100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Step out

Footsteps level wearing black heels 7 cm running up the hallway Apartment while dragging navy suitcase containing luggage. In addition to the high heels that he wore, a sponge skirt above the dusty-colored knees was also one of the causes of the woman's steps could not move quickly.

But even so, a sweet smile continues to bloom adorning his sweet face, because he will soon meet his man, the husband he loves so much.

Namira's breath gasped when she was at the door of the apartment, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before she was about to open the door.

"Assalaamualaikum, my house," he whispered softly as he opened the door, as he did not want to make a noise that could have derailed his plan to surprise Emil.

The door opens, the living room lights are on, which means Emil is home.

Namira closed the main door slowly, letting her suitcase lie down and stepping straight into the room.

Wait, Namira was confused, the two adjacent rooms were both closed doors, he had to go into which room? Is Emil in his own room? Or the room that used to be in his place?

'Surely she's in her own room.'

Namira chooses to open the door of Emil's room, the room lights are also on, but the bed and sofa is empty, Namira steps in, checking the bathroom is also empty.

'Did Emil sleep in my room, huh?'

Namira came back out, but his steps stopped when he passed Emil who had just come from the kitchen and was about to enter the room.

"Aaaah,,,,"

"Well,,,,,"

Both of them scream in shock.

"Honey,," shouted Namira immediately rushed to embrace Emil who looked tense.

"Namira," said Emil with a trembling voice.

"I miss you so much, I miss you, miss you, miss you, until I want to die like,,," Namira hugged Emil so tightly, Emil's body swayed in rhythm with Namira's movements.

Emil has not returned Namira's embrace, other than in his hand there is a glass of water and the other hand holds a mobile phone. He also felt very surprised by Namira's sudden presence.

"Hey, stupid, why shut up? Give me a tight hug, you can crush my bones right now if you want," Namira said, tightening her arms even more, and Emil was still silent, tense.

"Namira,,," the voice of a woman who was unpretentious to the sound of the open door of the room.

Namira turned to look back and found Sexyola standing at the door of her room, wearing Namira's bathrobe, a white towel that covered her head, even the smell of soap and shampoo that hit the nose belonged to Namira. Sexyola just finished a shower.

"Sexyola?" namira's voice rang out, her body felt trembling, her heart ached and her eyes were hot, the tears were crammed without cue.

"What are you doing here? In myhouse? At midnight? Wearing my stuff? And in my room? What are you doing in my house with my husband, ja.lang?" namira shouted directly at Sexyola.

"Aaahh,,," Sexyola, unprepared for Namira's attack, slumped down and slammed her back against the door violently, producing a loud noise.

"BRAK."

"Namira,,," cried Emil who was very panicked. He carelessly put down his glass and cell phone, then hurriedly approached Namira.

"Eenngghh,,," Sexyola couldn't do anything about it, Namira still strangled her neck and grabbed her hair, the rolled-up towel coming off letting the straight blonde hair fall apart, even the bathrobe that Sexyola was wearing almost opened the front because the meronta Sexyola tried to escape from Namira's strangulation.

"Basic ja.lang! Plakk!" Namira rages while crying.

"Namira, let go, Namira, let go. You can kill him, Namira!" Emil managed to pull Namira away from Sexyola's body that had been resting on the floor while holding her sore neck, her tears filled with coughing due to difficulty breathing.

"Take me off!" Namira brushed off Emil's hand and pointed his index finger right in front of Emil's terrified eyes. Scared, because something bad is bound to happen.

"Never touch me with your filthy hands, Mr. Emil Cornelius O'clan, because I feel disgusted to get a touch from a breng.sek guy like you,"

"Namira, you misunderstood me, me,,,,"

"Shut up!" namira shouted tightly into his hands, Namira really wanted to punch Emil in the face, but she knew it would be a waste, his heart was already sick and it could not be avenged with just a slap.

"You're outrageous, Emil, once a bastard is a bastard, I miss you so much like a madman there, cry you out every night, think of you, pray for your good, but what are you doing? Is this your reply to me for my true love? Didn't you hurt me enough first? Until you hurt me again? Why are you so cruel, Mr. Emil O'clan's. Why are you so mean to me? What exactly was my fault with you until you did this?" Namira cried so much, really for whatever reason her heart was very sick, whatever the reason, she could not accept, there was a woman with her husband in one house in the middle of the night just alone, let alone that Sexyola, let alone that, the woman who always made Namira jealous all this time.

