[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Alarm

A woman was sitting in the living room with a map in her hand. He stared at the dile on the file. The tail of his eyes glanced towards the clock that was stuck on his right wall. Time shows at nine o'clock. The room was so quiet, with lights so dim that it made the night dark so vivid.

Several times the beautiful woman glanced towards the door with a huff. It seems he is waiting for someone. He twirled the ballpoint pen in his hand. A long breath was also clearly heard in the spacious room.

Chequek!

He looked towards the open door. Not long ago a man who was still seen wearing his office uniform with his suit, entered the house with a warlock. He walked with lethargic steps past the woman who had been looking at him from the very beginning of entering. There was no intention to greet from the man.

The woman who was staring at the nanar just silently hoped to be greeted first. Nil. The man ignored him.

"Tahta" he chirped at the man who was preparing to climb the stairs.

The man who looked disheveled turned his head lazily.

"Let's get a divorce" the woman said firmly.

The man with the crumpled face frowned and stared demandingly at him. As if he was thinking, was this just an illusion? Did he hear wrong?

"I don't think we're a match anymore. We better end this. Wouldn't it be faster to end something that wasn't true that it would be better?"

"Are you sure of what you said?" asked the man called the Throne still in disbelief.

"Yes. I'm certain. I've prepared all the files and conditions."

The man walked slowly towards her. His black eyes were still staring questioningly. He noticed the movements of the woman who had just asked for the divorce. Is there something wrong with his brain today? Maybe it was that word that stuck in his head.

"Isn't this what you need? You want freedom and I grant it," the woman explained as she felt a strange, questioning look.

"But as compensation, I asked for two billion from you" he continued, which made him frown.

"Huh .. are you sure that such little money can survive? It will not be enough to fit your lifestyle. Or ... Have you found my replacement?"

The woman took a deep breath hearing her husband's words. "If you agree, it's best to proceed immediately and marry your lover. Never commit mistakes to others."

The man snatched the ballpoint pen that was on the map. By looking at his wife's nanar he signed sheet by sheet of files in it. He put the ballpoint pen in his hand violently and sauntered away leaving his wife just like that.

The woman's defense collapsed. His heart seemed to be torn apart, a sigh of pain as if it was knocking out the bones in his chest. The crying can no longer be stopped. He stepped wide towards his car splitting the city streets covered by the rushing rain. His cry was so heartbreaking to anyone who heard it.

Praang!

The chaos of the blind morning awakens Love from her sleep. Returning the woman's consciousness from the dreamland that felt tormenting and stifling chest. His eyes were glaring at the pure white nanar on the ceiling of the room, he felt that the white color was darkening due to his nightmares. Love takes a long breath. He felt a clear, melted grain on his cheek. Huddling herself, the woman with messy hair swept away the tears that were soaking her cheeks.

"So that's how it feels" muttered Love by pulling the corners of her thin lips, very thin even barely visible.

There were poignant gazes from both of his beads. The world of love feels empty. Sleep as fast as he can, and wake up as late as possible. That's how it's been for the past three days. He does not refuse to meet or do any activities including work. Heart's broken. It might even have crumbled.

Smooth white level legs, stretched down to touch the white marble floor. The owner of the foot that makes some people envious as if he did not feel the cold air in the morning that has not been perfect. He moved, stepping towards the bathroom to clean up his already undead self.

Love immediately came out of his room after making thin preenings to look fresher. He had been troubled for a few days and worried his beloved sister. Today there are many plans he wants to do.

"What are you beating, Na?" tanya Love follows her sister in the kitchen.

"Semedi semedi your bald. What broke earlier?"

"Class. Intentionally .. Let Brother wake up. How's it? Cool isn't the alarm?"

Love glanced at Nana exasperatedly while pulling one corner of her lips to the side. "What cooking is good today?"

"Sister who cooks?" asked Nana with sparkling eyes. The girl had not tasted her sister's cooking since she got married. The taste of the cuisine that made it seem like coming home was really missed.

"I only have frozen chicken in the fridge. Emm ... What about chicken soto?" nana's advice and is taken by her brother.

Love smiled gently looking at the enthusiasm of her sister preparing cooking ingredients. The woman smelled her pleasant smile.

The dream, and you. Everything has made me more confident to make a decision. I'm so stupid and blind I can't see you, Na. Can't see how happy you are just because of a dish, and it turns out that happiness is this simple, when you appreciate every single thing I give even the slightest. Forgive your stupid sister, Na.

The brothers prepared their breakfast. The two are seen enjoying the time by throwing jokes at each other and listening to Nana's activities lately.

"Ma?" call Love to her sister who is eating her breakfast.

"Is ... You okay if you have a hard life?"

Nana raised both her eyebrows at the question of Love. "Don't we have lived a hard life before we were brought here? Brother forgot how father and mother quarreled just because they ran out of eggs and father failed to rebuild his business?"

Love smiling shaving. He remembered very well how they were in the early days of the destruction of his father's business. When almost all assets were sold because their parents were cheated by their own colleagues. He nodded several times at Nana.

"Actually ...." Nana suddenly looks angry. He gulped down a glass of water from his glass heavily. Playing her fingers while looking doubtfully at her brother.

"What's wrong?"

...Connect ......

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...Like a candle that still shines in linang...

...Keep radiating even though the body is melting in a twinkle...

...Continuously bright until it disappears all the sparkle...

...Don't ......

...Don't be like a candle...

...Although the burden of life stabs the wound in your sick dressing...

...Don't ......

...Don't hold your own poignant incision in your breast...