
"Udah dong, Ken, you've been drinking a lot. If you want to mampus not in front of me dong. Ntar I asked this it's the same investigator!" said Dikta pulled the glass from Ken's grasp, but Ken who now considers that the liquid in the glass is his breath, pulled again from Dikta's hand, and immediately finished it, and immediately finished it, put it in his mouth in one throat.
After the news of Tamara's pregnancy, Ken never came home on time again, never coming home before stopping by this bar. Grateful to have a loyal friend like Dikta, who was always there to accompany him.
He was devastated, his life was arid, instead of happily thinking soon he would have a baby, he would be a father. In the past, it had always been the most beautiful dream and hope he offered in his prayers. So, why is it different now?
The morning after the incident, Ken contacted Rara, saying that she was waiting at their subscription meatball stall. Of course Rara immediately refused the meeting. The woman feels there is nothing else they need to talk about anymore, but since Ken repeatedly texted her and kept contacting her, Rara has no choice but to come there.
By the time he had entered, Ken was already at one of the tables with the position jutting in, quiet, no visitors other than them. Maybe because it's past lunchtime.
"Have you eaten?" ken asked, looking at Rara.
"It has. What do you want to talk about? I don't have much time. I have a lot of things to take care of" replied Rara unwilling to raise her face.
"We talk somewhere else. Let's be free," said Ken, standing up from his seat.
For Ken, the sentence was by no means special, he asked to change places because he wanted to talk more comfortably, could hold Rara's hand, even embrace the girl to calm her down.
However, for Rara, the meaning is different. They choose other places, because their relationships are not worth knowing about others. All because of the scandal between them.
Rara lazily debated, she followed Ken's steps towards the car. Ken took her to an artificial lake, a place they had also visited before.
"Ra, I don't know what else to say. I know right now your heart must be broken and you have the right to hate me, but I swear, Ra, I didn't expect this to happen," ken said after the two of them sat on a bench in the park.
"There's nothing strange. You already have a wife, of course there is a possibility that your wife will get pregnant and you will have children. I congratulate you, both of you," replied Rara, trying to smile even though her heart was crying.
Hearing Rara's words, Ken's heart was broken. He knew the remark also represented the destruction of Rara's heart, the inadmissibility of what had happened.
"Ra, but I can't lose you. I can't part with you. Tell me, Ra, what should I do?" pinta Ken, grasped Rara's hand tightly, then placed Rara's palm on her chest. "Feel the thump of my heart that only beats for you."
It sounds like a race. Rara wants to laugh. When Ken swore that his heart only belonged to the girl, the fact was that his wife was pregnant at this time. Is Ken the kind of guy who can't be trusted? If it is in her heart for Rara, then why can Tamara get pregnant? Wouldn't someone do it with a woman he likes?
Rara could not think about it anymore. He's capitulating. The heart of the mind and its body can no longer bear and endure such a great storm. He also realized that their relationship would never have an end. So, what's it fighting for? For what to continue, it is better to stop in place.
"Lantas, what about my heart? Does no one care about my feelings? I swear, I just love you!"
"You won't be able to say that again when you see your child's face at birth. Never mind, let's just end up here!" rara said slowly, as if her energy had run out just to say the decision.
"I don't want to! I can't, I can't part with you!"
"You must not be selfish. I deserve my happiness with others too. This is our last meeting and our last conversation. I don't want to talk to you about anything else. After this you are only my master and I am the servant in your house, nothing more!" tell Rara to close their conversation.
It is painful to let go of a loved one. Ken thought, by immersing himself in the sea of drinks, could make him forget the pain.
"What should you do, brother? I want to die, I feel. Every time I close my eyes, the sad face of Rara!" he replied with a moaning tone, he was in pain just as a man and also the person responsible for all the suffering of Rara, he had to be strong.
Dikta could only sigh long. He already knows the story. This was the reason they met, because Ken felt it was necessary for someone to take off the clutter and burden on his heart.
Dikta pity to see the fate of Ken, although the fate of his own household is also not arguably good. His wife had been two weeks away from home, returning to her parents' house, just for the reason of not being able to get away from the parents. The cliche reason according to Dikta was only concocted by Fani to remain one city and adjacent to her ex who was also her neighbor.
"How else, bro. Men, you have to be responsible. If the baby did not exist, I support you with Rara if only that girl can make you happy. However, the current reality in the stomach of your wife there are prospective children, lo. He's innocent, Ken."
"So, what do I have to do?" Ask Ken in a gas-filled voice. His heart was hot from thinking about this matter. He wants to be responsible to Rara, but rightly said Dikta, he also has to be responsible to his son.
"All you can do is do one, forget Rara, and try to re-establish your household with Tamara. Remember, Lo used to love him so much, try to remember that feeling again, so that Lo can again feel the love that has almost gone extinct back," said Dikta patted Ken's back.
Everything you said revolves around Ken's mind. Is there really no possibility of him being with Rara? Does their story have to end?
Why just imagine Ken's heart already hurts?
***
"Who, Tam?" ask Rani, her friend from the artist. His sharp eyes continued to observe Rara who was standing not far from where Tamara was sitting.
"See what a hick look, who else if not my servant," replied Tamara who can still be heard clearly Rara.