[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Opposite Plan

Barrel stared at the two sheets of paper on his living room table. His eyes shifted to the right and left, staring alternately at the two important letters before him. One letter he had received since yesterday from the hospital, and the other one he had just received this morning. Without notice, four days had passed since the daughter-in-law who had now become her ex-daughter-in-law left her son.

The barrel took out a paper with the hospital emblem at the top. His hands clutched tightly onto the paper as his old net caught the writing of father and son in the letter in his hand.

"Take this," said Laras, thrusting the two papers at the Throne sitting before him.

"From now on do whatever you want. I will no longer care about your business." Laras rose from his seat after speaking coldly to the Throne. He's disappointed. He really failed. His son fell into the trap of the crafty woman without being able to wince anymore. Laras' eyes heated up as he left the room that seemed to strangle him.

The throne stared at the letter in his hand. She did not seem to care much about the results of DNA tests that showed that the fetus was her child. He waved the paper from the hospital and began to stare at the thicker paper underneath. His breath immediately hunted and his net shook. The throne clenched his hands and clenched his jaws as tightly as he could. He had expected this to happen, but this was too soon. How could the mother exert her strength to make her son a widower this fast, thought the Throne.

The divorce certificate was her rem*s-rem*s along with the DNA test results. The man's eyes darkened as if a negative aura had taken over his body. The throne rose up, leaving the residence of his parents with a burning vexation.

"Why have you not gone so far?" ask a man in a doctor's suit to a woman who is sitting quietly leaning on her couch in her study.

"Didn't you tell me to help you?"

"You just need to steal all the data about the plantation and the project from him." The man began to raise his voice.

Bella straightened her body to hear Bimo's voice sounding annoyed. "Then do you have any other plans other than this, when the man has already started leaving me because of his* wife?"

Bimo was slightly stunned, yes. He had forgotten about the marriage of the Throne. He is not too concerned about Love because he considers the Throne is really in the grasp of Bella. But he was wrong. In the end the man chose to be on the side of the woman who was already his rightful wife. The room became silent for a moment. Bella had regained her tired body on the sofa. While Bimo still stared fixedly at his lover.

"So ... What's your next plan?"

"Certainly marry her, of course" Bella replied lightly.

Bimo bought his eyes and stared intently at Bella. "Whatchu mean? You don't have to go this far, baby."

"You think I can get all that data just by being her lover? Even with that DNA letter, I had no choice but to marry her. Now my father must have gotten information about this pregnancy."

Bimo again made silent a thousand languages by Bella. The blood vessels in his neck were pulsing. The muscular burly hand clenched tightly on the table until it made the veins on his arm protrude. Bimo's face flushed like a boiled crab. His heart was hunting. Bimo knew there was no other choice, but his heart could not accept if his lover had to marry another man. She really loves Bella. She felt regretful of her plan that should involve Bella for now.

"Already, Bimo. I know you're upset, but don't make a mess for me anymore. Didn't I say I wanted to end this? You said I had to hang on for a little while longer, and now I'm walking with my own plan to avenge uncle. You just have to accept it later and don't interfere with my plans if you don't want your plans to fail" Bella said as she walked away from Bimo's room.

Braak!

The sound of buzz echoed throughout the room after the door closed perfectly. Bimo's hand looks clenched firmly on the table with a reddened condition on one side. His eyes stared at the door.

"B**n!"

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In a neighboring country, a beautiful woman with her hair in rolls forms a small bun while preparing breakfast. Her face looks fresher with thin make-up adorning her lips. The woman had started to enjoy her days living in the village. Without feeling like he's been living in the house for a week. The previously dirty house now looks clean with complete furniture to fulfill it.

"Na ... breakfast is ready," he exclaimed to a girl who was busy with her laptop in front of the television.

"When are you going to Jakarta, Na?"

"Next week, brother. It's a re-list and it's Thursday. I have to get bored first."

"Do you really want to go alone? Sister temenin, huh? If nothing is empty, how?" Love stared fixedly at her sister who was enjoying breakfast without seeing her brother's worried expression.

"There's a tone, brother. Remind Nana's best friend first, who often plays at home. Later Nana immediately picked up Nada at the station."

Love nodded slowly hearing her sister's explanation. But things still can not eliminate the worry in the head of Love. The girl was never far away from him. He regretted his decision to stay in Bogor, but then he regained consciousness. Nana is almost an adult, and the girl is not as naive as she is.

Love took a deep breath looking at Nana. The girl who looks rude but is actually loving. Thin smile etched in the corner of the lips of Love.

The woman refocused on the food before her. Spooning rice with clear vegetables. Just now the mouthful slid at the end of his lips, Love's stomach seemed turbulent. It felt like something from inside the middle stomach was sliding up to his neck. Love tries to swallow him back. His face began to pale.

"Nurus!" Love shuts her mouth while running to the bathroom.

Nana who saw her nauseous sister immediately ran over. Knocked on the door a few times but there was no answer.

"Sister sick?" ask Nana from behind the door.

Love cannot answer his sister. His body felt weak after struggling to expel the contents of the stomach that had been turbulent, rebelling out. His head felt swirling until Love had to rest on a small sink whose water was still flowing, cleaning up the remnants of food that he returned to remove.

"Let's go to the doctor, brother. Mumpung is still morning," exclaimed Yana who sounded worried.

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