100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Quarrelling

Since Emil's departure from home with Sexyola at that time, counted already one week he did not go home at all, I do not know how he was, how he was. All I know is that she's with Sexyola, and that sexy woman must be looking after her, taking good care of her.

I wanted to call Emil, ask him to just go home, because I felt lonely. But he blocked my number, and I didn't dare to ask Sexyola for help, or he would laugh at me, there was a desire to meet him to Sexyola's apartment alone, but of course it was very unlikely, what am I doing it for? Ask my husband to come home and leave his girlfriend's house? Oh, my God, that's so crazy.

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I came out of the apartment for the first time after locking myself up for a week, Laurent came to clean the house that was already somehow like what it looked like. All dirty and messy.

I want to breathe the fresh air of the Parisian winter. Walk through the sidewalk without having a destination.

'Tin!'

A car moved slowly as it was parallel to me walking, the glass of the car door opened revealing a man driving inside. Ardhan.

***

"So, your husband left with another woman, and he hasn't been home until now?" asked Ardhan to repeat my sentence, more precisely ascertaining what he heard.

Not intending to open a disgrace let alone vilify Emil, but when Emil comes out of the apartment with Sexyola, Ardhan just happens to come, seeing with his own eyes a man with a woman who came out of the apartment where I lived, Ardhan immediately guessed if the man was my husband. And for now, I do need a friend to talk to.

"Hem, our relationship was not good from the beginning," I drank the beer that Ardhan ordered, we sat together, in an outdoor cafe where Kunilai was quite pleasant.

"You're not happy, Namira?"

"I'm trying,"

"That's not the right answer, happiness you can't force, it just comes from your heart if you're really happy."

"I don't really care about that, Ardhan, I just want to live quietly," I kept my head down to play a beer glass as I answered the chatter from Ardhan.

"Namira," Ardhan touched my hand, carried it in his hand, I was amazed and just kept quiet, looking at Ardhan without knowing what to behave, this was too shocking for me, when I was feeling upset, someone from my past came to offer peace.

"If you need a friend, I'll always be there, don't be this moody, you're not like the Namira I used to know, I want to see my old Namiraku, who is strong, happy, and cheerful." Ardhan commented on the sincere smile, and I could only nod in response, then comment on a smile that I forcefully stormed, until my netra caught the figure, the figure of the man I hadn't met for a week, and then I did, standing a bit away in the direction of Ardhan's back.

'Emil!'

My reflexes pulled my hand that Ardhan almost kissed. And of course my attitude is making Ardhan confused.

"Namira, are you okay?"

"Ooh,,, i-i i yes." I returned a fake smile, then saw Emil still standing there, no Sexyola, just a few men around with files, and then I saw him, looks like Emil is at work.

"Ardhan, can we go home now?"

Ardhan was silent for a while before he finally nodded in agreement.

"Sure,"

We stood up and left from there, sometimes I still looked back to see Emil who was still staring at me with a flat face.

***

It's 5pm, but Laurent's job is still unfinished, my stack of un-ironed clothes being the last job Laurent should finish. Well, I was lounging around this one week, without washing my own clothes like I used to, and asking Laurent to wash it, but after catching a strange gag from Laurent's face, I asked him.

"What's up Laurent? You all right? Are you so tired? If you're tired, just rest for a while, the iron is continued later,"

"It's not so, Madam. But, actually I have an appointment tonight, afraid not to go to the hunt if I have to finish ironing Madam's shirt." That's what I like about Laurent, she's an open woman and what she is.

"Promise?" I frowned, approaching her who was standing in front of the ironing table that was in the living room.

"Yes, Madam. I have a date,"

"Puuff,,," my laughter almost broke, Laurent scratching his non-itchy head.

"Okay, leave your job, and go have some fun."

"Really Madam?"

"Hem,,,,!" I nodded with a sincere smile, took over the iron from his hand, then with a lightning-fast gesture Laurent grabbed his bag, opening the main door.

'Cloth!'

Laurent stopped, he looked riveted before he finally edged back.

"Why Lau,,,,?" my words stopped when I saw Emil coming into the house.

"S-I'm sorry, ma'am. Signore. Good afternoon." Laurent again stepped out of the apartment, closed the main door, leaving me who was still staring to find the unexpected arrival of Emil.

She's home.

Emil first disconnected our eyes, sighed harshly, then sat down on the sofa, and looked back at me. Deep.

"W-Why you, you're home!" I'm feeling nervous.

"Yes, aren't you happy?" Emil didn't give me a chance to answer, he spoke up again.

"I went back home to see the atmosphere" Emil turned left and right, as if he was looking for something.

"But I don't think I'm lucky, or you're playing smart enough,"

"What do you mean?"

