She's my Husband
APOLOGY

Ms. Rahmi stroked the chest as soon as she entered Mila's room. It was pitch-black, not a lamp was lit, not even a sleeping lamp. While the curtain is still tightly closed so that no light at all enters. Only the sound of sobs could be heard. Three days have been like this. Just stuck in the room crying. Mila ate only once a day, even at the insistence of her mother.

Madam Rahmi immediately opened the curtain. Let the sunlight in and resuscitate Mila if the day starts early.

Mila sat on the bed while hugging her bent knees. Next to it are shoes, t-shirts, necklaces and also Elgar's gift ring.

Ms. Rahmi approached Mila, took the necklace and ring and she put it on the nightstand.

"Keep well, don't lose it. I'm sure it's not cheap."

"Would it be, all this Mila gave back to Elgar Bu?" Mila straightened her legs and wiped away the tears that never dried.

"Mom sure, Elgar sincerely gave it to her. And he would be happier if you kept it. But if this stuff keeps you from forgetting Elgar, it's up to you to return it."

Ms. Rahmi shifts her seat closer to Mila then embraces her shoulder and caresses her hair.

"We better get out of here, ma'am." Mila said while leaning her head on the mother's chest.

"Would you like to go back to the village?"

"Wherever, as long as it's not here. This apartment belongs to Elgar."

Madam Rahmi immediately shook her head. "This apartment is yours. Elgar gave it to you. The letter is being taken care of."

Mila was stunned to hear it. He looked at Ms. Rahmi in disbelief.

"Elgar hasn't told you?"

Mila shakes. "Elgar went right away as soon as he said the talaq."

"Did he say the reason for you?"

Mila shook her head again.

Ms. Rahmi sighed. During these three days, he and Mila had rarely communicated. Mila prefers to lock herself in her room and always says she wants to be alone.

"Before you start, Elgar comes home. He returned you to us and brought us here so that someone would accompany you. He also told me the reason why he divorced you."

"What, Mom, what's the reason?" Mila pulled a strip of her mother's clothes because she was impatient. For three days and three nights he pondered, looking for his fault. Why did Elgar divorce her? Until now, he did not know what the reason Elgar divorced him.

Ms. Rahmi took a breath and threw it away slowly. Slowly he told me everything. Starting from the will of the alm Pak Dirga. As well as Elgar who asked for an opinion on Mila's parents.

As parents, Mr. Wahab and Ms. Rahmi were clearly worried about Mila. More than anything, they don't want anything to happen to their daughter.

Mila's crying broke again. Those eyes that were already so swollen were forced to cry again and again.

"Why should it be like this, Mom? Why can't Mila and Elgar be together? Why is our love to be sacrificed? We just love each other, where's our fault Mom?"

Bu Rahmi clenched tightly to Mila and kissed the top of her head.

"You are not wrong, son. It's just, your soul mate might just get here."

Mila patted her chest that hurt. I don't think this is fair. They love each other, but why do situations and conditions force them to separate.

"Mila wants to mate the afterlife with Elgar Bu." Lirih Mila with a voice trembling with tears.

"Back again Mila. Humans can only plan. But truly, God is decisive. A soul mate, death, it's been outlined. If you only get here your soul mate with Elgar, you must be sincere. Rest assured, God will replace with a better one."

Mila shook her head quickly. "Elgar is the best, ma'am."

"That's what you think, son. But only God knows what is best for his people. Patience, son, leave all this to God. Let's get Elgar."

Sincere, easy to say, but difficult to realize. And really, to be honest, Mila did not sincerely lose Elgar.

Mila felt her head pulsate. This fact is so painful. He and Elgar were forced to separate due to circumstances. And Elgar, Mila believes he's not doing well right now.

"Mila has to meet Elgar Ma'am. Mila should see Elgar." Mila immediately grabbed the phone on the nightstand. When he was about to find Elgar's contact, he remembered that Elgar had blocked his number since leaving that day.

Devan, Mila remembers Devan. That man could definitely help her to meet Elgar.

