CAUGHT CHEATING (I'M SORRY!)

Anger Maira

"L-yes, I'm sorry, May, I'm sorry!" my ul.

"Eh .. don't apologize, yes." Maira chuckled, a laugh that implied the magnitude of the gaping wound in her life and soul. I grieve to see it. My mistress?

"I ... also do not know what to do, like you aja deh," he continued while shaking hands, folding his legs up on the sofa.

"May .. whatever you want, I'll do it, whatever, May!" I pleaded, honestly I was so afraid of losing Maira. Mother looked at me and Maira alternated with pity.

"What do you want from me? Huh uh?" ask Maira.

"Who am I?"

"I don't know who I am either!" cebik Maira, again speaking with empty eyes, described each of his empty sentences, reflecting his lost heart, and increasingly revealing Maira who was far from normal, as she was, very far from the Maira I knew before.

I was unable to think clearly, seeing Maira's ambiguous attitude made my fear grow bigger and unresolved.

"Maira," I murmured regretfully.

I looked into my eyes, hoping for a direction or two from her, but she was silent, as confused as I was.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm dizzy to digress" Maira told my mother.

"May ...." Mom touches Maira's folded hands.

"You need help? You want a consultation with a marriage psychologist, May?" ask mom very slowly.

"What, Mom? Marriage psychologist?" reset Maira.

"I-iya, it's nothing, but I think you need help," she continued very carefully so Maira wouldn't get hurt again.

"Hem .. I think so, Mom. But ... What's it for?" maira said with the same bitter smile.

"There are children who need you, May" answered the mother.

Maira laughed, half-broken as if mother's answer was a very funny thing. Now I believe, the one who laughs like Maira is the one who gets hurt the most.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Yes, Mah, uh May. The kids need you" I said, actually I want to hug Maira, hoping she can cry and get angry at me.

"I have to be okay for the kids. I have to be strong for the kids. I have to hold on for the kids. And again I must forgive him also for the sake of the children."

She's she? Maira called me 'she' as if I wasn't in front of her eyes. It hurts so bad.

"Why should I? Are they just my kids?" maira continued to complain to me in a relaxed tone, very relaxed like there was no emotion in her.

"Is he the only one who can? Then I'm the one who has to desperately self-medicate and stay healed just for the sake of the kids?"

"They're his kids, too, right?" maira asked long, the sentence that stabbed me, breaking down all justifications of all my mistakes.

"He doesn't think kids should cheat? Why now is my mojokin the one who should think of them and apologize for the crime?" exclaiming Maira.

Crime said Maira? Hhc ... Maira stripped me all out, I can only look down like a stupid man. There was no more bravery I could be proud of, I felt so low.

"What a wonder, why is that unpleasant part of me all, while he is free sebrengs*k-br*njtnya out there."

A harsh sentence came out of Maira, for whatever sake Maira was never this harsh. What else in front of my mother.

"I'm the stupid May, I hurt you, I'm sorry, I promise this is the last time I hurt you" I said earnestly. My voice trembled with an outburst of emotion in my chest, I was angry with myself.

"How sure am I to be healed of your betrayals?" maira asked again to tear down high expectations, at least Maira called me 'you', good enough for me.

"I am a fool" said Maira.

"From everything that happened. Our marriage, the career I've left behind, the busyness of being a mother, the wise ass defending your rich villain, it's all my fault ..my fault for being stupid!" maira's words made my heart bleed.

I don't like this kind of shitty feeling. How do I get things back to how they were? Didn't I realize? Are we not happy because of Thunder? Why is it that when I want to change for the better things get messed up?

I slapped both of my cheeks, hard, but it was a relief that the pain in my chest started to move to my cheek. I slapped him until Mom stopped me.

"Udah .. already, Wa, enough ... don't get rich that way!" said mother holding both my hands.

"Let Maira excuse me, Mom!" reject me, while continuing to try to slap my cheek again, I was addicted because it turned out that heartache was very unpleasant, it was better to have pain in the cheek.

"Maira won't forgive you in this way" whispered the mother. It's true, but my tightness is reduced.

I got closer to Maira's feet. I wept. Not very gallant it feels. But I don't care. I grabbed Maira's leg and squashed there. The angel I should have been guarding I hurt cruelly.

Maira tried to take my hand off her feet, as if she was not willing when I touched her body a little. His eyes reflected how dirty I was. Collapsing was my bravery in front of Maira, I was just a despicable man, who was trying to reach out for forgiveness and tear down the defensive wall of Maira which I felt was very large and sturdy.

Mother looks very sad to see her son must rest at the feet of his wife. It is against the value of our family life. But, I deserve, I even deserve to be humbled more than this. As long as Maira forgives me.

"Please!" maira exclaimed with a loud bang until finally my grip came off.

"Thank me Maira!" my moans.

"I was wrong, I sinned, forgive me, May!" saskan. It's not a prank, it's heartfelt from my heart. I'm so scared of losing Maira.

My normally briliant brain was now dead-end, unable to think clearly, I could not feel Maira's feelings, unable to guess what she wanted now. I can only say sorry and sorry hoping Maira can read my heart.

Free! As long as I talk Maira always looks the other way. Perhaps because of that, what I said did not enter his frozen heart.

I woke up and gathered the rest of my stoutness as a man, rebuilding my courage. I took Maira's hand and forced her body to face me with my left hand, and with my right hand I forced Maira's face to face me, I locked her cheeks with one hand so she wouldn't turn.

"Look at me, May!" my insistence, but Maira refused and tried to rebel, our visibility was very close, I could feel the breath of hatred from Maira's nose, I could feel the burning anger in both eyes.

"Deliver!" maira orders, I tighten my hands and force Maira to look at the husband she calls a criminal.

"Look at me, May!"

I kept pushing until Maira had no other choice. I locked Maira's eyes, trying to read her heart through the window. And I hope Maira can read the earnestness in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, May!" I asked him by forcing.

I followed Maira's manic eye movements, besides my mouth talking, my eyes also talking. Our breath was very close, my breath was full of regret, and the angry breath from Maira seemed to burn herself. My hands are still hard to hold. Sorry, May! I have to be rude.

"I'm sorry" I said feelingfully. Usually Maira will cry, but now I shed tears. Maira was like her tears had dried.

"Whatever you want, Mah! Papah kasih, even if Mamah wants papah can love the soul papah from Mamah want to apologize papah!" I said with earnestness, my tone soft and low, hoping to ease the fire in Maira.

"Father sorry, Mah! Forgive papah!"

I took off the lock on Maira's body and face, I was eager to hug Maira, Maira who was bleeding because of me. I was finally able to hug Maira, and I cried like a child on her shoulder, although Maira's hands were still hanging, not returning my arms, I was already quite happy.

"Deliver!" maira lirih whispered.

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