"Why? You're pretending to be an innocent woman in front of me now?"

"Tell me clearly because I really don't understand." I looked at Emil sharply, my heart ached suddenly, guessing that Emil was thinking something that wasn't about me.

"Huh," Emil smiled sinisterly, a smile of ridicule.

"Well, I admit you played better than me, Nami. You're dating freely out there and not bringing your man home, are you enjoying the game? Is he better than me?" as soon as my eyes were sore and watery, I swallowed a hard-earned salivary, it turned out to be true, Emil thought that I was in contact with another man behind him after seeing me with Ardhan at the cafe this afternoon.

"Do you like it very much? Until you're not ready to touch me? Is hers better than mine?"

"Shut up, Emil!" my snapping couldn't stand it, my tears sagged but I kept trying hard.

"Stop your bullshit, that's. I'm not that kind of woman."

"What kind of woman do you think you are?" Emil stood up, walking towards me.

"Don't we both know what kind of woman you are?"

"PLAQUE!"

One hard slap I landed on his cheek, until Emil's cheek bruised and even my own palm felt hot after slapping him.

Emil smiled wickedly as he rubbed his cheeks violently.

"I wanted to get you in bed, and we had fun, but I guess I stopped doing it, I don't want to touch you without knowing if there's another man in your womb and you're going to recognize that fetus as my son."

My hands clenched tightly holding so I wouldn't throw a second blow. My heart was pounding and my heart was pounding, my eyes were flooded with trembling lips, feeling so special the pain I felt.

"Tell you, Nami. Did you ever sleep with her?"

DEG.

My clenched hands trembled, and my head lowered, there was a great shame, as well as a fundamental pain, Emil's question sounded like a bullet through the heart that made my body lose strength.

"Why shut up? You dare not tell me the truth?"

Emil grabbed my chin, raised my head until my face lifted and looked at her, we stared at each other deeply.

Should I tell you the truth?

"Say," Emil's voice sounded softly.

"Have you ever slept with her?"

"Yes, I slept with him!" my reply was calmly accompanied by a clear, translucent circle, staring at Emil without blinking. Didn't I ever sleep with Ardhan? He was even the first man to touch me, but that was before I met Emil.

I felt Emil's finger grip on my chin harden for a moment before he finally let go, smiled cynically and then shook his head.

'I slept with him before I met you, and I've never touched any man after we met.' I want to say that if my ego doesn't make a fortification, recalling the insults he had just said.

"But,, don't we have a covenant, Emil? Not to interfere in the personal affairs of the couple, you yourself proposed the first point of our agreement, did you forget?" Emil looked at me sharply. I decided to go to great lengths to deal with the ruthless Emil.

"I can re-tell you if you want. In order for you to keep your boundaries, since I have also kept my boundaries all this time, have I ever interfered with your personal affairs all this time?" emil's jaw hardened, his eyes were staring sharply suddenly and look red.

"I never even cared how many ja.langs you had fun with, so why are you fussing about a male friend now?"

"BRAK!" Emil did it, the ironing table he kicked to the ground. I was surprised and stiffened, but tried hard to stay calm.

Emil left me to go into his room after he was satisfied to humiliate me, and I could do nothing more than close my eyes and enjoy the wounds so badly that Emil created. Until the clear circles of my tears escaped freely.

***

"I wanted to get you in bed, and we had fun, but I guess I stopped doing it, I don't want to touch you without knowing if there's another man in your womb and you're going to recognize that fetus as my son."

The words that Emil spoke in a satirical tone were always ringing in the head.

I felt so low before Emil, a mistake that could be a lesson to all women, to not be so easy to let anyone who will touch his body even though they love each other even if without the bond of marriage, because our dignity as women is very much at stake. And I've felt how bad it is.

...[.The night is calm, but not with the mind,] a new status that I update, not intend to indulge, but this is all I can do to reduce the burden....

I came out of the room after I was satisfied crying. Emil's bedroom door was shut, either inside, or away. I don't want to care anymore. Clearly, he wasn't in the kitchen when I took the drinking water, and also the living room.

Looking at the pile of clothes that I didn't iron last night. I approached him and continued my work. Oh my God,, thankfully, this table didn't break, the one that Emil kicked rough. I picked it up and I tidied it back up.

"Hooaaamm!" I just realized that if I didn't sleep all night, until the night changed in the morning, and just ironed two clothes, I was yawning from sleepiness, It's worse than the previous days.

'Mother,,,, dad,,, I miss home.'

I daydreamed about my mom and dad ironing, so I didn't hear the doorbell ring, and Emil came out of the room to the main door to open it.

"Surprise.....!"

The scream shocked me, and I turned to the door.

Shit, Carol and Aretha are coming.

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