100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

POV Emil '2'

Sexyola was the one who came to pick me up at the Hospital, I could have just gone straight home after it was declared okay, but somehow my footsteps were heavy to go home to the apartment, I felt useless and unexpected by Namira, why would I go back there? If Sexyola hadn't persuaded me to fight for my love.

"I'm proud to see you now, you look more like,, man, with love, Emil. No longer a naf.su predator. I envy you, hoping that someday I too will meet my true love." said Sexyola as we were on our way home from the Hospital that morning.

"Originally not just Patricia," I said that made Sexyola broke.

"I don't know, maybe Patricia's kind of not a problem either, but not a sick one like her, ah, I remember, she almost killed me that night if I didn't beat her, Ptricia's really crazy,"

I smiled, recalling the story of Sexyola who almost shot Patricia for ending their relationship, Sexyola even blatantly if playing with a man was more fun, and she even asked Patricia to give it a try, she said, until Patricia got angry and pulled a gun on her, it was incredible.

***

When I got home, Sexyola took me straight to the kitchen, she cooked with the rest of the ingredients I had bought when I was cooking for Namira, and I still remember how Namira ignored my cooking at that time. The pain is still felt.

As usual, the sleeping princess woke up almost noon, when Sexyola's cooking was ripe, you know how she behaved? It was as if everything was fine and really did not care about me who had just returned home surviving an accident. Without Namira knowing I was like a madman who kept thinking about it while in Singapore, ran fast to the airport and wanted to fly home soon, then expressed my feelings to her, she said, but he doesn't care, even if I die.

Namira got into the kitchen a little awkward, I know it heard from the way she talked to Sexyola, I wanted to explode, I know, looking at him who was indifferent to me was clearly even a bandage around my head wrapped in the wound from the accident, yet he was still silent as if I was not in front of him. Believe me, being ignored is an amazingly painful taste.

"You didn't even ask me, Nami, I just had an accident." I couldn't stand to keep quiet, and chose to open my voice, calling out my obstructed heart. Why didn't Namira come to the Hospital? Even just asking me how I am not.

"You,,, look fine. Are you hurt bad?" hear the answer Namira said? That sounds like,,, disparaging. I don't know, I was angry to hear Namira's answer and without being able to control myself with full emotion I wiped the food on the table until it all fell scattered on the floor.

"Prank,,,,!"

"We're going, Sexy."

***

I decided to stay with Sexyola to calm my heart and mind, even though my heart wanted to meet Namira out of longing, but the disappointment of her indifference and indifference still left her with tremendous pain, and I chose to avoid meeting Namira until I felt better.

Besides, I foolishly hoped Namira would come looking for me if I didn't come home, or just call Sexyola to ask me about my situation, but I realized she already hated me and I didn't have a chance.

Alright, Namira has already wiped myself out of her heart, there is no place for me anymore, I sighed rudely realizing my stupidity all along.

"Let's run this stupid deal through to the end, and then end it all." I swear to God, I'm suffering a lot.

After a week of living with Sexyola and I felt useless because Namira was not looking for me, I decided to go home later after work, back to living the day in silence and cold in the apartment that became the place where we both lived. The remaining 100-day marriage contract is less than two months away.

But what did I see this afternoon? Namira is with a man at the cafe, and the man kisses his hand, Namira smiles sweetly at the man. A smile she never showed me.

Don't ask me how my heart is, because I don't know how to experience it, whether it's just calling for my heartache or jealousy. I was too fooled by the trick Namira was playing.

Of course he doesn't care about me even though I'm dead, because he has another man out there, a man who can touch his body, kiss his hands in a public place, and I was so upset to imagine Namira mende.sah under the insistence of the Indonesian man.

***

I went into the apartment after I had been silent for a long time at the door, was I really able to meet Namira? I was in a state of destruction, neglected, ignored, unwanted, and in the midst of. I lost all my pride as Emil O'clan the Casanova. There was only Emil who was empty-hearted.

