100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Pov Emil '1'

I just sat quietly on the long club couch that I went to every night, Sexyola became a loyal friend who always accompanied my dark nights.

Well, my life changed after I married Namira, unhappy, I don't know what I really think, do I really not love that chatty girl? Do I really not want it? Am I really not happy to be married to Namira?

"You sure you don't want to come down?" Sexyola poked her two spoiled hands behind my neck, she invited me to dance, but I refused and drank. I nodded in response.

"Uffhh,,, well, just sit like a rock and I'll have fun" Namira pulled a man along easily and the man followed her straight away, who can resist the charm of sexy Sexyola women, other than myself.

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"Are you sure you'll hold back until you can touch Namira?" that was my chat with Sexyola the other night we were at the Club.

Sexyola invited me to love, but I refused her, not just her, I rejected all the women who had been my bedfellows, for some reason when they approached me, who had come to my head as Namira, and when they touched my juniors, instead of waking up, I felt uncomfortable and wanted to go home so I could see Namira soon.

Every night I go to the Club, my relationship with Namira is pretty cold, it makes me not stand if I have to stay home, and just come home late at night. Hoping that it would be effective enough to restore my old self, but I was wrong, I had lost my identity since hearing Namira's rejection of me. Namira refused to marry me.

Do you know how I feel when I get home? I always wanted to bang even break Namira's bedroom door, then tell her I miss her. I want to hug her, I want to sleep in her lap, I want Namira to caress my hair, play my nose and my eyes closed in her lap. I wanted it, but I realized I couldn't get it.

Just our wedding photos I put on the nightstand as a lonely friend medicine. And the sexy photos of Namira that I took from her Ig page as material while I was playing solo, well, I'm the grown man the former cassanova needs to satisfy, he said, and this is the only way I can do it, playing solo every night with a photo of Namira that I keep in the cell phone gallery in my hand as my de.sahan task material. Ah,,, let's say I'm crazy. I accept.

Every morning the commotion between me and Namira is inevitable, especially if not for the tissues of the former naf.su enthusiasts that Namira refers to as the result of my work, my future children who are wasted, wasted, they could be presidents, ministers, doctors, soldiers, police, or sultans. Hearing Namira chattering like that made me ticklish, but it was so much fun.

Why should I be angry? I did it when I wanted to, and I fell asleep just like that after being satisfied, it's normal for all men, how could I ever clean those damn wipes? After all, Namira was the one to blame for this, she was the one who tormented me in suffering. If only he would allow me to fix things. So that we can get close again like before, but my sentence that humbled him at that time Namira keep it in memory. It's very difficult for me to break through the defenses Namira has created.

"Be nice to her, maybe one day Namira's heart will open, and she will love you back" suggested Sexyola after I complained. And of course I'm following his proposal.

The first thing I did after almost a month we didn't talk to each other very well was, I went into her room, I saw Namira enjoying a drink on the balcony of the room, I think Namira often did this, enjoying the night view of Paris makes beer.

"What else now?" ask Namira ketus.

"Nothing, I just want to come,"

"Drink? I'm the deal." I continued later, hoping Namira accepted my offer and we could have a better relationship.

"No, thanks. I want to go to bed fast because tomorrow I start work, so please get out of my room and let me rest in peace."

"Work?"

Well, he ignored me and even kicked me out of his room.

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One night, I found Namira in my room, she was looking for me to borrow a cell phone, she said, and I just gave it to her. But it was stupid Namira who couldn't open my phone because she didn't know the password, but it was our wedding date. Ah, I was too confident hoping Namira thought that our wedding day was a special day.

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I was going to Singapore on business, Sexyola was with me, I wanted to say good-bye to Namira, but the woman seemed indifferent and ignored me, he even just hung around from his room when I called him from outside the door asking him to have dinner, and said that Laurent would keep him company for as long as I left until I came home, quiet, silent, Namira ignored me and gave no response. He doesn't care if I leave.

I flew with a hollow heart, for two days in Singapore, only Namira filled my head, I was completely out of work, fortunately Sexyola helped me. Handles everything.

After all the work was over, I decided to take the flight first, while Sexyola still wanted to shop and have fun, I was already impatient to go home and meet Namira, I was determined, I was determined, I will express my feelings for her later on arrival at home, I can't stand it, I miss Namira and I love her. I want to fight it. You know how that feels? Loving someone in silence, longing for him in sorrow, ah,,, unfortunately my fate.

The plan was to stay the plan, even this plane seemed to want to prevent me from getting home safely, the flight had an accident due to technical constraints of the plane, fortunately we could land well, despite some injuries, he said, we are sorry for the three victims who were pronounced dead due to a severe impact on their heads.

We were all taken to City Hospital. And this is where my heart was broken to the brink, when all the patients came to their families, loved ones, I was alone, lonely friends, nobody, nobody, even Namira who I really expected her presence did not show her nose at all.

Is it wrong to be disappointed? I have just come into contact with death, and no one welcomes your salvation. Doesn't that matter what you Namira is to me? Even if I die?

"Emil?" Stevia, one of my former doctors, asked us to marry, and of course the plan was not done because I could not stop adventuring.

But when we met again after a long time, Stevia put aside her heartache, she said she missed, and kissed my lips just like that, I was shocked to let it go before I realized it was wrong, I just wanted Namira, and I wanted to change. I don't want to cheat on Namira's back, even if our marriage is a sham.

"Stevia, don't do this, I don't want you to misunderstand me, I'm married" I said, pushing Stevia's shoulder to stop kissing me.

"Married?"

I'm nodding.

"Well," Stevia backed off, she grabbed some medical supplies to treat my wounds, and went back to talking about my previous words saying I was married.

"You love your wife?"

"Yes, I love him."

"Lantas, where is he? Why didn't he come to see you here? You're the victim of a flight accident, isn't she worried about her husband?"

"I say if I love him, but not with him, he doesn't love me, even,, he hates me."

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Please position yourself as one of the characters, who does not know the feelings of other characters, if we position ourselves as a reader is very good, just say if love, just say love, because we know they are both in love. But what about when our position as one of the characters who really does not know the feelings of others towards us. We will think a thousand times to express love. Moreover, those of us who have been hurt and disappointed, willing to take it for granted must also hesitate. 🥺🥺🙏🙏

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