Wrong Choice

“Baby, you know that I love you so much and I would do anything for you. I will support you everything you do, you don’t have to worry about anything because I will always be with you.” That’s the paraphrase of Wins to his lover, Linda. Then both of them were sinking in the romantic sea for about one year.

 

After four months of marriage (Wisnu and Linda got married when Linda’s had been pregnant for seven months).

“Hey, what are you doing here, why don’t you go working, we are almost run of rice, even money for food, why are you just sleeping here.” Linda shouts to his husband in the midst of their baby, Johnson, crying.

“Please, don’t just stay at home, go to work, especially in this situation I still can’t start of working because of this three weeks infant.” Linda says that with her wet eyes.

“Oh please, I want to stay at home with my new born baby and you; I want to enjoy my days.”

“But you have to work, or we’re going to get starved.”

“Just, take it easy baby, everything’s fine.”

“Oh, it would be better for me to be a single parent than to live with this kind of man.” Linda just said those words in her mind

 

Before marriage, Linda was a gorgeous girl, always fashionable and fresh. But look at her now, dull skin and look so tired. But now, because of wrong choice, she lives in a distressful marriage.

 

 

Widow Alley

Around one hour ago, I received a call from my home neighbor. I didn’t recognize the voice, she said, “I am your neighbor, Ms. Yati.”

“Ms. Yati who?” I really didn’t realize at all. Isn’t it too much?

 

I and family have been moving to a new neighborhood just for couple of months because our home is being constructed. The undeserved thing is I rarely to socialize with my home neighborhood; it’s not the worst, because the worst thing is it’s hard for me to recall the name of my home neighbors. Therefore, when Ms. Yati called, I need some minutes to recall who is she.

 

Ms. Yati informed me that Mr. Tris (the one who has a store) just died this morning. It’s hard to believe, because I saw him almost everyday with his familiar regards and smile. While this morning he just passed away suddenly. Everyone in my neighborhood was really shocked.

 

Behind this condolence, there is a red line in my home neighborhood; that I can call my home neighborhood as ‘widow’ alley. Why? Because in my home neighborhood (it’s in alley landscaping), there are nine widows from about twenty five families.

 

When I called hubby about this condolence, he said, “There are so many sad widow in our neighborhood.”

“You think that the widow must be sad? Probably some of them could be laugh in their heart.” I asked him back (just for playing my and his mind)

“How bout you, are you going to laugh or cry?”

“don’t ask like that….baby.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let It Passing By

Yesterday, I went to mall and wandering. At first, I went with my hubby, and our two children. We spent about two hours there, then, hubby wanted to go home soon. While I still didn’t want to go back. It’s been long time for me to be in that mall. Probably around two years. So, I just let hubby and the children went home then I started rounding.

 

As a dependent wife (disgusted…still I think) I ask some money for buying my daughter’s undies. But as soon as they went home, I didn’t go to the undies stall but when to girl’s wardrobe. After months or even years for not spending money for buying cloth in mall ( I usually buy cloth in traditional market; cheap price but sometime terrible quality) I picked some t-shirts (up to date’s ones). They’re not in the main stall, but in the sale basket. Anyway, I enjoy because of the quality. It’s a spending- a lot of time- activity. Eventually, I went to cashier and paid for the t-shirts.

 

Next, I went to the undies stall, still with sale basket. There, I chose some undies for my daughter. Still there was no problem till that part. But when I got home, I realize that I missed something. It was a natural color t-shirt with delicate fabric. Actually, I have heard sound to have that item, but I refused to hear because it’s a bit lose one, but when on my way went home, I saw a girl with that kind of top and seemed terrific.

 

It’s not once I did something like that. Probably more than five times I have the experience of cancelled buying good item in mall. That’s the lesson for me. I have to forget that top…just let it passing by.