First Wife Heart Wound

Early disaster

A month after the quarrel, Ilham and Hanum lived like two strangers who never knew each other.

Outside, people still see their affection, but inside! their lives are like hell. Hanum still persisted with his cold attitude and Inspiration was the same.

Hanum still served Inspiration as he should, it was solely due to his obligations as a wife. Before the promised word of talak Ilham spoke from his lips. A word that would release itself from the shackles that increasingly gnawed at his heart.

Inspiration felt pain, each seeing Hanum's cold attitude towards him. But he could not do anything, if he wanted it to be very easy for Ilham to remove Hanum from his side.

But Ilham would not do that, his heart still loved his wife very much, even though the way used was very wrong in the eyes of Hanum.

But that's how Ilham binds Hanum to continue to be on his side, although rejection is always shown Hanum, but not the slightest decrease in his desire to release Hanum.

Like this morning, his decent dining spell was like a grave. Two people sat facing each other, but no sound could be heard. Both of them seemed mute to hold back just to say hello.

Hanum knew the sin for her, for ignoring her husband! but the last wound she got, no longer able to cover the good nature of Inspiration during her husband.

The inspiration to eat as usual, at least his wife still wants to cook food for him, despite the silence he now gets.

No more spoiled words, good morning or good-bye that comes out of Hanum's lips, as he will start his day to work.

***

Arriving at the office, Ilham was greeted with a sweet smile of the second wife.

Ilham seemed surprised, for the first time Amel was not angry after almost a month, Ilham rarely had time alone with him.

Lastly he was with his wife, long before his quarrel with his first wife. After that Ilham prefers to busy themselves with a pile of work in the office.

"For Sir?" greet Amel friendly.

"Morning too." replied Ilham.

Amel followed Ilham, walking into his office. After Ilham sat himself in his proud seat, Amel came closer and sat on the lap of Ilham.

"Mas!"

"Hm."

"You're rarely home now, spending time with me. Are you getting bored, right?" amel asked as he played his fingers on Ilham's chest.

Inspiration moaned, no doubt Amel's touch was able to awaken something in him, which had long been buried.

Ilham grabbed the hand of Amel who was still cool playing on the chest of Ilham. "Don't be here!" pinta Inspiration.

"Didn't you miss me?" said Amel.

The tongue of Inspiration! eagerly he answered no but, the corner of his heart said another. Lying if he said no, while only through the touch of Amel alone was able to arouse the long-buried passion of Inspiration. Since his quarrel with Hanum.

Amel looked at Ilham in wonder, because Ilham did not answer Amel's question. "Ma ... us!" Amel whining.

"Hm."

"What are you doing anyway, Mas?"

"What did you ask?" reinspiration.

"Ih, you are!" Amel whining.

"Sorry baby, I've been doing a lot of work lately and it's really taking up all my time and my mind! You know what, right?" bejuk Ilham's.

Amel still pursed his lips irritated and Ilham could not bear to see Amel sulking immediately kissed and****** his lips softened.

After the hot kiss, the two stopped when it was felt that the air supply around them began to thin.

The two gasped, and stuck their foreheads together. Lust begins to dominate both, before crossing the line. Inspiration ends by throwing your face outwards.

"Let's go home, Mas, I have something to show you!" said Amel while standing tidying up his slightly messy clothes.

"What is that, baby?" tanya Ilham curious.

"Surprise." whispered Amel right in Ilham's ear.

"Well, I went back to my desk first, huh, Mas?" pamit Amel kissing Ilham's cheek.

"Hm."

***

Elsewhere, Hanum stood staring at himself in front of the mirror, his body increasingly thin. There was no shining face there, there was only a cloudy face that continued to drift on the beautiful face.

Hanum tidied up some of his clothes, stuffed them neatly into a suitcase tucked away at the end of his closet.

He is only prepared, if one day when the word talak falls, he is very ready to go far from the life of Inspiration. Without the desire to return.

Finished tidying things up, Hanum was stunned as he stared at his wedding photo with Inspiration first.

The happy face was clearly visible there, his smile was also the smile of the husband that described the happiness that would never disappear. But now, the smile no longer adorns the face or the face of the husband.

Hanum was back in awe, when his sweet memories used to dance back in his eye peluk. Reminds him of the love of Inspiration so great for him.

Not wanting to be dissolved in sadness, Hanum closed the photo, put it in a pile of clothes in his suitcase.

Consider Hanum a fool, because he still keeps those painful memories and puts them among his personal belongings. But as bitter as those memories! he was sweet and filled Hanum's life for the past five years, before a storm destroyed his household.

***

Time showed at five in the afternoon, according to his promise, Ilham was now preparing to return to Amel's house.

And Amel was waiting in the parking lot that people rarely pass, to wait for Inspiration and go home with her.

Shortly waiting, Ilham came and immediately invited Amel to get into the car.

"What surprise do you want?" tanya Ilham while stepping on the gas pedal and leaving the parking lot to his house along with Amel.

"The name is surprise Mas, yes later at home I tell him."

"Hmm, okay we're home."

The journey from the office to Amel's house did not take long. The second half hour passed very quickly. The road conditions are also not jammed.

Inspiration parked the car in the garage of Amel's house. And the two entered the house feeling uncertain. Inspiration that is stubborn with what Amel and Amel will show is so, when the surprise in question, will be able to change the situation of himself later or vice versa.

"Sit Mas I made you drink first want to?" tawar Amel's.

"Hm."

"You want what's hot cold?" ask Amel again before going to the kitchen.

"Cold, let's not get sultry when the surprise later." kekeh Ilham.

"The surprise did not make Mas hot, even making a smile" said Amel half-screaming, because the distance between the kitchen and the living room is a little far.

Amel returned, bringing two glasses of cold drinks available in his refrigerator.

After putting a cold drink for Ilham, Amel again moved to take the surprise he meant earlier.

Amel stood in front of Ilham and gave him a box made of velvet.

Confused inspiration, just accepting without knowing what it means.

"Open up!" amel said with a happy hue.

The inspiration that saw happiness imprinted on Amel's face, instantly frowned.

"Let's open Mas, don't be confused so." repeated Amel.

Finally, with a thumping feeling, Ilham opened the box in his hand. And immediately his eyes were perfectly rounded, staring at the thing in his hand in astonishment.

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