"Darling, let me explain, it's not what you think it is!" Emil himself was already crying, seeing Namira's tears and seeing her hurt made Emil unable to bear, let alone it was because of him.

He prepared Emil to crush his bones with a hug or love, but Emil broke his heart and trust so badly.

"Honey, me and Sexyola didn't do anything, she just,,,,"

"Just a little bit of play with you? Just a little stroking your manhood? Or just give you a kiss and satisfy you? Whahuh? What would two men and women do in one house if not love? Are you guys playing kids? Or play make a child? Oh, my God, I must be crazy."

"Darling!" Emil tried to grab Namira's hand.

"Take off me breng.sek. I told you I wouldn't touch you. I've told you before, if I can forgive any of your mistakes, but not treason." Namira let out a rough sigh, her chest completely tightened. As for Emil, he just kept quiet and lowered his head.

Namira's eyes look around, wanting to rampage Sexyola is also useless, Emil will help the rotten woman and make her heart hurt more, therefore Namira channeled emotions by damaging the goods there.

Slamming tivi, slamming photos of those who had decorated the walls beautifully, breaking glass, tables. And Emil just let it go, letting the crazed Namira evaporate his emotions. Until the woman was tired and stopped, sitting on the sofa crying.

'Mother,,, please Namira!' Namira covered his face with both hands, he sobbed, his heart was completely broken, Emil had hurt him so deeply, that Namira herself did not know to what extent the pain was.

"Darling," cried out to Emil, Emil sitting on the floor, in front of Namira who was so sick of seeing her husband's face.

"Trust me, baby, I'm not doing anything, I'm not betraying our love, I'm not touching Sexyola or any woman as you accuse me, I know I was wrong for bringing Sexyola into our house, but."

"We're separated,"

'DEGS.'

Emil stopped talking as Namira looked up at him deeply, a gaze full of hurt and sadness, it was like seeing our loved ones hurt because of us.

"No," Emil said with a trembling voice.

"Certify me. And you're free to do whatever you want,"

"Namira," Emil clasped Namira's hand tightly, though Namira tried to shake him off but Emil grasped her tighter.

"I will never divorce you, until whenever we will always be together, I love you, only you, please forgive me?" lirih Emil lowered his head, kissed Namira's hand, begging very, her cry was already unstoppable, Emil was very weak now.

"In fact, marrying you doesn't make you all mine," said Namira Pilu, the shadow of Emil playing with Sexyola swirled in her mind.

"You have killed my soul without scratching the wound on my body, Emil. You've killed me."

Emil was silent, he could no longer speak, hearing what Namira told him was like killing him.

"We met in court, Emil. I want us to split up."

"No dear, please don't do that, I don't want to part with you, I can't live without you, please, please....!" Emil kept pleading, he took off his grip on Namira's hand, and hugged his wife's body that was shaking with tears.

Sexyola just stood by the wall looking at the drama of two people who she was sure would soon be parting ways.

"Take me off, Emil. You're making me runaway,"

"No, I'll never let you go,"

"I said let go of me, you bastard." shouted Namira, pushing Emil's body violently to the back, and Namira immediately stood up.

Emil groaned, as his hands and back were exposed to scattered glass shards.

Namira knows Emil is hurt, but what can he do? She herself was hurt worse, so she simply looked away and stepped back when she saw the blood dripping from her husband's palm.

Namira walks over, grabs the suitcase and prepares to get out. But Emil swiftly blocked Namira's path, extending his bloody hand and saying.

"Hold my hand and trust me, stay with me forever, I love you so much and I won't be able to if we have to part." Emil stared bitterly at his hand that felt sore with drops of blood continuously dripping on the floor.

Namira sees him as sad, but he re-enforces his head, and walks to drag his suitcase out of Emil's apartment.

Silent....

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Note, Namira and Emil sentences that I wrote bold was in the description of the cover of the novel. So this story is already planned how the story goes. 🥺😭😭😭