100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Opportunity for Ardhan

"Open the door, motherfucker!" shouted the woman who opened the iron fence earlier.

Ardhan is awakened from his own daydream which keeps staring at Namira intensely. He opened the door and got out of the car and closed the door again.

"What's wrong? At this hour wake up people sleep tot tat tot tat tot tat tot tet, shame on the neighbors." cried the woman who can be heard Namira.

"I need your help" Emil began to speak. The woman yawned without intending to cover her wide-open mouth, and scratched her actual hair not itchy. It was obvious that he was still very sleepy.

"What?" he was lazy, now his hands moved to scratch his thigh, then to the nape of the arm.

"There's a friend of mine who needs a ride for a while, I'll take her with you, tomorrow when there's time, I'll take her away."

The woman looked up narrowed her eyes trying to look into Ardhan's car to see the figure of a woman sitting in the seat next to the steering wheel.

"Who? Your boyfriend?"

"Have it, don't ask too many questions, it's been too late. You have to get up early tomorrow to work, and my friend needs a break too, oh yeah, don't bother him, don't ask a lot, don't even have to ask anything. If he doesn't want to talk, don't talk to him." Ardhan recalled to the woman for being very understanding of her character.

'Cloth!'

Ardhan opens the car door, Namira has stopped crying, maybe he has tried to restrain himself when he realizes there is someone else now.

"Come, come down." Ardhan reached out and Namira received Ardhan's hand, and he got out of the car in silence.

Ardhan pulled out the suitcase, dragging it towards the woman of the house owner.

"Namira, this is Sintia, my assistant,"

"When in the office," Sintia quickly err.

"What part of the trouble is knowing, this is my friend, pretentious so the boss knows people to be assistants." grumbled Sintia did not accept.

Ardhan is actually less calm if he leaves Namira to stay with Sintia, but he has no other choice, at least there is someone who watches over Namira when it is fragile like this, he said, instead of bringing Namira to stay at the hotel alone, the chatty Sintia became a better choice.

"Hi," Sintia reached out, expanding her smile, Namira welcomed Sintia's helping hand.

"Namira," said Namira sounding raucous.

Sintia must be thinking about what is going on with this woman who brought her boss to her house late at night like this, a beautiful woman whose face is as swollen as crying, crying, but he refrained from asking because Ardhan had warned him, at least until Ardhan left and Sintia could raise the full question to Namira later. Kang kepo's.

***

The Emil apartment.

Emil sat on the floor leaning against the wall, his right leg bent and his left brother let him slide forward.

He did not sleep overnight, only crying silently at the thought of all the chaos that happened so quickly, to see Namira who was taken away Ardhan.

'Breng.sek.'

Laurent who came to clean the house after Sexyola contacted him just kept quiet doing his job without daring to ask, if this was Namira, Laurent would have been able to behave like a normal human being, because Namira treated him like a friend.

While Sexyola, who is now in Emil's apartment, treats him like a housekeeper.

'Oh my God, what happened last night? This apartment is like an earthquake. Did Lady Namira come home and find Mr Emil with the bad woman? Hah,, pity Madam namira.'

Laurent kept picking up the glass shards scattered on the floor, he took a few photos of Emil and Namira who looked friendly hugging each other to be separated with broken glass and he would keep it well.

"Why did you put that trash on the couch, Laurent? Throw it away with the rest of the trash." snapped Sexyola as Laurent placed the photo sheets on the sofa.

Laurent looked at Emil who was just silent with tears, then looked back at Sexyola who had been looking at him sharply like he wanted to devour himself raw.

Laurent also had no choice, hesitatingly he began to take the photos for him to put in a container containing broken glass.

"Keep it in my room, Laurent." Emil's voice gave the order.

Laurent stopped, not to put the photos into a container containing broken glass.

Sexyola wanted to protest but she knew if it wasn't good, so she could only snort in annoyance.

Emil stood up, asking for the photos from Laurent's hands.

My God,,, even his injured hand is still untreated, Sexyola who tried to treat it last night was rejected by Emil, he did not want if Sexyola touched it again, because he now realizes that Namira really hates it, and it's too late now.

"Sir, let me call the doctor to treat your hand" said Laurent, who received no response from Emil.

Emil stepped foot into the room carrying his photo sheets with Namira.

"Go back Sexyola, you know you're no longer welcome here." throw Emil out in a soft voice but full of emphasis.

Hearing that Laurent felt very happy, almost he laughed, regardless of the look of Sexyola who clearly looks dislike of him, Laurent instead played a mobile phone, no matter what, sitting on the couch called a Doctor to come.

Sexyola picked up her bag from inside Namira's room, as she was about to step outside, her steps came to a halt as Laurent spoke.

"Excuse me, have you brought all your trash? I just don't want Mrs Namira to come back she could be contaminated with the bacteria you left behind." Laurent said.

"So your mouth, maid!" snapped Sexyola.

"I'm sorry, do I need to call Mr. Emil to tell him that you haven't left this place yet?"

Laurent is brave enough for an assistive measure, but he will behave in accordance with the person treating him.

"Awas you. I'll make sure you don't have a job when I'm Emil's wife."

"At least dream that while sleeping, Madam. Because if you dream in this waking state, it's called halu, and it's not so good."

Sexyola growled, but there was no point if she continued to serve Laurent, she went out of Emil's apartment.

***

Namira had not put anything in his mouth since last night, two sandwiches that Sintia served on a plate that was brought to his room he left it alone, untouched, untouched, he does not feel hungry or lusting after food.

Namira just kept quiet all day, the heartbreak he felt today many times more severe, and Namira to not know the limits where the pain was so deep, until the afternoon Ardhan came to see him with a box of pizzas, and two king-size burgers.

"I'm going back to Indonesia" said Namira as Ardhan opened the package of food he was carrying. They sat face to face on the bed.

Ardhan is silent, thinking that if Namira returns to his homeland, he will have no chance to approach her again, while he works in Paris, and a great opportunity for him to re-try to enter Namira's heart, because his relationship with Emil is currently not okay.

"What about your parents? Are you ready to see the sadness on their faces? If you see you coming home in this state." said Ardhan trying to shake Namira's heart.

Right what Ardhan said, what about his mother if he knew he and Emil were fighting, even intending to be separated?

"Hold in a moment, I will help you heal your wounds, at least, if you want to go home, your mood has changed and you can make peace with the situation," Emil spoke again, not the response Namira gave, the woman just lowered her head to let her tears glow. Emil moved quickly, clutching Namira's body into his arms.

"Give me time and opportunity. I still love you so much and expect you, Namira. I want us to be back together."

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