Being an Atma Sanjaya is not easy. The same goes for being Faranisa. Reflecting on the past, caution is an absolute necessity that cannot be ignored.
Faranisa knelt before the freshly damp grave.
Regardless of her hands and feet getting dirty from the graveyard soil, the woman stared blankly at the newly planted tombstone. A tombstone indicating that fate had taken nearly half of her soul away.
Gibran Dinata
February 2, 1990
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June 18, 2015
Gibran's death had drained her tears. Deep sorrow rendered her unable to shed tears anymore. Only empty stares accompanied by prayers, hoping fate would also take her away.
Just a few days ago, she was still laughing joyfully at his jokes. Making plans they would carry out after getting married.
The wedding that was supposed to take place today.
A day that should have been filled with happiness turned into a disaster. A disaster that took away her love and source of happiness.
Today, Gibran should have said the wedding vows. This evening, she should have become the lawful wife of Gibran Dinata.
But it seemed the universe wanted to be cruel by taking her beloved on their wedding day. The universe did not bless the love that had lasted for almost ten years.
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Atma Sanjaya bowed his head. His chest felt heavy. His mind couldn't stop replaying the events that led him to the operating room of a private hospital.
He vividly remembered what he was doing when he received the phone call from his mother-in-law: waiting for passengers or food orders. At that time, he hadn't had any customers yet.
His phone rang. But it wasn't the sound of a new order, it was a call from his mother-in-law. She informed him that his beloved wife had been in an accident while on her way to Bogor.
A few minutes ago, he had just received the facts from the police. The accident his wife had been involved in was a collision between two cars. The driver of the other car was under the influence of alcohol, causing them to lose focus while driving.
What shattered his heart was the relationship between the driver and his wife. The police gave him a phone that was safe from impact, as it was stored in a bag placed on the back seat.
The messages containing intimate conversations made his heart throb painfully. It was excruciating.
He didn't know what to do anymore. Sad? Definitely. He loved his wife dearly. Seeing her in the operating room invoked an immense fear. The fear of losing her.
But, at the same time, his heart was also hurt by the truth. The fact that his wife was not faithful made him feel worthless. Unloved.
"Family of Diva." The doctor's call greeted his ears.
He quickly got up. His mother-in-law, who had been sitting and crying, followed suit.
"How is she, Doctor?" his voice trembled. The doctor's expression heightened his fear.
"We're sorry. We couldn't save the baby and the mother." The doctor sighed deeply. "Death occurred on Saturday at fifteen forty."
His legs gave out. There was no strength left to hold himself up. His body collapsed along with the hysterical screams of his mother-in-law.