[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Requesting Opportunity

The hand of Love gripped the side of the sink with the net that began to turn red and glazed. Love forced to turn around when felt the embrace of the Throne is not as tight as before. The woman stared into hazel eyes that were staring at her.

"What do you know about me? You always say you know, but what? What do you know, the Throne? Do you know what makes me suffer the most?" Ah, now the tears that had been struggling spoiled were no longer able to be contained.

"Do you know how I feel when I can't tell the truth about their father? Do you know what it's like to see children being despised by people for being born without their real fathers? Do you know the pain when kids say they miss their dad? the children wanted to hug his father, but thought his father was dead, whereas ... when his father was still there and I could not say anything? You know that's the Throne? Did you know about this too?"

"Love ... Dear.." great-granddaughter with her voice trembling. The Netra of the Throne heated up hearing all the questions that felt continued to pierce his heart. She swept away the tears that kept brooding on Love's cheeks, but her own tears continued to break through without excuse.

"And do you know how tired it feels, your strength feels only at the tip of the foot ...." Love paused his sentence and breathed in the air greedily to dispel the pain in his chest. "..., but you are required to be strong, must still go to work to support children. Do you know that too? I'm tired, Throne. I'm tired, I'm afraid to face people's prejudices. I can't do anything for my son who's always been jealous of his friends' families. They grieve, the Throne, and I. I'm tired, but I have nowhere to lean. You don't know how hard I've survived all this time. You don't know, Throne!" The cry of Love broke out, both of his hands continuously hitting the chest of the field of the Throne. The woman's shoulders shook violently withstanding the heartbreaking sounding sobbing.

The throne drew the frail body into its arms. Letting his ex-wife vent the emotions, disappointments, and anguish he has kept alone for years. The throne could only bow deeply, sticking its cheek at the top of Love's head, letting its tears flow down the black strands of hair under its cheeks.

"Sorry, Honey. I know I'm stupid. I'm selfish. Please teach me to be a good father. Please give me a chance to know everything. Please ... Don't cry anymore. I promise I will make up for it all" the Throne pleaded after the cry of Love subsided.

The woman kept her face away from the t-shirt already soaked by her tears. Slowly looking up, Love stared fixed hazel eyes that were still filled with the clear liquid. The net is looking for traces of lies there, but nil. There is only sincerity between despair.

"Hmm? Please give me a chance to return your laughter like it used to be, okay?" please the Throne expectantly.

Love is still petrified, fondling the answers that are struggling in his head. The feeling of fear will be let down for the umpteenth time, making the grip of his hand on the Throne T-shirt tighten. However, seeing a gaze that seemed impatient demanding an answer made Love's ego lose by a landslide. He nodded slowly making his opponent reflexively develop a haru smile.

The throne closed its eyes as it felt as if flowers were blooming in its chest. Tears again melted more and more rapidly as the net was tightly closed. He fused his forehead and the forehead of Love. "I swear I'll always be under your feet, honey."

Love fluttering. He chose to close his eyes, hoping not to regret his decision later on. Their position so close that Love can feel the warmth of the breath of the Throne. Hearing the roar of his breath, and even feeling the beating of such an irregular heart. Love sank into his mind, before finally being startled by the Throne that kissed his forehead softly. Instead of being upset, Love's heart warms when the kiss does not switch after a while. He's enjoying.

But a man is still a man with all his greed. The throne doesn't feel enough with just that. He was getting closer to eroding the distance, until their noses stuck together. Just a little more of his goal was achieved, one of the things he missed the most from his ex-wife, and .. cup! His lips landed on the palm accompanied by a fierce gaze from the owner.

"Quick sleep, or you'll drive me out tonight, too," said Love firmly make the man back bowed lethargic.

Without them noticing, in another room a middle-aged woman also became part of the crying that adorned the night with this raindrop. Yes, the house was not big enough to be able to muffle their voices from the room that was only separated by the wall. The woman wiped her tears rough, and again tried to close when it was felt that her son had managed to tear down the wall that Love had built all this time.

 

"Good morning, son. What are you cooking today?" sapa Laras who just finished morning prayers.

The barrel just nodded and hurriedly picked up some kitchen herbs to peel off.

"Tante, don't!" exclaim Cinta took back the seasoning basket that had just shifted mother Throne.

"Auntie is sitting down. It won't take long." A soft smile floating on her thin lips convinced Laras.

"It's okay, son. Cook to sleep together eat here, it's not good."

"It's okay, Auntie. Aunty wants to play here aja Love already very cool. So there are those who help ngawasin the twins, Love so can read the novel," kelakar Cinta tried to melt the atmosphere.

Laras develops a smile despite the fact that his heart is slightly pinched at the last words of love. He must have been very troubled to take care of two toddlers alone, his mind.

"What's up, honey." That's the typical hoarse sound of waking up the Throne.

Two women of different ages looked at the man who had just opened the door. The man with the knee-length shorts and the white T-shirt walked lethargic towards them.

"You called me?" ask her with eyes that still look reluctant to open.

Love squinted the eyes. How could the man be so confident even while asleep. "No, tuh. I'm talking to Aunt Laras."

The man was just a mangosteen while drinking the water he had just poured. "Maybe it's because I'm always thinking about you, so I'm so sensitive when I hear your voice, honey."

"Deey." Love displays an expression as if disgusted at hearing the words of the Throne. "And stop calling me darling and the like. We're not muhrim!"

Baras giggled amusedly at the interaction of the two humans who had become the former couple. "Tahta, don't be stupid anymore. It's code. So when are you going to make Love muhrim?"

"Quickly!" answer the Throne with lightning.

While the woman who was talked about, only gaped in disbelief to witness the strangeness of mother and child in his front. Really, that's not what he meant.

Seriate....