Lara's Pieces (When the Ex Returns)
Go home

I dare to go home. Yes, back to my mother's house, to my hometown. After everything was done, I decided to go home. It turns out that going from my city to find a new life and forgetting the past is not as easy as turning both palms around. Yes, I can forget my past, I can find my future, but it turns out my future is gray. Mas Aska chose to go with his second wife, and let me, forget about me, even he did not care I sued him, he did not come home, did not want to know the situation I was left behind for three months.

Let it be, whatever it wants. I can't protest with anyone about this. I was alone, no one supported me, not even Mas Aska's family said I was selfish, not wanting to understand the state of Azzura. How do I understand Azzura's situation? Azzura just doesn't want to know about my heart hurting? He just doesn't care about me? I'm his first wife, she shouldn't have behaved that way. Do not stop being very sick, and his age has been sentenced to the doctor soon, so just as it seems. Is he not selfish like that? Should Mas Aska's family know, who is selfish, me or Azzura? But, everything was just focused on me, only me being cornered. I was told I was selfish by them.

I have been patient enough to accept what they say. Enough to get here, I don't want to know anymore, I don't want to continue the relationship that has ruined my life. Let them say I'm selfish, I'm brave, I'm cruel. There, the cruel one is the woman who grabs people's husbands. He is cruel, more than the cruelty of the big-time criminals.

I failed again, Mom. It failed again. My marriage ran out again because of the third man. Once Rani, Dimas' little friend who took Dimas from me, now Azzura, Mas Aska's ex-wife, he took Mas Aska from me. Was it my fate that always failed in marriage, and was caused by another woman in my husband's past?

I still haven't gotten out of my car. I still see my home, a house that's changed now. Now it's not like before. The classic and ancient house, now has been transformed into a luxurious stately house. I'm sure Dimas is juggling my house. My childhood home was. Though I had been willing to be with my mother, to not be too open both hands received nothing from Dimas, even though his mother Dimas also forced him. Yes, my father-in-law is also very good, even he never wanted to consider Rani his daughter-in-law, because what my mother-in-law wants, I became his daughter-in-law, even though I have divorced Dimas.

Mama-in-law died too because Dimas took Rani to the mother's house. Mama balked at their arrival, until her heartache relapsed, and she breathed her last with my hand. Mama swore, would not accept Rani as her daughter-in-law, mama would not accept Rani, whatever the reason mama would not be able to accept it. All the relics and possessions of my mother, she named me, and Dimas agreed. Dimas also understood, his mother would not accept Rani, maybe only herself and the mother who received both Rani. Yes, my mother, she is good with Rani, sometimes mother also tells how Rani, but I do not mengubris mother's speech.

I got off my car. I put my feet in my yard. Maybe almost a year I did not come here, I did rarely come here after marrying Mas Aska, it was all because I did not want to meet Dimas, because Dimas often to the mother's house. Sometimes the mother relented, the mother who came to my house, visited me even if only one day and one night to my house. Mom also understood how I felt when I met Dimas.

I heard a car come into my yard, and stopped next to my car. I know it's Dimas' car. Right, he must have been here often to see mother, because he had considered mother like his own mother.

“Salma ...” I heard my mother's voice calling me. Mom got out of Dimas' car.

“Mother ...” I hugged my mother. I hugged my mother, it felt comfortable, my heart was calm, peaceful, and I felt my whole problem crumble just by hugging my mother.

“You came home and didn't say anything, Sal?” ask mother.

“Surprise for mom,” I replied, then I hugged mom again.

“Hai, Sal,” saya Dimas.

“Hai, have you recovered? Are your legs okay?” my many.

“Yes this way, Sal. It's good enough to bring a car,” he replied.

“You know Dimas his leg hurts, have you ever met?” ask mother.

“Mother forgot, huh? Did I ever say to mom, if I ever met Salma at dad's grave?” answer Dimas.

“Yes, Mom, we met at dad's grave,” I replied.

“Come in,” invite mom.

I embrace mom, wrestle spoiled at mom. But suddenly she stopped her steps. “This is where Askara is? Is he not coming?” ask Mother.

“Yes, Salma herself, Mom. Mas Aska did not come,” I replied.

“Iya, we are fine,” I replied.

“Do not lie, sure there is no problem?” Ask mom again full of investigation, as if I know I'm having a big problem with Mas Aska. Yes, I have a problem with Mas Aska.

“I'm divorced with Mas Aska, Mom,” I said in my heart.

“Salma ... replied mom, you are not having any problems with Askara, right?” ask mom again.

“No, mother ... what problem try? I miss my mother, so I want to come here, instead of waiting for Mas Aska no work? Dong then? Later it's his turn no job, I can not leave?” my answer.

“Mother, this Salma has just come, surely she is tired, let her rest first inside, why ask?” dimas said, as if he knew I was being cornered by mother's question.

“Iya anyway, yes already yuk in,” invite mom.

Dimas saved me. I no longer ask Mas Aska. Try Dimas did not say, surely mother still studied about Mas Aska, because mother would know I was lying with him. Mom always knew I was lying. That's mom, I can't lie, always knowing that I'm hiding a problem.

“You stayed overnight, right?” ask mother.

“Iya dong, Mom? I'm here a week, huh?” my answer.

“Sunday? Tumben?” ask mother.

“Yes it's a week off, so yeah a week here, Mom?” my answer.

“Ya it's up to you, so long as you say goodbye to your husband?” say Mother.

“It's clear dong, Bu?”

Mother does not know I have separated from Mas Aska. Let it be, let me slowly explain to Mom. Mom went to her room, and it was just me with Dimas in the living room.

“How's Askara?” ask Dimas.

“Labour later, Dim,”I replied.

“Later tonight I wait at the usual cafe, which we used to go to,”.

“Iya.” My answer.

He remembered the cafe. The cafe where I met him for the first time.