The main door was opened suddenly by Laurent when I did not ring the bell, it turns out Laurent intends to go home. And I went in after Laurent left, found Namira who seemed happy without caring about me who had even found herself with other men out there.

^^^"K-ka you, you're home!"^^^

"Yes, aren't you happy?"

"I went home to see the atmosphere,"

"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?"

"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?"

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

^^^"Silence, Emil!"^^^

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

"Well, what kind of woman do you think you are?

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

"PLAQUE!"

A slap, I smiled wryly enjoying my sad heart.

"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."

I know I'm outrageous for saying such lowly things that must hurt Namira's self-esteem, but I can't help my anger and the heartache she's creating, I have not yet lost my heart about Namira ignoring the plane crash that hit me, I have to be hit by jealousy, I have to be hit, seeing her with another guy out there when I accidentally didn't come home for a week hoping she'd come looking for me, do you know how it hurts? Trust me, you won't be able to.

***

We all went to the Main House, a large house belonging to the O'clan family built since the time of great-grandfather. The big house is gold and ivory white, where Zio and I grew up.

And because we're going to meet a big family, so, we're going to have to play a show.

I held Namira's friendly hand as I entered the house, until we entered my old room.

I know, Namira was fascinated when she arrived, she seemed to like this room, if she loved me and our relationship was like a married couple, I'm going to ask her to stay in this house and treat her like a royal queen, make Namira whole and loving, somehow thinking that my heart warms up, the shackling pain and jealousy began to erode seeing Namira liking everything in my room, hoping that she would also like the owner. Namely myself. If only.

We had lunch together on the balcony of the room which presents a magnificent view of Paris. In the middle of our lunch, Namira opened her voice, about the man she was with that afternoon, which triggered our second great quarrel, which left me all night without sleep and without eating. And I think it's the same with Namira. Or I don't know, he looked so fucked up this morning.

"There's something I want to say," I just kept quiet to repay his indifference to me by being indifferent.

"His name is Ardhan" Namira continued.

"She's my ex-boyfriend, we were almost married, but she left me for a reason" I started to hate hearing her story.

"We met by accident a few days ago, she,,, lived next door to our apartment" Okay, well, it turns out that there's been someone who's been with her, and even very close, it's only fitting that Namira doesn't care about me and prefers to enjoy time alone.

"He's the first and only man to touch my body, before you," I couldn't stand it anymore, I felt so upset, I just looked away not wanting to provoke a commotion, we are in a big house and there is a big family with us. I let out a rough sigh to reduce the tightness in the chest.

"I'm telling you the truth if I sleep with him, but it was before I met you, whatever if you want to believe it, or not, I'm telling you the truth." does that mean Namira wants to say that she didn't sleep with that breng.sek guy after marrying me? Then why did he let the breng.sek kiss his hand? I can still remember it clearly.

"Why didn't you meet me at the hospital? Don't you care about me even if the news of my death is what you got?" I asked him again, hoping that the reason Namira gave me could heal a little bit of my heart wound.

"I'm coming, even I've been standing in front of the door of your ward, 307. And seeing that you're okay, getting the best care from that hot Doctor, and I know, you don't need my presence, because that doctor has served you better than you need." Damn, you know, it's not just my heart's healing medicine that hurts me, it's like a Boomerang bomb that strikes me back, doesn't that mean Namira saw when Stevia kissed me? That mean? Got the best treatment from that sexy Doctor.

Namira quickly went into the room, leaving me who was still digesting all her words. Hey, moron. Why am I feeling happy? Is Namira jealous? Namira is jealous of me? Without realizing a smile on my lips.

Shit, I think I love her more.

***

Don't be mad at ye lu, Emil, Namira just kissed Ama Ardhan's hand, how are you? Diem bae enjoying Stevia's kiss. Anjg lu's. 😌

Continue tomorrow..... 😁🙏