Although Not Perfect
The wounded heart

" Did Vani wiretap our conversation?" ask me sharply. However it was out of bounds, for a long time this woman was like a stalker...

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" Why is she so easy to ignore Vina's request, whether her heart has indeed turned to a woman like you." murmured Vani as if talking to herself.

If it were true that Reza had given me all his heart, I would have been the happiest woman, but unfortunately the shadow of his late wife was so tight-knit, never once have I spoken to another woman, including me...

"I wish his memory would never come back. My dream is over, I'm tired, I can't live like this .." he said, staring at the reflection of his tearful face in the mirror of the sink.

His words broke my daydream.

" Have you gone, I think the Reza mas decision you heard yourself earlier, has been clear enough to prove that Reza cannot relinquish responsibility to his current wife? Positive thinking mbak Vani can continue life and will meet with a real soul mate.." sahutku tried to give him enlightenment, but mbak Vani cut my sentence.

"Enough!!! You never felt it.."he turned and yelled at me.

His voice echoed across the room, only a few women using the toilet seemed indifferent to our presence.

"You know what?!? All because of you, if you weren't around, it would have gone well." he said as he pushed me against the wall violently.

Seeing Vina who was starting to get emotional, the people who had entered and changed now rushed away and left.

" If we both have a chest, we will still be good friends mbak.mas Reza also does not want to damage good relations with the extended family of his late wife..." all persuading me to say that there is a way out without hurting anyone...

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You caused him to turn away from me!! I hate you so much!! Now go, I don't want to see you anymore." Vani's emotions started to get unstable, she threw all her belongings.

I don't know how to deal with this mentally ill woman. May Vani not hurt himself..

I step my feet away, occasionally turning towards the woman, she still looks at me sharply with her eyes filled with tears through the mirror of the sink before her.

The feeling of worrying about something bad about her doing made me stop and turn my back.

Unbelieving what I saw, he pulled out a folding knife from his bag and nearly slashed it into the pulse of his left hand.

Immediately I approached and my reflex hit the right hand that was holding the knife, hoping that the knife would fall out of his hand. But the pain was so intense that his hand was grasping the knife so tightly.

"What are you doing?"I said with a breath of panic.

In the same way, his chest up and down offset the emotions that controlled his heart.

"DON'T MIND ME!! "with tears streaming down he snapped at me.

I began to shudder in horror when I saw him would repeat his actions earlier. When my hand reached for his hand and with the karate I had learned, I turned the hand and locked it.

"Don't be a fool!!" my voice began to choke for fear of something unwanted happening.

"Deliver!!!" mbak Vani tried to rebel from my hand grip.

The people who were about to go inside stopped their intentions and turned around, I hope that some of them will call for security.

Unexpectedly as fast as lightning he hit the glass sink with the bag he was carrying to smash it into pieces and took out its long, taper shards, clasping tightly until his palm bled.

"Don't mbak, please don't do that." I started to clear up, at least I should try to resuscitate him even though I wasn't sure I could.

He just smiled cynically at me, and slowly the broken glass in his right hand stuck to his left hand to form an incision. His face began to show the pain he felt.

My heart palpitations were still abnormal, when I spontaneously came forward and stopped the action. I held her hand tightly and lifted her up to avoid the glass she was holding hitting both of us.

"Be aware not to be like this." I continued to rummage, though he did not ignore it.

People who want to go to the toilet start to get hysterical and ask for help.

When there was a push between us, somehow my energy began to feel drained. While Mbak Vani was getting stronger, so when he was about to pull his hand from my grip, I was pushed back against the wall.

My strength began to weaken, causing him to flick the broken glass scraping my forehead, I closed my eyes withstanding the pain due to the incision. And somehow it could suddenly pierce my chest.

My breath began to wheeze, I spewed out liquid from my mouth and when I saw it was thick blood. My legs began to slump unable to withstand my body's weight.

I tried to breathe even though with a gasp, the longer I got weaker and felt a chill all over my body. Am I going to die? Forgive mother son, maybe you guys did not have time to feel the world.My tears melted feeling failed to take care of my two children.

My body was getting weaker, but I saw Vani hysterically seeing me fall down. And minutes later I also saw him lying with a knife scratching his pulse.

Then I faintly heard Reza's voice

“Astagfirullah...Amel, why is this so!! Mr. Rudi had a car at the north door of Mega Mall, Amel was hurt.." It seemed like he called the driver, then I felt he covered me with his suit and immediately carried me.

"Please call an ambulance for that woman!!!" reza yelled again, probably for the people who started to swarm.

My head felt heavy, the fog started to cover my eyes which felt very tired.

When I got into the car, I remembered that I had not told him about our son.

With the rest of the energy, I shifted her palm to my stomach.

" I.ni, a.yah y'all ..nak.." I stammeredly tried to introduce the twins to his father.

Somehow Reza's expression back then, I just focused on my breath getting crowded...

The longer I kissed the voice of Reza who kept calling me disappeared and I began to be unconscious.

Eyes open. But what I saw was the figure of a panicked Reza mas holding my body in a car driven by his driver.

Why can I see this happening ? is this the end of my life...

"Amel please hold on. Don't leave me! We're almost there, you have to be strong." mas Reza's voice was stamped with tears flowing in both corners of his eyes, while hugging my body that has started to limp helplessly.