He's Not The Best
149. I Don't Want to
I Don't Want to Lose Again
“Win ... You know, not if I always hoped that my life could be smooth without obstacles, but, it turns out, God always had a way to make me fight first before feeling victory.”
Winsi flicked her blanket violently, she had no technique at all to seduce men, so her attitude was always the same as Erlan was a friend and not her husband.
“Yes. So, what does this have to do with me?”
“If you find my attitude inappropriate, with what you want then, this is the right time to decide you will leave or stay?”
“Oh, so is that it? You only look one eye at me, and then, you easily say that? Ah that's right, Lan!”
Winsi was now seated, but both of his hands were ruffled around his waist.
Yes, sometimes people just look one eye because it is in their minds, not about the truth but, who is really wrong.
“Ah! Did you forget all the promises and everything you ever told me, back then, Lan?”
“Win .. I mean well, I give you freedom!”
“Ya, all you mean well .. good everything, Lan!” Winsi spoke out against her husband. “What do you mean, talk like that, you want to end our relationship? Huh?”
Winsi was now standing by the side of the bed, she rubbed her face and hair repeatedly. He loves Erlan now, very much. However, he did not expect that so easily, his loved ones said superficial things, because in his innocent mind, Erlan was desperate.
“Win, I don't mean anything I just want you to be happy, life is a choice. You have many advantages to cover your shortcomings, Win!”
Erlan said as he stood up as well and clasped his wife's hand.
“So, I'm afraid you won't be happy with life like this, darling,” Erlan said again.
“So, you'd rather let me go, than that woman?”
“Not .. not so, I want to live with both of you because I can't let go of either of you, but, I can give you the freedom to choose.” Erlan now hugged him tightly as if wanting to make their bodies become one.
Winsi cries, she remembers that her mother, Runa, once gave her a mother's hope and prayer to her daughter-in-law.
“Win .. may his shoulders be as strong as your father's strong shoulder be a place to lean, his back as strong as your father's back to strongly support the load, his hug is so much your father's embrace that it gives you protection.”
However, it seems that Erlan is too fragile, even though he only needs time for himself, it takes time when giving the heart a chance to receive with chest roominess if indeed fate takes him to walk in such a way. He wondered why it was Erlan who gave up first, even the effort he had not done.
On the other hand, Erlan was as strong as her heart to muffle the disappointment on her lips, who spoke not in accordance with the heart, whereas, at this time still wanted to love Provinsi. He doesn't want to lose anymore.
“Listen, I haven't given up, I still want to help you deal with Hanifa and her family. So don't say it like that. Give me a chance, and as long as I still can't master my own heart, with what I'll decide later, leave me alone.”
“Alright, I won't bother you, I'm sorry.” Erlan said as she stepped away from Winsi and closed the door of the meeting room before finally going to her own room.
After Erlan disappeared behind the door, Winsi cried again, sleeping with tears, where these tears would become strength after washing his wounds.
He doesn't want to lose anymore.
*****
Winsi bought some ice cream in large quantities and she put it in a small ice box, which she deliberately bought from the pocket money her husband gave her every day. He does not need kitchen shopping, because all the needs of the house have been met by Erlan through his trusted assistants Neni and Hasnu, so his wife does not have to bother taking care of all that.
But the pocket money from Erlan was more than enough to buy whatever he wanted and also the needs of his college every day.
“You, want?” Here, take!
Ridwan took one piece of ice cream shamelessly, and they came out of the place simultaneously. They are moving in the same direction at the same time.
“Where are you going, Win?” said Ridwan while licking his ice cream.
“To Hanifa's house, you live around here, Rid?”
“Iya. My house passed by Hanifa.”
“Oh. Means close, huh?” ask Winsi.
“Iya. What do you have in common with Hanifa?”
“Once old friend.”
“Well, how come you, Win, see crazy people bring this much ice cream?”
“Ya, make supplies, who knows she likes!”
“Hmm ...” Rindwan nodded, he almost finished the ice.
Instantly their chatter stopped because Erlan approached suddenly and immediately grabbed the shoulder of Winsi possessively.
“Already, buy?” tanyakanya. Winsi nodded.
“Win, what is your relationship with him? Don't tell me she was your boyfriend who sent you chocolate back then! She's Hanifa's husband!”
“Yes. I'm her husband too!” erlan said half-screaming, he was actually annoyed to see his wife look engrossed, walking alone with a man. Although, it does not look friendly or close, but, he still does not like.
This morning, they left for college together, Erlan who accidentally drove and picked up his wife from campus. It was the envy of some college friends who had seen him picked up, by a sports car with a handsome man in it. Although many students who look and have wealth like Erlan, but, still people who do not have it will be amazed by them.
After almost reaching Hanifa's house, Winsi asked Erlan to stop by to buy ice cream that they would enjoy together there.
Ridwan was stunned to hear Erlan's words just now, he understood now that the man known as Hanifa's husband by all the neighbors, was actually the husband of Winsi, his college friend.
“Why, anyway, use tell my husband everything?” he said when he got to the house.
“Yes. Let your friend not tempt you.”
“Are you jealous? He didn't tempt me, kok!”
“I'm not jealous!”
“Lan, we don't marry a crowd because you're afraid of getting caught by the Hanifa family, right? Why now you're telling people that we're husband and wife. That's not necessary!”
“Indeed, so, but, now no! I want to tell everyone, you are my wife, let no one bother you, Win!”
“Enough, Lan. Enough!”
“Why? Enough what?”
Seriate