BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO
78. Forgive me, I Love Your Wife
The ashes and cigarette butts filled the ashtrays. Cigarette smoke billows in the middle room of the apartment.
Bimasena tried to stay focused on his work inside the laptop on his lap, while occasionally smoking cigarettes. No matter the nicotine content is not good for the body. Because what he needs is a relaxing effect of the content of the compound. No Nadia ever banned him from smoking.
But he failed to focus.
He cursed himself and was ashamed of his own stupidity. Why can a woman make him upset?
Breng.
This time, her relationship was not broken with a woman. Several times he broke up in love. But in his memory, he was never everything and sealisah at this time.
He waited two weeks for Nadia. I hope Nadia changes and comes back to see him. But the night he waited, Nadia did not come.
Tonight is the last night of the two weeks of opportunity given to Nadia. Until two long and short hour hands straight up, the long-awaited woman was not seen in her apartment.
Nadia can't come anymore.
Disappointed, he closed the laptop without turning it off. Keep it on the table and then step into the room.
Inside the room he stood glued to Nadia's painting.
Indeed, he was disappointed with Nadia who did not hold a commitment. But he could understand the steps Nadia took.
Nadia does not want to ruin the happiness of her family because her mother can not accept the status of Nadia and also Nadia provides an opportunity for her to get the best woman.
Best female?
He could only shake his head. Because who he chose with him at that time, that was the best woman. Why would he bother chasing Nadia if he does not consider Nadia the best woman for his life.
Bimasena then took down Nadia's painting, took it out of the frame and then took out the scissors and cut the painting into small pieces.
He cut the painting like he was cutting his own heart. The feeling of pain infects the heart every two blades of scissors meet and cut the canvas.
The painting's cut ends up in the trash can marking the end of his relationship with Nadia.
He had to dismember the painting, to ensure that no eye could see the half-naked woman.
One more thing that came into the trash. Grey knitting blanket. Because he had to kill all his memories with the quilt knitter.
He laughed, laughing at himself.
So this is what it's like to have a broken heart?
Breng. He returned to cursing.
Perhaps the move taken by Nadia was a wise move, although it was very disappointing for her. But is Nadia happy to be back with Tristan?
Why should he care about whether or not she is happy again?
Why she fell in love with Nadia. Love grows uncontrollably from the seeds of flavor that were left when it was still High School. Makes him capable of doing things beyond the limits of reason.
From now on, he has to change direction. Eliminate Nadia from the boundaries and goals of her life. Away from the shadow of Nadia and all the madness she did to Nadia. Maybe tonight he'll sleep with a gray symphony. But tomorrow, the sun will shine again.
The next day, it was not the bright shining sun he saw. But it was Tristan who came to see him at the office. He saw the man on a CCTV monitor, in the waiting room with other guests who were going to see him.
In that office, he could have turned down a guest who wanted to see him. But against Tristan, he gave priority.
"For a long time no see, how are you?" He accepts Tristan on the guest sofa, not at the desk, to remove the formal impression. Although the choice of place did not bring a relaxed atmosphere.
Two men meet because of one woman.
"Well," Tristan replied flatly, without a smile. The atmosphere was very cold and stiff.
"How's Nadia doing?" His heart trembled when he mentioned the name of the woman.
"Well," said Tristan rigidly. "Bima, I'll just go straight. Please, stop disturbing our household. Stop coming to meet and seduce Nadia or ask Nadia to come to your apartment."
"Please appreciate me. Appreciate our friendship. What if you were me? Do you want your wife to be seduced and taken away by another man? Please stop trying to separate us" Tristan continued.
"You didn't just barely ruin my household. But it has also put shame on my face. Until now I was even embarrassed to meet people because of you. What's more, our high school friends."
"Splitting a married couple apart and ruining their household is just the devil's deed, Bima," Tristan said emotionally.
While he was just silent giving Tristan a chance to vent his emotions. Resist the urge to argue and defend themselves. Until he finally had a chance to talk.
