I'M Sorry To Hurt You [Last]

TEN

Whahuh? He said divorce her? I clenched my hand and turned to look at him. Purnama retreat. Afraid, his eyes moved restlessly staring at both of my sharp eyes.

“What did you say? Divorce?” yells up. Purnama. I covered her face with both hands. He had to look up at me, even though his eyes were turned in the other direction.

“Stare at me! Say it again!” I gritted my teeth.

Purnama ventured to look me in the eye. “I'm asking for divorce. I can't stand your attitude,” she explained with teary eyes. I grinned. I breathed right into his face.

“You dare to ask for a divorce?- okay, I grant your request. But tomorrow, with the news spread in Indonesia, that Edgar Dirgasuwoto was caught alive or lifeless.” I violently removed my hand from his face.

“You're a jerk!” Purnama slapped me. I gasp in shock. He dared to slap me. Goddamnit! Kuelus my face former slap. I glanced at him sharply.

“I'm not kidding. Even this I've been planning for a long time. Your brother's been a fugitive ever since we officially became a couple. That's when he fled abroad. Hence, he did not attend our wedding.”

Full moon was angry, her hands were about to slap me again, but I caught it right away until I twisted her hands back. The full moon screamed in pain.

“You want to fight me, ha! Remember that! If I hear the word divorce again from your mouth, I'll make sure to tell the police of Indoesia to track down your brother's hideout,” I whispered right in Purnama's ear.

The full moon revolted, trying to let go of my grip, but there was power, its weak power was not comparable to my strength. Purnama grimaced in pain. I flipped his body so violently that he almost bounced. Soon I grabbed her waist and she fell over my arms.

Suddenly my chest rumbled violently. Shit, I swear in my heart. I heard the Full Heart beating fast, just like me. I grinned. I cupped his face until he looked up to me. Our breath blows to each other. I put my face on her face and closed my eyes when my lips touched hers. I kissed her lips strongly until it became *******. Just like before, there was no response from Purnama.

Satisfied to kiss her, I opened my eyes and met Purnama glaring at me. I lifted her light body in bridal style towards the stairs. The full moon was getting more and more banging on my chest.

“Let me down!” panicked shouting.

“Your resistance makes me even more passionate, Baby,” I whispered as well as tucking her forehead. At first glance it meets red. Holy hooch! I haven't seen her red cheeks in a long time. “We continue overnight,” I continued grinning.

“Tidaaak.” The full moon screamed hysterically and muttered from my arms. I ignored his screams and stepped up to the stairs.

“Purnamaaa. Elllll.” A shrill cry from behind interrupted my movement.

“Damn it!” detangku annoyed. Just disrupt my show. I lowered the Full Moon from my arms, and whispered in her ear. “Remember, Purnama. Don't you repeat your stupid words again.”

　

　

　

　

* I’m Sorry To Hurt You *

　

　

　

　

“Please drink the tea, Kak Nila,” said I opened a conversation with Kak Nila while we were relaxing in the garden behind the house. I put two cups of tea and chocolate cookies on the table. Kak Nila looked up at me as she was busy looking at the crowd of fish in the pond.

“Still, Purnama,” he said smiling at me who showed me a row of clean white teeth. He followed me in the chair. “You okay?” ask again while looking at me.

“Ya?” I raised one of my eyebrows. Pretending not to understand what he meant.

Sister Nila sighed. He clasped my hand tightly and looked into my eyes, as if confirming something. “Do not lie. I know what's been going on for the past two weeks, Purnama.”

I lowered my head and pulled my hand from his grasp. I bit my lower lip, it became my habit when I was nervous, or in pain.

“Truth, coke. I'm doing fine. Nothing happened to me,” I said reassured him. I tried to smile wryly and squeeze both my hands.

Sister Nila shook her head looking at my attitude. “You are not good at lying, Purnama,” he said looking at me sharply. He pulled my face right into his face and traced Elias' violent mark on my face.

“See the work of the monkey-shit, even though I warned him not to be too rude to you,” he said with a growl.

Huks. Finally escaped also a small stuffing from my mouth. I can't hold it anymore. Sister Nila got out of her chair, then hugged me. I returned his embrace and buried my head in his strobery-scented chest. I sobbed and shook my head.

