, stepped inside the school. 

Suddenly a beautiful woman appeared, she called my name from afar. 

"Sorry, wait! " the woman shouted, stopping my steps. 

After the fashionable woman, with her beautiful hair standing right in front of me, then I knew, this woman was Sarah. My husband's storage.

  The beautiful woman with two dimples smiled at me. Alif took my hand, asking me to move from where we were standing, not caring about the arrival of this woman. Of course my son doesn't understand yet, who is the woman standing in front of us. 

  I nodded at Alif, gesturing for the boy, to get into the school myself, as I might still need to talk to this sexy lady. 

 Alif understood. He entered on his own, without my need to accompany him. He kissed the back of my palm and kissed my cheek, before it passed. The greeting never forgot he said before he left. I replied with a soft voice and a sincere smile full of affection. 

Now, my eyes were looking straight at this woman's face. The woman who, presumptuously, stole my place as a wife. 

"can we talk for a second? " he asked me. I just answered a slow nod. I followed her steps away, with a strange feeling, full of question marks.