Mira stared at her phone screen for a long time.
The message was short, but enough to stir something in her chest that had been calm for years.
“Mba, is it possible to call u, … please, I beg you.”
The sender’s name made her pause. Rani.
The new wife of her ex-husband.
The woman who once was the storm that wrecked her world.
For years, Mira had no communication with either of them.
All lines were cut off since the day she walked away.
And Mira had rebuilt her life, slowly but surely, piece by piece.
She hadn’t even replied when the phone rang.
The same name appeared on the screen.
She took a deep breath and answered.
On the other end, only sobs.
Long, painful sobs.
Until finally, her voice broke through:
“Mba… I want a divorce.”
Mira stayed silent, simply listening.
She offered no words — just her ears for Rani’s tears.
When the crying calmed down, Rani whispered, “I’m sorry… for everything.”
Mira closed her eyes and exhaled.
“It’s been years. Forget it. What’s your plan?”
“I ran away from home last night,” Rani said, her voice trembling.
“He… he hit me. He was drunk. I want to go back to my parents’ house.
Mba…” her voice grew even softer,
“…go back to Mas Bima. Don’t let him destroy himself.”
Mira almost laughed at that.
Go back? After everything?
After the storm she barely survived?
“I heard his business failed, right?” Mira asked, calm and flat.
“Yes… the house is gone… the car is gone… only one motorbike left.
He’s angry all the time. Blames me for everything.”
Mira was quiet for a while.
A part of her wanted to laugh, another part wanted to scream finally.
But all she said before hanging up was:
“My life is very good now. Beautiful, actually.”
She ended the call.
Mira sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dim ceiling.
Memories came back —
The day she was left for a younger widow with four children.
The nights of crying.
The mornings of pretending to be strong.
The years of learning to forgive.
And now, it felt like the world had turned the tables.
Life really was like a field, Mira thought.
Whatever you plant will eventually grow.
Back then, she had sown pain, tears, and heartbreak.
But over time, she had planted patience, prayer, and the courage to start over.
And now, she was finally harvesting peace.
Mira smiled.
Her life was beautiful now.
And she would never trade that peace — not even for a chance to rewrite the past.
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