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84. The End of a Long Debate

The atmosphere in the pantry was getting tense, somehow the Flower had to answer a question from Davien. Why could the man ask about his marriage to Marvel, when there was Juliet. With the child should be able to make Davien sure that they are married. What makes Davien doubt their marriage?

“My answer, Flowers?!” Davien was impatient to find out the truth about the flowers.

“A.aku” answers laid out. Slowly his hand that had held on to Davien's cheek began to weaken moving down.

Seeing the look on her confused face makes Davien even more certain of what Juliet has to say about their relationship. “A very easy question, Flowers! But...why are you confused to answer it?” Davien was neither angry nor upset, he even spoke softly. The thing he wanted to hear the most was the answer from his mouth, because later it would determine Davien's attitude. Between letting go of Flowers, letting go of the woman he loved to date live happily with another man or going on the struggle of getting Flowers back to his side depends on how the Flower gives the answer. “Flower?!”

“I... and sister Marvel, we...” her speech stopped when her phone rang. The flower picks it up then looks at the screen ascertaining who contacted it back then. He got a call from Marvel.

Davien could see the doubt on his face as Bunga was about to raise the call, making Davien convinced that the one who was calling his number was the man they were talking about. “Who?” tanyanya.

“He?” Flowers was surprised, feeling unwell about receiving the call in front of Davien, but he couldn't ignore the call from Marvel either. “Awhile, I have to pick up this call first.”

Just getting out of the chair yet to step away, Davien grabbed his wrist and took over the phone from Flower's hand. Without making sure who contacted him first, Davien did not hesitate to turn off his phone until later there will be no second or third call from Marvel.

Flowers turned to her phone placed on the table by Davien. “Ka.you why is my phone turned off?” because one hand was still in Davien's grip, Bunga tried to take his phone using the other hand. But it turns out Davien did the same thing gripping his hand before he could touch the phone. Now the two hands of the flower are stuck unable to move. “Davien?” his forehead frowned at Davien's attitude which he thought was excessive. “Why you?”

“This is my only chance to talk to you! I don't know when I'll see you again. It could be... After this you disappeared without a trace!” Davien never took his eyes off the flower.

Had wanted to get angry when Davien held both hands but after hearing his words, Bunga could not shake his hand.

Like losing the spirit Davien spoke in a weak voice. “You can meet Marvel and chat all the time with him! But me? I have to think of a way to talk and have some time together like this! I beg Bunga... this time let me live quietly after making sure everything.”.

“What? What do you want to make sure?” Flowers were the same, her voice sounded weakly powerless. Previously the Flower had to gather strength to face Davien, but he did not expect that meeting her made the energy that had been fully filled now began to run out as if absorbed by the man so that the Flower could not refuse anything Davien did to him.

“You! Really married?” eyes that had been dry, now look red and glassy again.

Bunga had wanted to deny it, but if he told the truth to Davien, his heart was not too ready to face the man's attitude which will certainly make Bunga remember the events that have passed. Although it had been years and had forgiven her even the scar on her heart had been covered, Bunga was still afraid of the incident and then overshadowed it again. “Ya!” answer's short. Despite the weight of the heart, Flowers have to do it. Staring at her extremely sad face, Bunga could feel what Davien was feeling at the moment. Trying hard to hold back the tears, but still his tears could not stop dripping. “Iya, me.. and sister Marvel, we got married in America first!” he added.

His heartbeat seemed to stop along with the flow of blood that seemed to freeze making his chest tight can not breathe, felt heavy like he wanted to explode right then and there. But it's not that easy that Davien receives a confession from Bunga because he had heard a story from Juliet that they were just friends. To be more confident Davien raised a question that stuck his heart about the relationship between Flowers and Marvel. “Then...why are you crying? If you and Mervel are married isn't that good news? Why are you telling me while shedding tears?” he said softly because he did not want to make Bunga hurt again if he faced the problem with emotion.

“I...” Flowers looked down while rubbing her wet eyes but Davien held her back.

Using both hands placed on the right and left cheeks, Davien held back the woman from hiding her face. “You don't need to hide your face.” Her thumb moving helped Bunga rub his wet cheek. “Yes, let's just say I believe you and Marvel are married.. and the second question you should answer!” davien's hand slowly moved down, grabbing the Flower's hand and raising it pointed his fingers right in front of his eyes.

Flowers were surprised to widen a little eyes as if they knew what the man's question was.

Still with an equally meek tone, Davien continued his sentence. “How do you explain this ring?” he said referring to his gift ring that is coiled on the ring finger of the Flower.

His lips were getting muddy, his brain was working hard to find the right reason to dodge. “Davien! You're wrong.this is my wedding ring with sister Marvel.

“He? Did ya? Then... do you mind if I see her for a minute?”

The flower knew clearly what the man wanted to do. “Can't Davien, I promised Marvel I wouldn't take this ring off. Sorry!” seeing Davien speechless to let go of his hand, Bunga chose to leave to approach Juliet.

Actually he wanted to believe more with the information obtained from Juliet, but somehow hearing the confession of Flowers instantly destroyed his belief that Flowers had lied. His love for flowers blinded his mind. “Wait!”

His steps stopped instantly, Bunga stood his back to Davien. The look on his face was tense because he was sure that the man still had another question. The flower was ready to answer her questions again.

Davien was down, now slowly his head was raised back to look at the back of the Flower. “Last question from me!”

