[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Simalakama

The day passed. Love passes time after time with a lighter heart. Yeah, he thinks Nana's saying has a point. At least he had tried and it would probably be better if he heard the rejection from the mouth of the man he loved directly. Love seems to be busy with breakfast that has almost half gone into his stomach.

A formally dressed man came down the stairs. He walked past the dining room with a flat expression as usual. I don't know what he was thinking this time. The throne stopped stepping in the middle of the room adjacent to the dining table. The tail of his eyes was fixed on the dining table which looked empty. His gaze was strange, and he pointed it at a woman who was cool eating a plate of fried rice in front of him.

"Are you not cooking?" ask the Throne that succeeded in making Love widen his eyes.

The woman looked over with the spoon still in front of her mouth. "Pulp. It's me eating" he replied lightly.

"Didn't you make it for me?"

Love knitted both of her eyebrows in wonder. "Don't you ever eat it? So it'll just be a waste of time and waste."

Suddenly the man who was preparing to leave stepped towards the dining table. Take a chair across from Love and calmly sit there. "Make me too."

This time Love squinted. The man before him was acting so strange. "All right, wait a minute."

The woman in uniform stood up, took the apron and deftly put it on. Her tiny hand shrewdly cut some onions and chili. Take some instant spices and saute it until it smells so distinctive fragrant, to make the food seller sneeze. Love smiled obliquely at the sound of repeated sneezing from behind him. He looked so satisfied to see the Throne tormented by the smell of the spice.

"This is for you" said Cinta as she placed a serving of fried rice in front of her husband.

The throne swallows its salivary when its sense of smell and sight simultaneously acts with the food. A brownish-colored rice with an omelet perched on it. It was very appetizing this morning.

Love departed from its place while the Throne was still enjoying its food. "I have to leave immediately. Oh, and today I have an event with Nana, so maybe I'll be home tomorrow night."

After saying goodbye, the woman walked away. He left the man who was looking at him with a pushy look. Watching the back of Love disappear behind the door, makes the feeling of the Throne feel so strange. There's a void there. I don't know what, he seemed to have lost something so precious.

No. gabe. There's nothing wrong with all this. I'm glad he finally didn't stick around and bother me again, Inner Throne. But with an expression that is the opposite of the word happy itself.

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Days pass, but the feeling of Love does not just pass like time. His feelings were still the same, only his attitude was different. He wanted to spend the days with the Throne more calmly, leaving behind fond memories of parting ways. The woman, who was wearing a sleeping dress with her arms open and long above her knees, stood looking at the calendar lying on the TV table. His index finger twitched in the air as if he was pointing at the small calendar.

"Live four more months, yeah. The speed of time passed," muttered Love with a faint smile.

Chequek!

The glazed Netra of Love distracted her at the door that suddenly opened. Two men suddenly entered with one other man on papah because they could not stably walk.

"What happened to the Throne, Za?" ask Love to her husband's personal assistant.

"Drunk, Miss Love."

"Drunken? Doesn't the Throne never drink alcohol?"

Love just nodded in understanding with Reza's explanation. Indeed, sometimes clients from neighboring countries often bring gifts typical of their country when visiting. In the past he would usually get a share if the prize was attractive enough. The throne walked over to her husband who was leaning weakly onto the back of the sofa.

"That's it?" call him next to the man with the stinging smell of wine.

"Hey."

"Mr ...."

"Quick get to your room. I'll get you some water for the bath."

The throne returned only to beat Love, but not flinching from its place. An upset love draws the hand of the Throne to move on. The beautiful woman finally helped the Throne up the stairs to her room.

"Have known you can't drink, why drink. The burden of the wife," rfor Love while holding the waist of the Throne so as not to be unsteady. Love threw the muscular body on the bed and stepped into the bathroom.

The gurgling sound of water from inside the bathroom made the Throne disturbed. He got up and ruffled his hair violently. The man threw the suit and tie he was wearing just like that, staggered towards the bathroom to clean himself up. However, just as he arrived at the door, a woman also stepped out of the bathroom. The reddened Netra of the Throne stared fixedly at the brown bead of Love's eyes. The hearts of the two were racing, a strange feeling enveloping them.

"Hand, I have prepared water for you" Love said as she stepped awkwardly before the Throne.

The man who was still unconscious from his drunkenness remained in his place. Somehow he felt dislike when he saw the woman he had hated leaving from before him.

"I'm going down. Call me if you need anything." Love stepped away, but suddenly a burly hand clasped his wrist.

The woman turned to look at the man with the heavy hand. "What's wrong?" tanyanya's confused.

The throne does not speak. He pulled Love's hand to make her stagger back and her back hit the wall. The throne held his wife's body between the wall and her. He stared fixedly at the bead of Love's eyes with his hands still clasping tightly.

"You avoided me. You're ignoring me."

Love frowned upon hearing the question of the Throne. "Isn't that what you want?"

The Throne's expression darkened. He seemed unhappy to hear the answer of Love. Somehow there was a strange swish in his heart to see the light of Love that began to tremble.

Is that really what I want? But why do I hate him? Why don't I like to see him avoid me?

"Take me off! You're drunk, you better clean yourself up first so you can think clearly" Love said trying to break free.

Instead of letting go, the man who already looks messy even more tightened his hand grip, and more forward squeezing Love. The cornered woman tried to push the stocky body of the Throne, but of course it would only be in vain.

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