"Let's go, ma'am." Mila got out of bed. But just a few steps away, the world was spinning.

"Mila, Mila."

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Mila finally realized after Bu Rahmi applied wind oil around her face. He was still lying on the floor with his head in his mother's lap. Ms. Rahmi was clearly not strong enough to lift Mila basket. Asking for her husband's help, it was obviously impossible.

"Thank God, you finally realized son."

"Why Mom?"

"You fainted. You must be limp because of lack of food." Answer Wahab who was there too. "Now, you better eat first."

Mila who felt her body limp immediately nodded. Ms. Rahmi helped him up and walked towards the sofa and got him some food.

While Mila was eating, the doorbell rang. Madam Rahmi came out to open the door. Shortly after, she returns and tells Mila if there is a guest for her.

Mila couldn't believe who had come to see her. Ms. Dirga, the woman who is now standing right in front of him. Ms. Dirga looked different from the last time Mila saw her in the audience. The woman looked thinner and her face was gloomy.

"Please sit down, madam." Mila.

Ms. Dirga nodded and sat down. At first glance, he noticed the slightly changed interior of Elgar's apartment that he used to frequent. This apartment is a graduation gift given by Mr. Dirga after Elgar won the S1 title. Just like the apartment that Devan currently lives in, it was also a gift from Mr. Dirga for Alina after her graduation.

For a while, they kept quiet. The atmosphere felt so awkward considering that there had never been communication between them despite the status of daughter-in-law and mother-in-law. Today, they have the same status as widows.

The arrival of Bu Rahmi who brought a cup of tea slightly reduced the awkwardness. But as soon as Ms. Rahmi entered, the awkward atmosphere was re-created.

Ms. Dirga looked at Mila whose eyes were swollen from crying. He was sure, if the time was right. A few days ago, the same thing he saw with Elgar. Even to this day, he has not been able to communicate with Elgar. The man went out early in the morning and came home almost midnight every day.

"Sorry, is there anything important?" Ask Mila.

"You and Elgar....."

"We've separated." Mila replied before Miss Dirga continued her sentence. Mila thought, the woman would smile happily hearing that, but no. It turned out that Ms. Dirga was just giving a flat expression.

Ms. Dirga took something out of her bag and thrust it in front of Mila.

"What's this?" Ask Mila when she sees an orange-colored envelope that says her name

"Amanah from my husband's alm. Open it."

With mixed feelings, Mila opened the envelope. Apparently, it contained two sheets of paper. Mila's eyes widened at the paper she had picked up the first time. His hands trembled slightly holding a check that read the number 2 billion.

"What does this mean?"

Ms. Dirga was not surprised. Her husband explained everything in a letter to her.

"No offense. We're not buying your pride. Just wanted to make sure you lived better after parting ways with Elgar. Live well with that money. You are still young. You can continue your education or open a business with that money."

"No. I can't take it." Mila put the check back in front of Ms. Dirga.

"My husband's alm obviously had a good reason to give you this money. This is his last trust. Please accept."

"No, I still can't."

"Here, I'm just conveying my trust. So please, don't make it hard for me to not accept it." Ms. Dirga started to stand up and confirmed the position of her bag.

"Please forgive my husband. Let him settle down there by accepting his gift. On behalf of the Aerospace family, I apologize. Excuse me." Miss Dirga then left.

"Wait for Ma." Mila pulled Bu Dirga who was almost at the door.

"I'm sorry, I can't take it." Mila handed the check to Ms. Dirga.

"I just want to convey trust. If you want to return it, return it to the person." Miss Dirga opened the door and just walked out.

Mila looked at the check worth 2 billion. Then he remembered that there was still one more paper in the envelope. Mila opened the folded paper. Her tears flowed reading the letter that Mr. Dirga had written with his own hands.

SORRY

I don't know what to write. All I know is, I just want to apologize to you. Please don't hate me.

"I've never hated you, never." Mila muttered in her heart while shedding tears.