“Ya, say! I'd like to have this question and answer session over soon!”

“Juliet Fladimer!! Why did you use the name I had prepared for our daughter as Juliet's? Your daughter and Marvel?” for this one, Davien seemed to be unable to accept. Because he got that name while traveling abroad along with he got a pendant for Flowers. “You can answer my question this time? You and Marvel can use another name, why should the name I've prepared?” for this time his chest could not resist the extreme annoyance.

Again the Flower was silent, his lips as if fixated could not move. The chest was tight until it felt very difficult to breathe. ‘How can I face this man? If my heart alone is easily weak to see the sadness on his face.’ That's because the flower doesn't rotate its body, it just turns a little head to the side. “It's just a Davien name! Don't be too dramatic, after all, everyone can also use that name without having to ask permission from you, right?” there was no reply from behind, Bunga was about to continue his steps.

The flower was still standing where it had originally not moved in the slightest.

Davien took a quick step then stood in front of the Flower facing his direction. “Why Flowers? Why do you have to use that name?!”

The woman looked at Davien's face, which looked redder. He didn't think what he was doing would hurt his feelings even more.

As much as possible Davien controls himself so that his body is not controlled by anger and emotions that will make him lose his mind. After feeling somewhat calm, he spoke again. “Why are you silent? At least give me a reason...What is your purpose? Did you intentionally want to make me sicker? Not satisfied have you made me suffer for years?” her tears shed many times, though, but Davien tried not to cry until it looked fine veins at the temple when gritting his teeth strong when many times the pain mixed with anger that seemed to have filled his chest forced it to be immediately poured out. “You still want to torture me again?”

“Davien?”

“You succeeded Bunga, you managed to make me hurt. You managed to avenge all the disappointment in your heart by breaking me many times. I'm not angry, I don't take revenge because I realize maybe it's the punishment I have to accept. But... why do you feel dissatisfied, do you have to see my life suffer?”

“Davien, listen–,”

“After the wedding...then the ring, why do you have to wear the same ring, with the ring I gave you, for your wedding? And now a name? Why are you silent Flowers?”

“Sorry Davien!”

“You better hit me! You imprisoned me for my fault! Or if you need to beat me up until you're satisfied!! I won't fight, Bunga!” Davien grabbed his hand leading the Flower to beat his cheek. “Pick me until you're satisfied! Make my face crumble until people don't recognize me!”

“Stop Davien!” The flower tried to pull his hand, feeling guilty but his lips seemed heavy when he wanted to speak the truth.

“Why? Aren't you satisfied after seeing me suffer? I can endure the pain of a punch, Bunga. So you can do it many times. But should it get this far?” his breathing grew heavier as he remembered the Flower using that name for their child. “I'm sick Flower!” Davien got into trouble when he spoke, barely his voice came out of the throat. “Sick as hell! Why should that name? Why?”

Davien could no longer hold back his hotter chest as if it was burning his body. He then stepped up to take the glass he had been drinking. Since it was also impossible for her to go berserk in front of Bunga, Davien chose to vent his anger with the glass. Gripping it, exerting all the strength he had until finally the glass broke in his hand.

Prak!

Hearing the sound of glass shards that slightly sounded strange, Flowers turned their head quickly towards the back. “Davien?” his hand moved to silence his gaping mouth to find Davien's hand bleeding.

The shards of his glass fell on the floor as well as his blood flowing profusely.

The flower took a quick step towards grabbing whatever cloth was seen to wrap the wound in Davien's hand, but as if not satisfied the man took a new gel and then did the same.

I don't know what kind of pain Davien was feeling. The rest of the broken glass that is still attached to his palm has not disappeared, instead made to stick even deeper when squeezing the second glass strong. Not to mention the incision wound when it scratched a sharp shard.

Prak!! The second glass instantly broke easily, though,

“Aaa!!” Flowers scream in fear. But he tried hard to stop Davien. His cry began to break seeing more and more of his blood. “Stop Davien! Your hand is hurt.. You bleed a lot!” Flowers are so scared to see Davien get hurt. “Please... Davien!” Flowers cupped his hands together begging Davien to stop hurting himself when he saw the third glass was already in his hands.

Precisely by relaxing Davien even calms the Flower. He even showed off his flat face. “Do not beg Bunga, I am helping you so that you can feel more satisfied, I am also trying to vent my frustration because I can not hold it anymore, I can not hold it all!” his palm was almost shattered when the third glass broke.

Prak!

“Aaah! Davien's STOP! Davien I beg you, Davien stop! I was wrong yes I admitted wrong!” Flowers can no longer see Davien torturing himself. His hand had already turned red, his blood was partially flowing into his palm and back. “I'm wrong, actually there is no wedding, and this ring....this is also not a wedding ring!” Flowers spoke quickly as Davien was gripping his fourth glass. Hoping that after hearing his confession, Davien would stop hurting himself.

The man was silent, his hand still clutching the glass was fixated in the air. His gaze turned to look at the Flower, his two eyes looked extremely red. “So...you and Marvel..”.

“My sister and I Marvel never got married!” The flower tries to catch its breath before continuing.

Davien let out a long sigh, controlling his irregular heartbeat. Finally his chest felt a little relieved. “Then... What other lies have I not known?”

“The reason why I use that name.. because Juliet is your daughter!”.

Pyar!!!! The fourth glass detached from his hand fell onto the broken floor scattered there.