
Arumi and Alfaro had just finished enjoying their dinner. The food that made Alfaro unceasingly praise his wife. Arumi is getting excited to learn to cook another menu again because of Alfaro's praise.
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The clock shows ten o'clock at night. They went back to the room. The couple is now sitting leaning against a glass window on the outside of the balcony with a cloth on the balcony floor of the room. Arumi leaned on Alfaro's shoulder which she now hopes will always be her consciousness when tired of the world's life.
The light of the room lamp is somehow not too bright, but also not dim, making the atmosphere becomes warmer. The night view is so amazing, the stars are twinkling and the lights of the building are shrinking when viewed from a height.
"Is it okay if Mas linger here?"
"I shouldn't be here with you." Alfaro again kissed Arumi's hair gently, embracing her tightly to give her warmth.
"Yes I'm glad you're here, with me but how's your mom?" arumi asked hesitantly but her head looked up, curious about Alfaro's facial expression.
"Sooner or later, I'm going to tell Mama about us, so just let Mama suspect why I didn't come home, I hope Mama will know by herself" Alfaro said.
Arumi looked back at the night sky, with mixed feelings. Suddenly he remembered the words of Almira, if Alfaro's ex-wife chose to leave it all because of the work of Mama.
"Mas."
"Hemm, why?"
"Mas and ex-wife .. Why are you separated?" asked Arumi who was starting to be curious.
There are too many mysteries of the husband that he does not know. The curtain of memories of the past has not been fully revealed, as if he did not want to repeat it again even though only through the story. Alfaro grabbed Arumi's hand, grasped it tightly and kissed her occasionally. Alfaro forgets that he has never told Arumi about his and Sarah's separation.
"Here, in this place .. I once sat alone with him, and here too I once .. sat alone, as he left me."
Is he talking about his ex-wife, right now, Arumi's inner.
Arumi's heart begins to feel uncomfortable when Alfaro begins to tell about the former, maybe Arumi is jealous without him knowing. But the discomfort was defeated with curiosity as this was the first time Alfaro had talked about Sarah.
"Do you want to hear it again, otherwise I won't continue it anymore" Alfaro said, fearing that Arumi was uncomfortable.
"Continue Mas, I want to know," replied Arumi who had already straightened her head from Alfaro's shoulder.
Alfaro again kissed Arumi's head gently, then resuscitated the head on the small shoulder. Somehow everything is so hard to say, but Alfaro wants to share his story with Arumi, not wanting to cover anything that will make Arumi question him someday.
"I once sat here with him. That day I sent him a letter from the court. "
The atmosphere became momentarily silent.
Arumi could feel if the wound was still deep. Just because Arumi was curious, Alfaro had to reopen the wound wide. Yes, Alfaro was in that position, a position where he had to let the woman he loved go along with other men.
"Today he knelt before me, but I just kept quiet and looked at the same star as we see today." Point it to the night star that emits a twinkling light, "He knelt down not to ask me back, but he asked that I let him go far with the man he loved." Alfaro's heartfelt facial rage covered him by drowning his face in Arumi's neck niche.
"Mas still loves him?" The question came out just like that, a curiosity rooted in Arumi's jealousy.
Alfaro clenched his hand, kissed his shoulder, neck, to Arumi's ear. I don't know if he was suddenly anxious when he heard Arumi's question, it was clear that Alfaro's heart had turned to him, but he still asked what had become common. Yes women are always like that, want to be understood without having to explain why and how, men must understand by themselves.
"Continue, answer me first." Arumi tries to distance herself from Alfaro.
"She is my future and Arumi is my future."
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What it is, he clearly says if Arumi is his future, Arumi's inner self.
Alfaro looked back to the front, looking at the light from the lights of the skyscrapers lined up neatly before him. Arumi leaned back against the shoulder of the field without saying anything more, maybe she still could not believe that Alfaro wanted her forever.
"I'm sorry." suddenly it came from Alfaro's silent mouth. Again and again he kissed the head of Arumi.
"Sorry for what?" asked Arumi with eyes that remained focused forward.
"I'm sorry to have told you about him, I just wanted to show you that I'm happy now and you're the source of my happiness."
The curvature of Arumi's lips was again drawn up, her heart was so happy to hear that she was the source of her husband's happiness. Masalalu will indeed imprint in memory, but Alfaro has left the mass space that had shackled, fetching happiness back with the same taste of different people.
The apartment was so attached to his memories with the former. But at this time, when he went through the seconds with Arumi, not once did he think about what beautiful things he had gone through with Sarah. That's enough to prove that love belongs to Arumi.
"I love you, Arumi."
"I love you too, Mas Al." For a moment they smile at each other and then look back to the front, looking at the night sky which is a silent witness to the story that is just about to begin.
"I hope you don't give up, go disappear from my side" Alfaro said.
Arumi pointed her little finger in front of Alfaro. As a sign of promise not to go and disappear. Alfaro chuckled as he looked at the little finger waiting to be greeted. Although impressed childish, but Arumi's behavior is really adorable for him. Without waiting for long, Alfaro tightly hooked their little fingers.
"You cannot break a promise" said Alfaro.
"Yes, I promise."
Promises that have been bound, will be embedded in the heart and hopefully the blessing of the creator also accompanies. Because man can only plan, but God still determines everything.
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