Only me, The One

“What? Why do you call me instead of your mother?” I ask him straight when I enter his room and close the door.

“Did you bring that medicine?”

Instead he asks that crazy question back. He can’t be helped. How can there be a man who gives up his life for only a woman?

“You freak!” I say openly.

“Just tell me, do you bring it or not?” he asks again with the tone of a held anger.

“Here!”

I take the medicine bottle that I always carry in my jacket pocket and put it on the table roughly. Thus, I prefer to go rather keep myself to be here.

“Give it to me, fast!” He stops me with the order.

That isn’t enough yet he even wants me to give medicine to his hands.

How brat he is!

I force to take the bottle and put it in his hand then I immediately left.

Yet, my steps stop off.

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

“Is there any chance you’ll forget Eva?” I ask him straight.

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

“Ah yes, that’s right.” I smile bitterly and nod my head twice, then l look away and hurry away from him.

Seeing the look on his face, I am sure that Bima will never forget Eva.

How poor I am! Really, when will I be free from this torment?

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

I’m really worried I’m 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 smile sadly hearing my mother-in-law’s order.

The funny thing is, she keeps insulting me for not being able to take care of Bima but she herself leaves when her son is in pain, then in the end it is still me who she orders to work with his son.

No servant, no body help me, only me myself for not knowing the reason.

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

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

“Humph!” I take a deep breath then walk back towards Bima’s room to be treated.

In the end, I am always the one who takes care of Bima. I also take care of the house. He is picky-eater when it comes to food as well.

I don’t have any vacation time, not one bit. I don’t have much money, because I don’t dare to corrupt the money Bima’s parents give. Well, if I do that, my mother will not let me go easily.

I’m stressed, depressed, maybe I’m out of my mind, but somehow I can still endure it.

Maybe, I still have a small hope that one day Eve will return.

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

“Bima!”

I’m increasingly depressed by Bima’s behavior lately. After fainting yesterday, he even disappears from his room even though his condition is still not good now.

The doctor stated that Bima has stomach disease plus anemia. It is certain that this all happened because he is experiencing severe depression to the point where he forgets to eat and his condition gets worse.

“Bima!”