[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Who Do You Choose?

Love turned off the lights of her room after making sure both of her children had fallen asleep. The two of them already had their own rooms, but it seemed like they were more comfortable sleeping with his mother. Likewise with Love, he will feel there is less if he has to sleep without the two children who have not even five years.

Love slowly closes the door, making sure no sound is made. As he turned around, his bead of eyes immediately collided with the silent gaze of the Throne still waiting for him in the middle room. There was a strange thump when her net met the man before her. In the next instant, she immediately turned her gaze toward the middle-aged woman who was next to her ex-husband.

"Aunty is not resting?" ask the woman who had changed into the pajamas of the long suit.

"Nana's room isn't big, but God willing it's still pretty comfortable, Auntie. Sorry, yes if Cinta can not welcome Aunt at home better," continued Cinta with regret while sitting on a single sofa on the left side of the Throne.

"No, Son. This is more than enough. I just haven't been sleepy." The smiling barrel gently responds to the greeting of Love. He knew there was a sense of unease in the young lady, he did not want to make her feel any more uncomfortable anymore.

"Did the kids sleep at this hour?" tanya Laras refers to a time that still shows eight o'clock at night.

"No, Tan. Usually they just want to sleep after nine, but it looks like they're pretty exhausted on the way."

"Ooh..." Laras nodded slowly with a slightly changed view. "You must also be tired of having to take care of two toddlers alone," continued Laras full of regret.

Aah ... heard his mother's question The Throne's heart was sliced by a sharp knife. There was a painful but invisible and impromptu sigh. The more he dives into the life of Love, the more he sinks into his own guilt. The sad highlight of his brown netra is inseparable from the woman he has longed for. When their eyes accidentally meet again, Love again throw away the view. Suffocate.

Love raised her face hearing Baras' question. However, again his gaze met with the man who had once broken his heart. For a second, just for a moment, Love was fixated on the look in the man's eyes. However, soon he regained control of himself, turning his gaze away.

"No, Aunt. They are like the most beautiful gifts, blessings, and wonders in the life of Love. Love cannot even think of how Love survives this well without them. So even a little bit of Love doesn't feel tired, Tan. Instead they are the reason Love remains the spirit of living this life." A thin smile full of sincerity lingered on her lips as she re-imagined the first time she looked at the second face of her baby.

"You're a very good mother. You're the toughest woman I've ever met. The children must be very proud to have a mother as good as you," praised Laras sincerely.

While the Throne is still silent. He is struggling with his own heart. The man continued to rub his thumb with the other thumb while looking regretfully at his ex-wife. Several times the man's jaw moved up and down heavily, as if the saliva he swallowed was so heavy as to be pulled down.

Laras realizes the baldness of his son. He turned his gaze towards the front, staring at the wedding photo on the wall near the door of the twins room. "Your late husband is so handsome. He looks so happy in that picture. He must have been a very nice man to the point of making my grandchildren love him so much."

Love raised both eyebrows, following the direction of Laras's gaze. The woman thins her lips and slightly pulls her lips to the side. "In some aspects, yes ... he is indeed a good man, but maybe not very good," said Cinta while sharing a knotty smile.

The Throne closed its eyes while taking a deep breath hearing Love's answer. Although it felt strange in his final reply, but hearing the woman praise the other man directly from his mouth made the Throne's chest slightly rumble. The man exhaled slowly. Calm the Throne, calm. The man is dead, he will never be able to keep you away from Love again, the Inner Throne strengthening itself.

Maybe you'd hate him so much if you knew the truth about the man who filled our day. How his cunning way to separate between father and son, and how his cunning way to destroy a household, but .. I can't hate him, and I don't want him to be hated. Love bows deeply when she recalls Rudi's statement about her scheming plan with Bimo and Bella.

"Alright, it's night you will rest first," said Laras as he moved to Nana's room at the very back of the room.

Now in a room measuring only 6x3cm it leaves only two people who are awkward with each other. The woman tried to distract him by watching a news show on the flat screen, which she did not even understand what was being discussed. While the man is still in his place, the look of his eyes is fixed on the clothes of Love that is on the lap of the woman.

"What ... do you love that man?" In the end with all his courage the Throne opened its mouth.

"Are you married because you love her?"

Love pursed his lips and painstakingly swallowed his salivary.

"You're married because you need it for the kids. Am I right?" Now the Throne is more courageous to look at the netra of its interlocutor.

Love takes a rough breath. His eyes opened and stared fixedly at the man who was sitting on the long sofa. "Yes. You're right."

"Why?"

"What's the reason?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell what? A wedding? You're mad you didn't get my wedding invitation?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

"Huh?" Love is squealing while smiling cynically.

"You want me to wish what on a man who doesn't acknowledge his wife and has even impregnated his lover?"

"I didn't impregnate him!" sahut the Throne is slow but sharp.

"Sad. Nevermind, Throne. The fact that you cheated on me when you were married is proof that you did."

"I swear I never did anything with that woman." The throne reflexively grabbed both hands of Love to make the woman freeze for a moment.

"He set me up. I—I had no other choice back then, Love. I don't know what I should do. I thought that was really my son. What if that was true, how could I possibly ignore my flesh and blood. If only I knew you were pregnant, too...."

"What are you gonna do? Who will you choose? Are you gonna get rid of them?"

Love stared intently at the reddened bead of eyes before him.

Seriate....