BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO
77. Mentari Blanketed Cloudy
At first Bimasena was still calm when she found out Nadia was leaving the apartment. Likewise when he found out Nadia returned to Bang Herial's house.
But when he heard reports that Nadia was back at Tristan's house, he could not calm down anymore.
Want to be angry, but to whom? Nadia's? His mother is clearly impossible.
Finally he called someone's number and expressed his frustration.
Bimasena: Are you my secretary or my mother's secretary? What is your intention of leaking my personal matter to my mother without my knowledge? Taking my mother to see Nadia secretly? What do you want Aurel?
A superior angry at the subordinate was already commonplace. But never before had he snapped at Aurel like this.
Aurel: Ma sorry Sir. I don't mean anything sir. But Imelda's mother called me, asking about Nadia's mother. I dare not lie, sir. So I say what it is.
Aurel: It turns out that when Pak Bima left for Dubai, Imelda's mother came from America. He asked to meet Brother Nadia, in-laws Mbak Nadia and also the husband of Mbak Nadia.
Nadia's Mother's Husband? The words that make her ears heat up. Aurel seemed to affirm Nadia's marital status to him.
But the new information she knows is that her mother met Bang Herial, Tristan's parents, as well as Tristan himself.
For her, her mother was no problem. With certain communication techniques, he was able to convince his mother. But the problem now is, since Nadia had already left him, back at Tristan.
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The golden light of the morning sun infiltrated through the window curtain. Forcing Nadia to open her eyes that still want to be closed. He did not want to meet the world. He still wants to sleep and to be alone to heal the wound sheet in the heart.
After sending a farewell message to the star, he is now back at Tristan's house. Although he still refuses to room with Tristan.
"Give me some time to get back to what it used to be" he asked Tristan last night as soon as they got to the house.
"There is no problem Nadia, do not make this a burden" Tristan replied very wisely.
Tristan also offered her a master room, but she chose to sleep in a small front room.
Has Tristan's attitude changed?
He was still lying on the bed, turning his face towards the window. Where something he put there.
Baby breath flowers.
What the hell is he doing?
No, he can't remember that guy anymore. He must forget the man who once came to give coolness in the midst of arid heart.
But how many tens of years would it take to forget Bimasena, if in every blink of the eye were only the smile of the man? Making every breath feel heavy and heavy.
The room door that suddenly opened blew away his daydream. On the doorstep stood her husband, Tristan dressed in batik clothes. Ready for the office.
"I want to go to the office" said Tristan with a stiff face.
He nodded weakly at Tristan. The rigid Tristan is unlikely to turn romantic. He can understand that. At least Tristan did not hurt her heart with words as sharp as sembilu.
Tristan closed the door to his room. Moments later he heard the roar of the engine of Tristan's vehicle leaving the house.
He should have gotten up early to prepare breakfast for Tristan, as was his previous habit. But right now his body is lifeless. His body has no energy to move.
But driven by a desire to urinate, he finally woke up. Get out of the room and step into the bathroom.
But as soon as he passed the dining room, he saw something on the dining table. He approached to see what was on the plate.
Fried rice and beef eye eggs.
Did Tristan make breakfast for her? Tristan cooks it himself?
Perhaps as long as he left Tristan, Tristan was used to cooking by himself. Guilt against Tristan.
Something made him even more curious. A piece of paper near the fried rice plate. He grabbed the paper and read the writing on the paper.
Tristan's handwriting.
This is all I can provide for you.
I'm sorry I couldn't give you the luxury you get from it.
About what my mouth says that always hurts your heart, from now on I'll just talk about it. Because I no longer want your tears to drip because of my words.
Thank you for being ready to come back to this house.
The guilt increasingly covered his heart. No tears to melt for Tristan.
He has no appetite, but tries to finish the fried rice along with the beef eggs Tristan made for him.
He should appreciate Tristan's efforts. They try to repair their relationship both. Hope their relationship gets better in the future.
What about Bimasena?
He had to stop thinking about the man.
After the shower, he returned to the front room. Open the curtains and open the windows wide. To enter the air and sunlight as much as possible.
Water the baby breath flowers with water, then smell the flowers and inhale the fragrance deeply. Just sharing a longing with that flower. This longing is hard to bear.
