You're Changing, Mas
I Can What?

Living a household life is not easy but does not mean it is difficult to live. The ups and downs in marriage are common, often found couples who can not manage household conflicts end in squabbles until the problem becomes bigger and leads to divorce. 

"Say, why shut up. Now that we're home, "I'm trying to open up a conversation between the two of us. Me and Gibran are now in our house.

"Yes, as you know from my mom. That's my decision" Gibran casually answered. He sat on the couch, clinging to his feet on the table. In her hand she was holding a cell phone, not knowing what she was seeing. His attitude was like a big boss. Don't care about me at all.

"Why Mas? Why would you want to split with me?" My voice now sounds shaky. I held back my tears.

There was no response from Gibran. I don't know what he's doing now. He was busy with his cell phone. Reading a chat or reading an email I don't know. He didn't seem to listen I asked. Or indeed, Gibran deliberately did not want to answer questions from me.

Is it that difficult to answer a question from me that is indeed from the beginning sourced from him? Did he deliberately not answer or confused to answer? I just want an explanation from him.

I walked over to Gibran's and grabbed his cell phone. He looked at me with a very upset face.

"Give me back my phone" he asked.

"Jawab used to be my question, Mas. You promised me you'd answer my questions since the office, "I threw Gibran's cell phone on the bed.

Mas Gibran rubbed his face in annoyance, he closed his eyes while leaning his head on the sofa.

"I can't live with you anymore" he said.

"Why?" my many.

Mas Gibran got up and approached the bed and took the phone I threw there.

"Yes, I can't be with you anymore" she turned to me.

"It may not be that. There must be another reason why you want to split with me. Aye right?" insist me.

Gibran sighed, he looked angry.

"I'm tired and I'm tired of our marriage" she said, then she stepped out of the room.

"Is it because I haven't been able to love you son?" I asked who made a step Gibran stopped.

Mas Gibran turned his head towards me, he looked at me for quite a while. It was as if he was going to answer my words but he was holding it back.

"That's why you want to divorce me for boredom and tiredness. There must be another woman who can give you a child, or maybe you already have a child behind me, have a mistress. You cheated on me behind my back until you came home late. Is that true?" I didn't stop accusing him.

How can I be calm if my husband does not answer my question for a logical reason. He always made me think badly of him.

HAHAHAHA

Gibran's laughter broke at that moment. He approached me, then looked at me with a mocking look. Then he blocked my cheeks and chin until my lips formed the letter V.

"Please accuse me as much as you do, if that is what you think of me. So, if that's true, what do you want, huh?" he was so heart-piercing. I limp for a moment. I brushed his hand violently.

I took a few steps back and cried sobbing. It hurts. Gibran laughed and saw me crying. I can't speak anymore.

"Who is Mas?" ask again.

Now Gibran smiled blandly with the eyes in the other direction.

"You don't need to know. Just sign the lawsuit from me, okay!" Press Gibran until he leaves me alone.

"Wait Mas. We're not done talking!" I tried to keep him from leaving but I couldn't do that. Gibran even stepped up quickly to avoid me.

I cried so much, I screamed with all my heart. It hurts so much, my chest is tight, my mind is in uncontrollable chaos. I vented my disappointment by ruining all the contents of my room, of course the photos I was with Mas Gibran. Everything is a mess especially my unbecoming self.

"You have heart, Mas. You're malikttt, hiks...hiks."

In a household, boredom, boredom and fatigue are natural, but when a couple can commit, they must maintain and maintain that commitment. Commitment to being loyal to each other, supporting each other no matter what. Though the commitment itself comes when starting a relationship.

*******

From that day on, I never saw Gibran again, and instead Gibran never saw me. Not even setting foot in our house anymore. Now it has been one week we have not spoken to each other let alone looked at. Gibran has forgotten me.

"Sir, are you ok?" ask the Goddess when I meet her at her house.

I hugged the Goddess, crying all over. Sobbing can't be dammed anymore. He is the only person I can tell and he can understand what I am feeling right now.

"Sir, you are patient. Everyone must have a problem. And Maak must be sure that the problems faced must have a way out" said Dewi while stroking my back gently.

"It's over, Wi. My relationship with Gibran cannot be saved. There's no way out for us, hiks."

"What do you mean, Mama?"

Now I look at the Goddess's face.

"Mas Gibran asked us for a divorce. What can you do, Goddess."

Just saying it my heart feels sliced, especially when the divorce happens. I can't imagine if I and Gibran really split up. I don't want anything bad to happen to my house.

"What's? Is he crazy? I can help Ma'am tell Gibran, if...." The goddess looks upset.

I immediately shook my head cutting off the words of the Goddess.

"No longer needed, Wi. Let it go, maybe it's the fate of Mbak to split the same mas Gibran. The relationship between Mbak and Mas Gibran no gap to be together again," my tears began to flow back with a bitter sobbing.

This is the first time I cried so messily in front of the Goddess. It's so embarrassing. Because I know, surely Dewi is sympathetic to me, like a figure who deserves to be pitied by the problem of the housewife.

"Are you sincere if you split up with Gibran?" ask the Goddess who is now soft-spoken attentively.

"Come, but Mbak can't keep a man who no longer loves Mbak" I said firmly.

A big challenge when you are in a relationship, which is to fight boredom, sometimes when couples are together for a long time, love can fade, making a relationship feels tiring especially if only one person is struggling. If he wants to separate, then I'll let him go.