Two Love's
Receiving Destiny

         I follow the steps of this sexy woman. He's 10cm taller than me. Her steps were quick yet graceful, like a model. Her black hair is beautiful. I know, this woman is indeed worthy of admiration for many men, even including my husband. 

   Sarah invited me into a simple cafe not far from Alif school, it only took 15 minutes by foot to get to this cafe. 

    Sarah chose the last seat. The location is quite strategic if used to chat something personal. Sarah ordered two drinks without asking first, what do I want. Maybe because I've been silent since then with a stiff face, making Sarah reluctant to mince words. 

"Over these two days, we've been looking for you" said Sarah. I grunt. To me it's just bullshit. 

"Just a bunch of bullshit! Iqbal knew in this city, I had no one, and there was no way I could go back to the village with news of grief. So, Iqbal would have immediately searched for me in our house, if he still wanted me, "I replied. Sarah laughed lightly. 

" I can understand how you feel, Nafisah. But, you should know. While chasing you when you just left the house, Iqbal had an accident. "

       I was shocked to hear what Sarah had just said. Mas Iqbal accident? My heart was instantly troubled, after all, he was my husband, the father of my son. However, I chose to remain silent, pretending not to care. 

A waiter delivers a drink that Sarah ordered. This woman immediately gulped it. I still refuse to even touch the glass. 

"But, thank God, it was just a minor accident. Yes.., although Iqbal still have to be hospitalized for one day. I take care of him and take care of him. " Light Sarah with a proud tone. My chest was suddenly hot, probably burning with jealousy. But that's natural, I'm the legal wife of Iqbal. 

" Maybe you were very hurt knowing our relationship. However, before you, we had already felt heartache first, "sarah said. I quietly did not answer, waiting for the sentence again. 

" I and Iqbal, long ago, when I was in High School, were lovers. We loved each other so much, planned so many things together, even about a wedding. "

Sarah's eyes glazed over, probably running into the memories of many years ago. I still choose silence. 

" After graduating from college, Mas Iqbal proposed to me. Unfortunately, Iqbal's parents disagreed. They rejected me. Maybe because I am not a learned woman, because at that time I did not continue college because of limited costs. "

I dared to look at the face of this woman in front of me. There is a sad gurat stored there. 

" Iqbal was very disappointed, but also did not dare to fight the decision of his parents. I know, Iqbal is a very devoted and obedient figure to parents. We finally separated. Destiny brought me to meet you, while I, received the proposal of a TNi soldier, which I considered to make me happy, and made me forget about Iqbal mas. But it turns out, it just ushered me in the hell of marriage. Very rude and tempramatic husband. Domestic violence I have experienced, and not only my heart is sick and wounded, but my body is tormented. "

Sarah wiped away the tears that began to drip at the end of her net. I don't know what to feel sorry for, or how. Mas Iqbal also told about Sarah's marriage which was full of suffering. I used to be very compassionate and concerned, but I don't know what I should do now. 

"You don't want a drink? " ask Sarah to me. 

" I'm not thirsty yet, "I replied briefly. 

" And then, what do you want? " it was my turn to ask. Sarah looks at. 

" I want nothing but your willingness to share Iqbal with me. "

 This woman's answer sounds absurd. 

" If I don't want to? " Take another ask at him. 

" I'm sorry, this time, I'm not gonna let Iqbal get away from me. I lost her once. Now, I won't let fate separate us. Because destiny also supports me a little. I met Iqbal again after a long time, and it turns out, Iqbal still have the same love for me, not even a little less even though he has a wife and children. And you, can't it give us room to be happy? "

That sentence was quite disturbing to my heart. Feeling hot and sick. But I keep trying to look strong. I don't want to shed tears in front of this woman. 

" I'll meet Iqbal, I'll ask him who he chose. You should definitely come and see who Iqbal chooses. I'd be willing if Iqbal would prefer you. I'll leave Iqbal's mas," I'm sure. 

"You don't actually have to go. We can both be wives of Iqbal. Of course I will have great respect for you as the first wife of Iqbal. "

" But I haven't been able to accept sharing a husband. "

    ****

         After returning home from school, we went back to Iqbal's house. Sarah is with us. I only chose silence, although many times Alif elbowed my arm and whispered to ask who this woman who came with us. 

Arriving at home, Alif immediately ran to hug his father who was sitting in the living room alone. Bandaged feet. My instinct as a wife is concerned to see the condition of Iqbal. 

"Dad...., daddy why? " Alif strafed Iqbal with questions. The boy seemed worried about his father. 

" It's okay, dear.., you just fell down" replied Iqbal, glancing at me. 

"Why didn't you tell us? Alif also misses the father very much, "Alif started chattering. He hugged his father, letting go of the longing that was held back for two days ink. 

" Yes, my dear.., my father also longed for it, "the timbal mas Iqbal. 

" Alif, go to the room first, gih. Change your clothes, baby, "my orders to Alif. The boy said he dragged his bag into his room. 

" How are you, Mas? " let me talk about. Iqbal smiled. Sarah sat down without being told. 

" I'm good. I'm so glad you're home, " said Iqbal. 

" But I don't know if it will be long or not here" I said. 

" Why is that? " 

" Because Sarah asked you to vote, me or her? " my answer is firm. Iqbal was silent. He looked at Sarah who was sitting quietly looking at him. 

" Nephishah.., why give me this choice? "

" Yes, Iqbal has to choose. Because I can't afford to share a husband. Choose between us. Those who choose will survive, and those who are not chosen will have to leave. Don't be selfish by asking for both" I said. 

Iqbal looked down. Then take a deep breath. 

"I love you, Naf. But I admit, my love for Sarah is still the same as ever. I can't forget how I felt about Sarah, she was my first love. "

   Sarah smiled triumphantly. My heart is broken unceasingly. The answer clearly shows, Iqbal chose Sarah. I lowered my head, trying to hold back the tears that were rushing out of my eyelids. I took a step towards the room. Pack my clothes and other stuff. Then I switched to Alif's room, packing my son's things. 

"Where are we going, Mik? " ask Alif in astonishment. 

" We're going, son. "

" But I still miss my dad. "

" You choose umi or dad? If you choose umi, go with umi, if you choose father, Alif can stay here. "

Alif was confused. He was too small to understand all this. 

" I'm the same, " replied Alif. I hugged him tightly. Only this little boy gave me the zest to stay alive and fight. 

    ****

  I left, left the old story, opened a new page, without a mas Iqbal.

    I don't know what other story God prepared for me. As a human being, I just work hard and try to get through everything.