He put the flowers on the bed. Then lay facing the wall, staring at the baby breath flowers.
I often travel out of town and out of the country. You do not need to be lonely because there is a flower that accompanies.
Even the roar of the Audi R8 car engine he can not forget. Keep buzzing in his ears.
He could not forget how the man called his name.
"He's dead!"
Maybe he's almost crazy. Because the shadow of Bimasena calling his name sounds real.
"He's dead!"
But ... This sounds real. Not like a fantasy.
He immediately turned his face towards the window.
How shocked, seeing who was standing outside the window of the room, looking inside and calling his name.
Bimasene.
Unknowingly he got out of bed. Get out of bed and start rushing towards the man. Brought about by longing that is not enough to be expressed in words. Movement beyond his brain control.
"Biiiim," he exclaimed.
But he's stuck in a window safety iron trellis. Then he realized that he could no longer. He took one step back from the window. So that they stand facing bounded by the iron trellis of the window guard.
"Bim, why did you come here?" sergeant.
"I have to ask Nadia why you're here. Isn't living in an apartment waiting for me to come home?" answer Bimasena.
He tried to give understanding to Bimasena. "Bim, I beg you. Stop seeing me. Give me a chance to mend my relationship with Tristan. Tristan and I have to save our marriage. Ii'm sorry. You have to marry the best woman. Not a woman like me."
"My mom says that? What if you were the best woman?"
He was silent for a moment to think about the answer to the man's question.
"Bim, how can I be the best woman? While you know for yourself I just graduated High School. I'm not smart. And worst of all, I'm somebody's wife."
Bimasena quickly interrupted, "Nadia, haven't we discussed all that? Including your status, there is a solution. You filed for divorce. About my mother, that's my business. I've said many times, no one will support our relationship."
"If you love me, don't let me fight Nadia. Help me. For whatever power I exert will have no meaning if there is no support from you" Bimasena said.
He could hear the man's breath.
"I've contacted Mr. Novrianto to cancel the divorce filing, Bim" he explained. "I still love Tristan. We agreed to fix our relationship. Please, get out of my life, Bim." His voice began to hoarse accompanied by tears flowing down his cheeks.
Bimasena snorted with a face full of disappointment. The man then looked to the side for a moment, then spoke softly, saying,
"Nadia, we've come a long way together. Why did you break my steps? Or are you a woman who doesn't deserve to be trusted?" Bimasena's voice began to weaken.
"If you don't care about me, at least care about the child you bear. You want to separate him from his father?" bimasena.
He hastily rejected Bimasena's words.
"Bim, when we did that night, I was still rooming and bedding with Tristan. So the kid I'm holding isn't necessarily your son."
Bimasena smiled blandly. For the first time he saw the cheeky face of the bad guy. Making her tears more intense because it has hurt the heart of the man she loves so much. The man who had given him an abundance of happiness even if only for a moment.
"Nadia, there's no need to do a DNA test to prove who the father of the child you bear. If you doubt who his father is, ask your heart. Because your heart won't lie to you. Even you know, when, where and with whom, so you get pregnant. Even the date, month and year you remember. Don't deny yourself" said Bimasena. The man's voice was tinged with sadness and anger.
His soul withered in the challenge of Bimasena's eyes.
"But if you've been thinking of me as just a bully of your household, fine, I'll stop seeing you. But I'll give you two weeks to think. Every night, for those two weeks I waited for you in my apartment. If you hadn't come in those two weeks, I'd have understood what I had to do" Bimasena added. The charming face turned cold.
"Excuse me." After saying the word farewell, Bimasena stared intently at him. Then turn around leaving him.
His heart shattered staring Bimasena away. Standing glued behind the window, looking longed at the man, until it passed with an Audi R8 grey car.
He wept lamenting the departure of Bimasena. An unstoppable pain riddled his heart, bleeding.
Want to run, stop the man's steps to say I love you. But the shadow of Aunt Imelda's face, intercepted her leg. So he gave up on the shadow of the mother's face.
Farewell is painful. Now he has to take off and lose the most valuable person in his life.
After going through the abyss of struggle with Bimasena, he let the man go and he returned to where he had come from.
He once opened the door of the heart to the man, now he must close it.
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