[Note] A Perfect Marriage

My punishment

..."In fact, hate and love have such a close distance."...

"Na, what's going on?" ask the woman who just opened the door of the room full of the smell of the drugs.

Nana who was lying half-sitting in the hospital gurney was a little surprised to see her brother who suddenly opened the door quickly. Even Nana's friend who was sitting next to her was a little short. The two of them looked at the mature woman before him with widened eyes. While the sense of smell of Love immediately caught the smell of drugs that burst when the small glass door at the top was opened.

Love had just arrived in this metropolis an hour ago, while Nana was already lying in a room full of the smell of drugs for almost 24 hours. As soon as she gets the news that her only sister has passed out and entered the hospital, Love immediately sets out to catch up with Nana and leave her two little angels to Rumi. Yes, although Rudi died more than two years ago and exposed the painful facts, the relationship between his family and Love is not stretched. Love prefers to have a chest, because in fact they are people who really sincerely love him and also the twins.

"Casual, Brother. Nana is just aja~ smoothing" said Nana casually ignoring the panic expression that was printed clearly on her brother's face.

Love could finally sigh in relief after hearing the slengean tone of her sister's speech. At least nothing bad. He is the only brother and family besides the twins that Love has. Love has promised to take care of and replace the duties of his parents after they become orphans. So as soon as she got word of her sick sister from her sister's best friend, frantically ran over here.

"For you, La my sister became the cake of the undead" continued Nana patted the arm of her best friend named Lala.

"Yes, I was panicking yesterday when you passed out at the cafe. Fortunately yesterday I came, if not already fire cafe," replied Lala with a little bragging action.

That night the cafe that Nana founded had just closed. Nana, who sometimes spends time creating new recipes in the cafe, is busy processing ingredients until she feels unbearable pain in her head. The captain of the girl felt increasingly circling quickly, even to reach the phone in the middle of the table he could not.

"Yes-iyaa, you are the best" Nana said as she held her two thumbs up at Lala who was like her angel of salvation. He suddenly appeared at midnight in his cafe. They have been friends since Nana moved to the city. No one doubts the closeness of the two, often people even assume they are twins because of some similarities between them. Even their names are so similar.

"Thank you very much, yes La," said Love sincerely and walked over to his sister.

"Together, Brother Love. By the way, I often hear Nana's jokes about Kak Cinta who is said to be beautiful even though she is old. I think it's just omkos, it turns out it's really funny, looh. The age of us, sister," because Lala's mouth is also no less lemes than Nana.

Love chuckles little hearing Lala's statement. He also often heard stories about Lala from his sister. The young girl before him often helped his sister in every way. Starting from the time when Nana was confused to find a place of business, when pioneering a business she volunteered to help Nana even without rewards, and much more.

Grateful love his sister has someone who can be invited to share his story and fill his loneliness. At least he's not like a love that nobody has. When he was young, he focused too much on his parents. When his parents left, he focused too much on the Throne to ignore the people around him, and for now, he again has to focus on the two little angels and his efforts in order to remain sufficient.

"Just exhausted, Brother. Symptoms of typhoid. I would often stay up late, but continue to eat irregularly, plus sometimes drink coffee because I have to make recipes and try new flavors."

Love snorted annoyed. "Had my sister said you didn't have to overdo it, I was still able to meet all your needs. You have already graduated from college, you do not need much more cost."

"Then from that, brother. I graduated from college, so now it's time for me to be more independent and I want to grow my business. There's a price to pay, right to achieve success?"

This time Love just sighed. He knew Nana's very stubborn nature. Just like him, when he had already made a decision, no one could change him.

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A man with a beautiful face but still looks dashing staring at the afternoon sky from behind the window of his apartment. It has been three weeks since his meeting with his ex-wife. Days passed, but the feeling of his sorrow was endless. There was a sense of regret in his heart. If only at that time he had the courage to just greet the woman who had been part of his life. If only he could give a good impression, even if it was just a little. Just little. Would that woman be willing to give a little apology for him too.

Ahh, she must hate me so much right now, bantin the Throne while rubbing her face in frustration.

"But why is he there? Is he sick?" For a moment the Throne frowned.

"Atau ..His husband is sick? Yeah, maybe her husband, she looks really rushed. It was fortunate that the man could have a wife as good and as careful as Love." The man had forgotten that he had once been given a chance, but foolishly he had wasted it.

Yes, they, Throne and Laras no longer seek information about Love after they know the woman has married again. Not because they don't care about it anymore. Nope. Instead, they care so much that they decide to let Love live life as he wants. He did not want to tease and did not want to be disturbed when he had to hear information about how happy Love is with other men. Knowing the fact that his ex-wife was happier with another man, it was already quite painful for the Throne.

"So stupid of me. What I still hope for. Is this not the punishment I should be facing? Like when he lived it. Did he feel this kind of pain?" the Inner Throne while dropping his body onto the bed and glaring deep into the ceiling of his room.

...Seriate.......