Why did this happen to me, so much was Elias' revenge on me, my inner self. I recall Elias' two weeks of rough treatment to me, even vividly recalling his threat to me earlier, when I asked for another divorce.

Huks. I tightened my arms, enduring my heartache.

“Do not cry. I hope Elias' attitude changes,” persuaded Sister Nila while gently stroking my head. Gave me tranquility. I'm nodding. Yeah, I hope what Nila's sister said is true. Elias' attitude changed for me.

“Purnama, Sister Nila. What the hell's going on? Why are you crying, Purnama?” someone interrupted from behind, surprising us both. I let go of my embrace and turned back. Intan, his wife Kak Jagat, was holding his ten-month-old hero. The baby was sleeping while picking up her little thumb.

“Sit, Intan!” Kak Nila gave the order and was directly obeyed by Intan. Brother Nila and Intan fell silent. Both of them didn't ask questions. They know what's going on without me explaining.

“Propay, yes.” Intan stroked my hand. I just nodded.

　

　

　

　

* I’m Sorry To Hurt You *

　

　

　

　

I stared at the two handsome-looking men in front of me at this moment. Sakti and Jagat, they compactly swerve with armour at me. I snorted as bad as hell.

“Well, why are you looking at me like this. Didn't you guys come here to talk about our business?” I said looking hard at them both. I put both my hands on my chest.

“It's true we came to your office to talk business-but before, let me hit your cold face this.” After speaking, Jagat picked up a not-so-thick stack of paper on the table and smacked it into my face. I could not avoid his rapid movements.

“Sial!” I cursed annoyed, even though the punch did not hurt at all. Jagat and Sakti smiled with satisfaction. I clicked my tongue and grunted. My cheek quelus was a slap of Jagat. I counted, this morning twice I got a free slap.

“I warned you, Elias. Don't hurt her too much!” yelled Jagat annoyed, and Sakti nodded in agreement.

“That's my business. Why are you interfering!” shouted fiercely. I know who they're talking about.

“We don't interfere, Elias. But, as friends we must remind you. It's a good thing we didn't report you to the police. You could be caught in domestic violence. Change your attitude before it's too late.” Sakti. I turned my face elsewhere, as if ignoring Sakti's words.

“This morning, Nila called me, after she saw the state of Purnama. And he told me to fry you.” Sakti spoke angrily. I think Sakti's hands are itching to hit my head.

“Ya, Sakti's right. Intan called me earlier. Told me to help you,” timpal Jagat sadistically.

“Elias, change your attitude a little bit on Purnama. Poor him. He doesn't know anything,” said Sakti softened. I just kept quiet.

“That said Sakti was right, El. It's not appropriate for you to hurt her, the guilty one is her brother, not her.” Corn chiming. Wipe sharply Corn and growl. Damnit damnit! Know what they are, they don't know how sick I am.

“We know, El. How much your heart hurts. But, it's not good to vent it on Purnama.” As if I knew what I was thinking, Jagat spoke.

I exhaled a loud breath. I know, deep down, I don't want to hurt Purnama. But, the grudges for these ten years have filled the entire space of my heart. Kuremas my two hands, then ruffled my hair until it was messy when I came back to the shadow of the Full Moon filled with tears.

“At last, El. You are no less depraved with his brother,” said Sakti calmly while sipping his coffee slowly. “Hm, good,” he continued.

I was stunned for a moment. Samar I snorted, a little unacceptable said depraved.

The corn clicking tongue will harden my head. “I agree with Sakti. You're no less depraved.”

“Who said!” I growl.

“Not to dodge anymore, El. One more thing, besides physical violence, you also forced her to have sex. It was the same as raping her. Is that not called depraved?” satir Jagat with a cynical tone.

I gulped down the saliva and shut up. Again I felt this chest throbbing when I remembered the full face of pain when we had intercourse. I looked down, I could no longer deny it.

“Honestly, El. I don't want you to suffer the same fate as me,” Jagat added and moved from his seat. He turned around the table and stood beside me, squeezing my shoulders slowly. Again I can just be quiet.

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