[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Refusal

The sound of spoons clashing with glasses filled the space filled with glassware. A man's burly hand also stiffly twisted the handle of the spoon inside the brownish-colored liquid.

"Why don't you ask Mbok Parmi, sir?" ask an old woman who just arrived in the room.

"No, Mbok. Just one." The throne put down its spoon and slowly raised a small tray containing a white cup.

"Tahta," called Laras as the man turned and was about to step.

A smile appeared on the woman's lips with the look of her eyes fixed on the cup of tea her son made. It seemed like this was the first time she had seen her son's precious hand making and serving tea to someone else.

"Mama wishes Love could see your sincerity, son. Mama always prayed that you could get back together, raise your children well." The throne pulled the corner of his lips. The flames on his chest seemed to suddenly re-ignite getting brighter.

"But ..if it's your father who apologized to Mama, Mama would definitely not forgive him. And you yourself put your father in jail for his mistake, right?" The smile of the Throne vanished into the earth. Now the annoyed look that he presented to Laras. I don't know what his mother meant. He gave his spirit, and dropped it to the bottom of the ocean.

Laras only chuckled a little at the rapid change in his son's expression. "Here you go, quickly send the tea. Love must be cold."

Hearing the name of Love being called, the vexation of the Throne wafted in the air. Without a word, the man sauntered away leaving the mother who continued to look at his back with a haru smile. The spirit of his son's life had already completely returned these few days. The look and heart that seemed heartless the past few years had already completely disappeared. He tried so hard to be a good figure for children and Love.

The throne went down the stairs with wide steps, but swallowed when almost approaching the old room of his mother who was on the second floor. This room is still one floor with his own, and only separated a small room, to relax enjoying the view from the window.

The man with the short haircut on the side slowly twisted the doorknob. However, his movements came to a halt as the new door opened slightly, and the sound of the child being so cute, snuck into his sense of hearing.

Love is busy putting her two children to sleep. The Queen in the middle was asleep. Love's hand continued to slowly pat her son's thighs that never fell asleep.

"Let's go to sleep, My Sweety is already night," said Cinta while glancing at the clock that has shown at nine o'clock.

"Mama."

"Hmm?"

"What ...." The king hesitated to continue his question.

"Why, Honey?"

"Is it really the king and the Queen?"

Instantly Love's eyebrows shot up high hearing her son's statement. He confirmed the position and looked at the King's face gently.

"Oh, Son ... Mama knows you must be very thoughtful about this. My king is a smart man. And surely you won't be easy to lie to, will you?" Love rubbed gently her son's black mane.

"As Mama said before, Om the Throne is your real father" Love said with a bright smile.

"Then why our papa, Papa Rudi? Why didn't he ever look for us?"

"That's because papa the Throne doesn't know the whereabouts of the King and Queen. If we play hide-and-seek, it's sometimes difficult to find who is hiding."

"Why should we hide?"

"Emm .. because there used to be bad people near the Papa Throne, so you have to hide not to be hurt. Now the wicked have been punished with the throne. So we do not need to hide anymore," explained Love gently as if reading a fairy tale book to his little son.

"Why don't you have that photo om and mama, like mama and papa Rudi's?" ask the boy while remembering the wedding photo attached to the wall of his living room.

The little boy seemed to nod his head in understanding with his mother's answer. He was still staring straight at the bead of Love's eyes, but the look in the eyes of the boy who had not even turned five years old was so complicated.

His gaze made Love have to swallow her saliva with difficulty. The woman was wondering what other questions she was going to ask. His heart was already like a freshly pounded war drum.

"Mama." Love opened her eyes a little. It seems like this child has already made a conclusion or the like, and it will certainly not be easy to overcome either.

"Can't we just have Papa Rudi?"

Love freezes with its mouth slightly open. He really did not believe his hearing. Did his son just reject his own father? Ah, I don't know, his heart feels so sick and tight. Shouldn't I be happy? Isn't this what I want? Seeing the man suffer from rejection from his loved ones. I should be happy to hear this, but this ... Love held her chest that was painful and as if pierced by a dagger.

"Didn't you like Papa the Throne?"

Love was so curious about her son's answer. But after waiting, the little boy did not answer and instead twisted his body. He stared blankly at the ceiling. Slowly but surely, the boy's eyes narrowed even more. His dark brown netra was perfectly covered, along with a slow pat from the mother.

Love stroked the soft top of her son's head. The woman's gaze turned sad. There was still pain left from his son's rejection of the father.

"If only you knew that Rudi was no better than your father. But mama knows you won't understand any of that. It feels so unfair to your papa, but .. I hope he can make you accept it." Love kissed the twins gently before finally coming down from the king-size bed.

His brown net was directed at the slightly open door. His forehead was wrinkled, he was sure that it had closed properly. The woman stepped wide near the door, afraid that something bad or mystical would be in the house.

Slowly the woman opened the door. He was slightly stunned when he found a man standing by the side of the door. Tears were already creeking on his cheeks and some of the clear liquid melts had already dried up. Love stepped out and slowly closed the door. She did not want her children to be distracted and hear her voice.

"You ... heard it?" ask for love with doubt.

"I'm sorry."

Love thins his lips. I don't know how many times he's heard an apology from the man's mouth. The man before him looked pitiful with his tears. Yes, she knew her feelings must have been more painful than what she had just felt.

The view of Love now turns to the tray and cup that is in the hands of the Throne. "Is that tea for me?"

The throne only nodded slowly while breathing air calmed his heart.

"Don't! It's already bad" cried the Throne when suddenly Love took his teacup.

The woman ignored the throne. He sipped the tea in his hand, and finished the already cold drink in one gulp.

"Have you been standing here since?" ask Love after finishing his drink.

"Does my son hate me?"

Love breathes heavily. "They just don't understand."

"I'm a bad husband and father." The tears that he had so hard-earned, now again betrayed the Throne.

"No. It's my fault too. Forgive me," said Love wipe the tears that wet her ex-husband's cheeks. This was not something planned, his hands were completely reflexed outstretched as he watched the man suffer so much.

...Seriate.......