Forgive Me My Husband, I Betrayed You

FAR-FLUNG

The hand still felt heavy. Malik stared at Andini's departure with a pushy look. Andini as well. They just shed all their love. Now back to their own world. Andini should be back with Erlangga. Being a good wife in Erlangga's eyes. Andini's steps look lazy to leave the city. Where the city carved a history of taste between himself and Malik. Andini's eyes began to look glassy. Like no power to withstand the burden of romance that will mount. His next yearning will be more booked. The suffering of love will be even more severe. His love affair with Malik is getting stronger. Because they've already done the actual sex they can't do. They are not a good couple. They do the black dot. They dare to do so with the consequences. Dare to create the sin of adultery. Hasn't the rice become porridge? They are adult men and women. Everything must be accounted for both moral, social, religious.

You don't have to miss me. Let me feel that kangen. Missing and missing are heavy. Both of these feelings are chest tight, painful and debilitating to the body and soul.

Let it fly around the direction of the wind blowing hard. Let it float with Mega - Mega. Dance with the pigeons to tell the news.

I will make the story of the journey to Goa Asmara. Down the valley - the valley of the hills. Passing a steep path.

This story will be written in history. This story I'm gonna remember in a pen scratch. Between you and me there is a story. Only you and I can reveal everything.

Until the flowers bloom. Until the leaves fall off. Until everything comes back together.

" Andini! You're home, baby?" ask Malik through his chat.

" Oh yes, Malik.eh Mas Malik!" reply Andini via chat on her mobile phone.

" The taste is so cool, you call me that, baby." Malik wrote and read Andini.

" really? Thank you so much for the last hug. It was the sweetest gift for me, mas." Andini said in a chat.

" I also thank you, Andini. You gave me your heart." Malik replied.

" Can I miss you?" ask Andini in a chat sent to Malik.

Indeed, the fact is, longing it makes the passion of life weak. The spirit of activity decreases. All must be faced with all the busyness and activity that is dense. So that the mind is not imprinted on the focus of the person who is missed. If followed, will be lazy and health problems such as mag.

" I'll meet you in Medan, in two weeks, Andini. Actually, I can't stand it long enough not to hug you" said Malik.

" Are you not too fast, Malik? Can't we get VC?" reply Andini through the chat sent her.

" I don't want to, you're so skinny thinking about me and missing me, baby. You're so lazy to eat because of me." Malik wrote confidently.

" Malik! You're a GR like this?" reply Andini.

" Because I'm sure! You and I have a great love. And this is hard for us to contain." Malik wrote.

" Yes! I'm starting to miss you, Malik. May I miss you Malik?" reply Andini.

" Don't I tell you? Don't miss me. Let me feel the pain of missing it." - Malik.

" Hehe." wrote Andini.

" I'm Miss you, Andini!" malik's last chat sent to Andini.

Have you been a prisoner of my love? Handcuffed by a taste that is difficult to get rid of. Imprisoned by thick high walls. A love that cannot be deciphered by scientific words. Only the taste and attitude can be explained. Just the drive and the will to be together. The desire to make each other happy. The desire to give and receive each other. All the selfishness of each soul. Are you in love, friend?