Although Not Perfect
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The woman sat down elegantly as usual. Perfect appearance like a socialite woman who is full of rules of conduct....

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In front of it there is a glass of pink drink with strawberry decoration on it, hhmmm. My throat suddenly dried up looking at it, it seemed so refreshing...

“Assalamualaikum, Good afternoon mbk Vani.."sapaku while sitting in front of him.

For some reason, suddenly there was a wedge in my heart when I saw firsthand the woman who was always trying to snatch my husband.

“Waalaikumsalam..want to drink what?"he said in a flat tone. And the look in his eyes was staring so deeply, as if he wanted to tear apart whatever was in front of him, including me.

I breathe to relax me.

"Ice Lecy tea aja.."sahutku cuek.

Then he called the waiter to order my drinks and a small meal to accompany our conversation.

Although the atmosphere between us was not at all comfortable, I tried to be a good listener when he started to tell stories.

"Maybe you already know what I'm going to talk about, Mel.." Vani sighed and sipped the drink at a glance.

I began to look at the woman in front of me seriously, while determined in my heart #Yeah mbak Vani, we will be talking about a man that we have to fight over. Indeed you should feel thirsty and sultry because this rival of yours will not let go of her husband just like that, I think you should step over my corpse first...#

I didn't budge, just stirring the lychee in my glass.

"I knew Reza ten years ago when I entered Australian National University, he was fourth semester. His smart and friendly figure made me instantly fall in love with him and it turns out that we are from the same city and country. At that time, I did not dare to express my feelings, but I was satisfied as a close friend. We often went home together to Indonesia and I introduced her to my sister, mbak Vina.." she began to express her heart.

"When Reza graduated, I didn't know they were in a relationship when I was in Australia. I felt devastated, when I only focused on my studies to quickly return to Indonesia, they held a marriage. Since then my heart has been petrified and cannot accept another man..."

I looked at her, and it turned out that this woman's love for my husband turned into an obsession.

"When Vina died, I felt God gave me a second chance. At the end of his life, Vina also tried to bring Reza's mas back to me...But my parents' hatred for Mas Reza was so deep that they always thought Vina's death was her fault, so my family couldn't possibly support me. I tried to defend her, despite having to spend time in London to convince them to accept her again, including telling her my story of loving her first. After two years I finally returned to Indonesia and met him, but it was very difficult for me to invite him to talk and when he met again suddenly he said he was married ..."

Tears began to pool at the corner of her beautiful eyes. Hearing her long story made me repeatedly sip drinks as I felt carried away by how much love had made her like this.

“I've tried, I'm tired, but I still can't get it out of my mind, what do you think, what should I do? do I have to bow down to you so you can let go?" he said it with an intervening view and the sentence was really to the point.

I was surprised to hear the words classy lady seemed to put her pride in front of me and it made me swallow feeling bitter about her.

"You're too valuable to do that, ma'am, please don't be like that... Your best soul mate has been prepared by God, everything has been arranged by Him. We as human beings can only live what is destined.."I tried to calm him down.

"If he's not my soul mate, why doesn't God let me forget him?!?"

I'm speechless, maybe this should be a psychiatrist's problem.

Beautiful curly hair, beautiful body wrapped in a knee-length maroon red dress. The pretty face, the sharp nose and the soft brown eyes looked very fragile. Actually she is so beautiful, why can't Reza fall for her? Why marry me like this...

Moments later I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and a man's body figure clinging to me. I also looked up.

"Assalamualaikum.." said the man with his flat face.

" I'm sorry .I'm late." he said flatly and looked at us alternately.

"Thank you for coming, I've just started it.."sohut Vani later.

“I do not know if Amel also came, you know that I picked him up at home.."mas Reza sat next to me and took my glass and drank it.

And that attitude made my eyes blink a few times, did Reza not realize that his attitude was as if showing off that we were indeed this close.

" I really wanted to meet you guys, to ask how about the letter from Vina's mother that I gave you mas..?" he said firmly.

" Vani.I will definitely discuss this with Amel.." Reza mas cut looks not like.

" What letter?"I began to wonder what Reza was really hiding.

" Well ... Amel doesn't know yet?!? You said you'd tell him soon, right?!?" said mbak Vani full of emphasis.

I was caught off guard by their secret conversation.

" I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about yet, but I want Reza to have a chance with me to share this matter." I said.

Although curiosity makes me flutter but I will try to understand anything that will happen later.

" Well, I'm leaving, but I hope Reza will contact me soon after the decision.." Vani finally got up from his seat and passed from before us.

I grabbed a glass of lychee tea and drank it to the end, time to refuel to be strong to face the problems that will be talked about Reza mas.

For a moment Reza just looked at me, as if looking for something on my face.

" Speak, my curiosity is high enough." I crossed my hands and with a serious face returned the look.

" Hm... All right, first I'm sorry I got you into this... Some time ago Vani met me, and handed me a letter from the late Vina addressed to me. Previously the letter was indeed hidden by his extended family, but finally Vani managed to find it..." he said while playing his fingers.

" What's it all about?" I asked when Reza began to be silent for a moment as if he did not believe himself to reveal everything.

Mas Reza sighed again, then handed the phone to me.

" Read it yourself." he said later.

I took that phone that had opened a photo gallery file of a letter.

# Mas Reza I always loved...

    I'm sorry to have written this letter, not that I can't but I'm sure you won't agree to my last request...

When you read this letter, I will definitely no longer be beside you, but I beg you to be very willing to fulfill this request as we were together, don't you always give me everything I want....