[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Let's End This.

Hi, Throne ....

I'm not sure when you read this letter, but if it's in your hands it means the relationship has reached a new point. There's no more of us, there's only me without you and you without me.

I never expected to end things this way, without a wave of your hand or enjoying your deep gaze one last time. However, my choice of using this letter was the best. I didn't ask you to reply because I didn't expect an answer either. From now on, I assume there are no more misunderstandings between us. I assume it's all over from this second, including our relationship.

I guess love is the only solution to every problem in this relationship. But, it turns out I was wrong. It's not that easy to overcome problems in our relationship. There are many things we both have to sacrifice because of my selfishness. Maybe I've been making the wrong decision all along. I forced everyone into this game and in the end many hearts had to be hurt.

Sorry, sorry for being such a hindrance to your dreams. You're right, I'm just a burden here. Not even one of my fingernails deserves to be here. So, let's end this. Let's split up.

I thought that six months would be quick, but I was wrong. Even now it is only four months and I have also reneged on my promise. It's okay, isn't something bad the sooner it ends the better?

Our relationship was a mistake from the beginning, including the love that grew between us, even though I admit it was beautiful and will always be the most beautiful.

I saw my father's figure in you, until finally I was obsessed with having you, and you .. You just feel guilty about me, whether you realize it or not. There is no essence in this relationship.

Thank you for ever making me a home for you to stop by. Even in such a short time. Thank you for anchoring even if your goal is not to stay. At least I was once your goal even in such a short time. How could a nephew write this sassy? I'm so stupid.

I've asked mom to take care of our divorce. Take it easy, the letter you gave me I signed perfectly. May you be happy with your new family and .. ah, yes. Congratulations on Bella's pregnancy. May you always be happy.

Don't worry about me. I will always try to be happy and never break up praying for your happiness too.

Goodbye, Throne. May we never see each other again. If God meets us, let's not fall in love!

Your wife,

Love Aulia Mahardika

*Sorry again, let me pin Mahardika's name one last time in this letter before I cancel completely and return to Love Aulia Mirza.

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Brak!

A dining chair made of wood slammed into the wall. A man with a trembling body and tightly clenched hands stared at the guts of a white paper in his hand. In front of him, on the rectangular dining table there are various types of his favorite cuisine. However, everything looks cold and the rice is drying.

Praang!

"Aakhs!" he shouted while pulling the tablecloth and made food scatter to the floor. He punched with all his might on the white wooden table, causing his fingers and the back of his hand to bruise.

The throne supported his body with both hands resting on the table. He looked down, drowned his face. The Throne's burly shoulders shook along with a clear grain dripping on the paper lying between his hands.

"I should have burned that si*lan letter. Why did I forget such an important thing. Bod*h!" The throne again kicked down the table until his voice echoed throughout the room.

The man looked back at the heartfelt letter that love had left on the dining table, along with all the dishes he had purposely prepared for their dinner. It should have been a crucial moment in their marriage last night, but the Throne foolishly passed it by. Assume that everything can be resolved the next day. He's too confident. He's still the same person. The one who thinks everything is centered on him.

"Mother!" exclaims the Throne shortly after opening the door of his parents' luxurious house.

Out there, the hot sun already feels burning the surface of the skin of anyone exposed. Very hot, as if reflecting the feeling of the Throne. He's burned. Burned by his own attitude. Burned because of his inability to firmly behave and make decisions.

"Mother, where is the letter. Please return the letter that Love gave me, "to his mother who was enjoying a cup of tea on the back porch.

The barrel placed the teacup in his hand. Raising his head elegantly as if unconcerned with his son's panic.

"Why? You sorry? Or do you want to process it yourself?" asked Laras without looking at his interlocutor.

"Where is the letter?"

"I've already handed it over and it's been processed. You ... stop undermining his happiness," said Laras as he stared firmly at the Throne.

"Mother, please tell me where Love is? I'll explain everything to him."

"God! Your explanation is no use. He's gone."

"You don't have to look for him" said Laras coldly as he saw his son about to turn away.

"What do you mean, Mother?" The throne stared intently at his mother. An unpleasant feeling sailed in his heart. He knew it wouldn't be easy.

"Don't you know the power of the Mahardika family? I can send it anywhere without anyone's knowledge. So, even if you check all the flights or ports in the country, you won't be able to find them."

The man froze and looked at his mother. His hands clenched tightly until his knuckles paled. The Throne's heart rate increased, and his breath hunted. His anxiety was bubbling along with his nerves that felt increasingly heated.

He hated himself, laughing at his own stupidity. Not because he didn't get the letter, not because he didn't get the slightest hint from his mother. Not because he couldn't find his wife. He is capable, even to the ends of the world he will seek. However, what he regretted was the bitter memories he had left behind at their last meeting. At the time he foolishly did not acknowledge Love as his wife just to keep the feelings of Bella and her friends.

The woman's pride and heart were definitely broken to pieces. Perhaps even the apology he uttered for life would not be able to atone for his sin on Love. It had always been circling at the head of the Throne, ever since the day on which its feet stepped out of the restaurant door that night.

...Connect .......

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Hi, Bebebh.

I updated it twice special for you guys and wanted to confide in you guys. Very sad novel has so far not been given the same level NT, can not contract, can not earn 🤧. Though you have tried your whole heart to support Simi and try to raise the popularity of this novel, but it seems that NT no longer exist. Please, give spirit to Simi so as not to get mental breakdance, friends.🥺

Because your support is my only reason to continue this novel here. I'm afraid to disappoint you if you have to move this novel somewhere else.😘

Lope lope sekebon for you, Beloved 💜