[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Pity and Decision

The man standing at the side of the guest room bed continued to stare at Cinta with a difficult to interpret gaze. He just stared at the spot without a word coming out of his mouth.

"Mrs ...." Love delirious. His tiny hand moved here and there as if it was about to grab onto something that was in front of him.

The pupils of the Throne's eyes trembled at the condition of his wife that he had never considered. Not only eyes, but his heart was also moved to watch and listen to the moans of Love. It was very clear that the woman was in a really bad condition. Slowly and doubtfully the Throne extended its hand, reaching out to the hand of Love that continued to feel the air before it.

"Mama .. I miss," muttered Love grasping the mighty hand of the Throne.

The deg!

A strange feeling arose, as the still unconscious woman carried a hand and slipped it under the cheek. Making the hand of the Throne as his sleep focus. Inevitably, the man who looked confused was sitting on the chair that had previously been used by Laras. He let Love secure himself.

"What happened to you?" muttered the Throne staring at sayu Cinta.

The throne was about to withdraw his hand after almost half an hour of sitting there. He waited for Love to calm down and not delirious anymore. However, as time was getting late, the man decided to leave her. He tried to pull his hand slowly so that Love would not be disturbed, but the woman grasped the burly hand too firmly. The throne even had difficulty to break away.

"Even when sick and unconscious, you still stick to me. How long are you going to test my patience?"

The throne finally gave up. He waited until Love would let go. The night was getting late when the drowsiness had attacked the Throne and he could no longer stand it.

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The sense of hearing Love captures the sound of the Adhan which indicates the morning has begun to say hello. She blinked her eyes, but why did anything seem strange to her cheeks and hands. Like there's a warm object attached to both, thought Love.

The lady's eye bead this time was completely open. How surprised Love was when she realized that the man she wanted was asleep next to her. The heart of Love suddenly beats. Her husband sleeps in a sitting position to wait for her who is sick. What other hope did he give this time.

Love's right hand moved gently caressing her husband's black hair. "Just let our relationship not be established in the wrong way. If only you could see the truth for yourself." A grievous smile was drawn at the corner of the lips of Love.

The throne moved its head when it felt something was troubling it. He opened his eyes and set his sights on Love who had fallen back to sleep. The man with the typical messy look of waking up let out a heavy sigh.

"How can I fall asleep here" he said as he slowly pulled his hand from Love's grasp.

He stepped away, leaving the woman who had actually woken up earlier. The corner of Love's lips lifted when he heard the sound of a closed door. The woman opened her eyes again with a flowery feeling. At least the Throne didn't completely ignore it.

Laras looks busy preparing breakfast with Bi Sumi. Although she has several domestic assistants, Laras still helps prepare breakfast for her husband. The older woman looked fresher than usual.

"Did Madam just get some good news?" asked Bi Sumi who was curious about her Nyonya's attitude.

"Didn't Aunt know? last night the Throne slept beside Love. Doesn't that mean we still have hope?"

Bi Sumi nodded in agreement accompanied by a sincere looking smile. Bi Sumi also more agree and happy if Love can be with the Throne. The man who has always been the dream and the reason for surviving. The old woman always noticed the attitude of Love that looked happy when she was next to her young master. It felt like he was reflecting in his youth while in the kasmaran.

"Good morning?" greet the Love that has just emerged from behind the walls of the room.

"It's not necessary, Bi. Love is fine now," said Cinta while smiling sweetly. Yes, the woman who had previously lay weak was now better. He looks fresher. The red hue on his face had also returned. The power of love may be extraordinary.

"You're really better, son?" ask Laras to make sure.

Love is sure. He had breakfast that morning. Of course without the presence of the Throne, for he had disappeared since morning blind. The Throne does not want its presence to be known by Love.

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The throne sat on the seat of his greatness, affixing his signature on the white paper stacked before him. The memory of the incident last night was enough to make him disturbed from the morning.

The sunlight is soft orange, indicating soon the light will disappear. However, the Throne seemed to care nothing. He kept flipping through the files before him nonstop. Until when the sound of the door of the room was knocked, he just raised his head and set his eyes on the brown door.

"Lake in."

The wooden door slowly opened from the outside. A young man, who was also a personal assistant to the Throne, stood in the doorway.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone is looking for you, sir," Reza said, opening the door wider. A woman appears from behind Reza's back. The woman whose appearance succeeded in making the eyes of the Throne perfectly round.

"What are you doing here?" The throne raised the question in its characteristic cold tone.

"There's something important I want to talk to you about" replied the woman who was none other than Love.

Reza looked at his boss. There was no sign of expelling or anything from the Boss. Finally he let the woman who had become the wife of his boss come in and leave them both. This is no longer his land to interfere. He wants to live and work quietly, and deal as little as possible with the personal matters of his superiors, Reza thought.

"What do you want?" ask the Throne without further ado.

Love walked leisurely towards the sofa that was not far from the seat of the Throne. She took a seat on the sofa facing her husband.

"I want to talk about divorce papers."

The Throne only looks at it flatly upon hearing Love's answer, making it difficult for Love to detect its feelings, but to be sure, the Throne still retains its hatred. "I've made my decision."

"Tell me how much you want, and quickly return the file to me." The Throne sets its cold gaze on Love.

A bitter smile was engraved on the face of Love. "Yes, of course I want a lot, but I'm not sure you'll be able to give it."

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