"I'm sorry, friend, I loved your wife. I never had any intention of ruining someone else's household let alone yours. But it turns out I failed to stem the feeling of wanting to have your wife."
"Now that Nadia has chosen to come back to you, I promise, I will not disturb your household anymore." He puts emphasis on the last sentence.
"You don't have to worry about Tristan, I'm going back to America soon. So that I don't shadow your household anymore" he continued. "Life with Nadia."
"But there's one thing I'm asking of you. About the child conceived by Nadia" he added.
"Bimasena, you must not claim Nadia's child as your child. At that time you did remove my wife's thorn, but all you need to know is that we sleep together every night" Tristan said with a flash of anger in his eyes.
"Excuse me." Tristan stood up from his seat and left without waiting for an answer from him.
Alluding to the problem of children conceived by Nadia, it turns out to be a sensitive thing for Tristan.
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It turns out that life still gives Nadia a second chance to continue her relationship with Tristan. Of course, the first chance to be a student is valuable and there should be no third chance. They can no longer afford to waste a second chance.
They are like newlyweds, married for arranged marriages. Stiff and very awkward with each other.
But this condition is still better than before. Where he often gets a clash from Tristan.
For a month he was back with Tristan. His activities have changed from before. He no longer goes to the salon. The house where she opened the salon has been sold by Tristan. His car had been pulled by a debt collector and his parents' house which he had fallen in and maintained was eventually confiscated by the bank.
Now every day all he does is clean the house, take care of the garden and cook for Tristan.
The important thing that it does every day is, keep the baby breath flowers from wilting and staying alive.
Him, how are you?
The man who always appears in his prayer, in order to be immediately given the best mate.
They are two hearts that love each other, but cannot have each other.
Ever felt how to have it, was one of the most beautiful gifts he ever had. But feeling how lost he was, was the grievous wound that had once scratched his heart.
"Aren't you tired of Nad, living in a mulu house?" Lily threw her daydream at someone. Lily's neighbor has been sharing her friends lately.
"Well what else Ly, want to work do not know what work?" sahut while pruning Adenium flower branches in his garden. Its Adenium flower branches have been protruding and are disproportionate to the overall size of the plant, because they are long untreated.
"You do business there is no capital. There is no capital to know what business. I just know I'm a salon. Find work in this stomach condition as well, who will accept it" he lamented in a slightly frustrated tone.
"I have a good relationship with my boss at work. If you're interested, I can persuade my boss to accept you," Lily bargained that made her eyes glare.
"Ly, where there is a high school graduation work at the Law Firm. There the Law School is all like you, not like me" he shook his hands in the air.
"My Law Firm now needs administrative and archivist personnel. The job is not very difficult" added Lily.
But he's not interested at all. Not because I underestimated the job. Because he realized his own ability. Working at a law firm without a proper education, is not like a city person getting lost in the wilderness.
He has to end his chat with Lily, as Tristan has returned home from cycling with his club members. The sport that Tristan sometimes does with some of his office friends every Saturday.
He immediately went into the house to prepare breakfast for Tristan.
"How many kilometers?" ask Tristan at breakfast together to warm the atmosphere.
"Thirty," as usual, Tristan was very talkative. But he understood, because Tristan did not want to hurt him again with his tongue.
"Shorter than last week?" He offered a glass of milk following the chicken noodles he had cooked before.
"What's important is that his cardiony sports can be." Tristan grabbed a glass filled with milk, then drank it, separating half the contents.
Just now Nadia was about to enjoy chicken noodles, the doorbell rang, so had to stand up step into the living room and open the door.
To his surprise, he saw who was standing before him as soon as he opened the door.
His legs and joints suddenly limp. His heart pumped blood faster, but no blood flow reached his face that turned pale like a moon of bad luck.
His breath was stopped by the stabbing of those firm brown eyes.
What's gonna happen again?
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