Only me, The One

"What? Why do you call me instead of your mother?" I asked him straight when I entered his room and closed the door.

"Did you bring that medicine?"

Instead he asked that crazy question back. He couldn't be helped. How could there be a man who gave up his life for only a woman?

"You freak!" I said openly.

"Just tell me, do you bring it or not?" he asked again with the tone of held-back anger.

"Here!"

I took the medicine bottle that I always carried in my jacket pocket and put it on the table roughly. Then, I preferred to go rather than keep myself here.

"Give it to me, fast!" He stopped me with an order.

That wasn't enough, yet he even wanted me to put the medicine in his hands.

How bratty he was!

I forced myself to take the bottle and put it in his hand, then I immediately left.

Yet, my steps stopped.

For a moment I remembered something that might be able to help me out of this exhaustion.

"Is there any chance you’ll forget Eve?" I asked him straight.

My voice cracked on the last word.

I turned to look at Bima once again, and with red eyes and an angry face, Bima turned to me.

"Ah yes, that's right." I smiled bitterly and nodded my head twice, then I looked away and hurried away from him.

Seeing the look on his face, I was sure that Bima would never forget Eve.

How pitiful I was! Really, when would I be free from this torment?

Nevertheless, I would not give up. One day, I would divorce Bima to maintain my sanity.

I was really worried I was going to get a mental illness forever.

"Take care of Bima properly! You are his wife. A wife must be able to be a servant to her husband."

I smiled sadly hearing my mother-in-law’s order.

The funny thing was, she kept insulting me for not being able to take care of Bima, but she herself left when her son was in pain, then in the end it was still me she ordered to work with his son.

No servant, no one helped me. Only me, myself, for not knowing the reason.

I understood that the woman was a political activist, but still, she should have given a little time to her son instead of having to campaign all the time, every day.

Sometimes, I also saw the status of her being on holiday with her friends. Compared to a holiday, wouldn't it be better to see her own son's mental and physical condition?

"Humph!" I took a deep breath, then walked back toward Bima’s room to be treated.

In the end, I was always the one who took care of Bima. I also took care of the house. He was a picky eater when it came to food as well.

I didn't have any vacation time, not one bit. I didn't have much money, because I didn't dare to corrupt the money Bima's parents gave. Well, if I did that, my mother would not let me go easily.

I was stressed, depressed, maybe I was out of my mind, but somehow I could still endure it.

Maybe, I still had a small hope that one day Eve would return.

Also I could take my mother away from my father's house and live quietly in a peaceful place.

"Bima!"