Chapter 4 4. Let go of my crowbar

Chapter 4. Let go of my crowbar

I understood that I didn't need any explanation from my husband, because I also understood that maybe Devina meant a lot to Mas Bima, so it was easy for her to control the house to be the way she wanted.

The furniture in this house has changed into another color that is not my favorite. Devina must have changed it.

I took out my cell phone while sitting on the floor, contacting the man who became my priest for the past 3 years.

There was a tightness that burst into the soul cavity, until tens of minutes had passed this chest was still beating chaotically.

"Hello Mas..." I greeted as calmly as possible. Hiding the turmoil of the soul that asked for an explanation to the man who had married me out of compulsion.

Do I deserve to be treated like this though?

"Hello Diandra... what's up?" Asked the man in a voice that seemed cold.

"I'm at home, can you come home now, Mas?" I asked, still trying to remain calm even though I really wanted to curse the man.

"Mas is..."

"Give me an explanation about the house that has changed the appearance of the yard and furniture and also the colors? There's no way this house changed by itself!"

I half-insisted with a question that must have made the man tense up on the other end of the line, because there was no sound other than his breathing coming from behind the phone.

"I'll be right there!" the man said. It sounded so cold or maybe it was getting colder because he was never warm before.

The phone was disconnected from Mas Bima's side, perhaps the man was surprised or perhaps annoyed by my presence and by my insistence that the man return to our house.

With a feeling of unsteadiness, I walked over to the dispenser, then poured water into a glass. Then I sat back down and slowly savored the mineral water that soaked my throat, which felt choked by the situation.

I needed an explanation and I also needed assertiveness. However, I realized that I had been divorced by Mas Bima so maybe I didn't have the right to be angry with him.

It's okay I just need an explanation.

15 minutes had passed.

At last the car was heard in the courtyard, there was even one horn that sounded as a sign that the man had come home.

I waited in the living room patiently and steadfastly, chanting a few sentences of istighfar to patch the hole in my soul. I already knew that the photo and the changed state of this house was Devina's answer, but I still wanted to hear directly with my ears.

Might as well break my heart.

"What are you doing here?!" A familiar male voice startled me out of my reverie.

What did he say? What are you doing here?

I smiled sarcastically and stared at Mas Bima with a sharp gaze, but again the man shook his head, breaking our eye contact.

"What are you asking me to do here? Did you forget that this house was our wedding gift?" I asked to remind him.

"I divorced you a week ago!" The man reminded me firmly, there was pain in my solar plexus but I tried to be patient.

"Yes, I know. But according to religion I still have the right and deserve to live in this house, at least until the next three months. Even during that time, I still deserve to get maintenance from..."

"I'll still provide maintenance!" the man said coldly.

"Thank you! But..."

"Honey, you're home already! How come you didn't tell me!"

A woman's voice came from the other direction, making me roll my eyes in surprise.

The woman wearing my black lingeri. Her hair looked disheveled and she yawned repeatedly without looking back at me.

Oh my God it's Devina...

She lives in this house? She's wearing my lingerie?

Am I not seeing things wrong? Is this just a dream?

It didn't seem wrong, I took a step towards Devina and she was quite surprised when she saw me. Meanwhile, Mas Bima closed his eyes with one right palm, as if he was in the middle of accepting what happened, a mess that he probably couldn't have predicted.

"Ms. Diandra?" Asked the woman with a surprised face, her hair was very disheveled and it looked like she had just woken up. I couldn't believe that this woman was still acting the same as before, my father used to say that Devina was very difficult to wake up in the morning and it turned out to be true.

I looked at Devina who was wearing my favorite lingeri, a black sek si dress, which I bought on purpose to attract my husband's feelings, hoping that my sincere love would be reciprocated by Mas Bima.

Nil.

The man was unable to reciprocate my great and sincere love, instead deliberately accepting the woman who had dumped Mas Bima for his dream of going abroad. My Unrequited Love.

"Take off my favorite linggeri right now!" I ordered in a cold voice but full of emphasis there.

Mas Bima, who seemed to be in the middle of confusion, turned to me. So did Devina.

What? Don't mess with me! I'm not willing to share anything with other people. Even with clothes that I can buy 100 sets of.

"Take off my blouse right now!" I ordered, glaring at Devina.