I'M Sorry To Hurt You [Last]

FOURTEEN

“Eliaaas.” Shouts of Sakti and Jagat blaring in my room. They bullied me this afternoon. Forced into my room and sat quietly on the sofa while plucking food at the table.

“What else this time?” I was annoyed to stop my activities from looking at a stack of documents and move on to the sofa - joining the two creatures that always disturbed my life.

“Nila this morning called me. He said that Purnama--”

“Pregnant.” I cut the word Sakti. Sakti just nodded.

“I also got word from my in-laws. Mami Rina last night called Intan, and gave the news of your wife's pregnancy,” timpal Jagat also spoke enthusiastically.

I clicked my tongue. “So soon your wives both know. And anyway, if there is no work every morning visiting Purnama,” I said annoyed and clutched my hands in the chest. Jagat threw a pillow at me, but I nimbly avoided it, until it landed next to me. He was upset about my attitude.

“You are, El ... Our wife comforts your wife who is almost said to be a living statue every morning, so they come.” The grumbling field was resentfully explained, and approved directly by Sakti.

“Cruth, El. There's no work. Anyway, it's who it is, Full moon like that, heh,” added Sakti.

“El, are you still on your revenge mission?” ask the serious.

“Jagat, if it is definitely still. You do not see the results of his depravity every morning,” Sakti sindir relaxed while stirring hot steaming mocca coffee. I snorted hearing Sakti's words. Damn you, Sakti, I'm upset in my heart.

“Yes too ... Besides, don't you get tired of hurting her, El? And now look at the results of your work every night, Purnama pregnant your son,” added Jagat pressured me.

“When I have been careful, even every time I do it, I use safety,” I murmured.

“You sure, El?!” Corner of Jagat's lips lifted, mocking me down. Sakti laughed at Jagat's taunts.

I sipped the saliva. True what Jagat said, in fact now Purnama is pregnant with my son. I'm messing up my hair in frustration. Ah, why is this, the thing I didn't plan was to attack me. I'm like a loser who swallows my own words like Jagat said. I looked up as Jagat squeezed my shoulder slowly, he understood what I was feeling right now, worried.

“Already, El. All you have to do now is wipe out your revenge, and start all over again with Purnama. Remember, El. The child that Purnama conceived is your son. Forget Kalina, she is no longer in this world,” said Jagat.

I speak a thousand languages. Forgetting Kalina? I squeezed both my hands.

“Cruth, El. Anyway, you haven't investigated a hundred percent of the truth behind the deaths of your Daddy, your stepmom and your Kalina-boyfriend. Looks like there's someone close to you behind all this.”

“I agree with Sakti. Didn't both of Purnama's parents also die from being killed.” Jagat also chimed in the word Sakti. I looked at them in turn.

“You're right. It's been two weeks since I've been re-investigating their deaths,” I replied hoarsely. The jagat and Sakti compact nodded.

“Hopefully successful for the investigation – and no less important soon you will be messed with the thing called cravings by the pregnancy Full Moon,” said Sakti.

“And be husband standby – ready, inter, keep for nine months ha ha ha ha,” connect Jagat laugh followed by Sakti. They were glad I finally followed in the footsteps of the two of them who had held the status of Father. I'm clucking bitterly. Damnit.

“You'll be messed around by your mood-changing wife, and you'll have to be extra patient with her, El.” Jagat shared his experience when he had to be troubled by Intan while pregnant with Jhonas - his son.

I snorted as if denying all the words of Jagat and Sakti. “I don't care about a full pregnancy,” I said stubbornly.

“Job, El.” Serempak Sakti and Jagat shook his head to see my coldness and my stubbornness.

　

　

　

　

* I’m Sorry To Hurt You *

　

　

　

　

Ten years ago ...

　

　

“El .. patient yes,” said Jeremy-my cousin-squeezed my shoulder.

I sat on the living room floor looking at the two blood-soaked corpses lying stiff in front of me. Daddy and my stepmom died horribly. I roared in tears not accepting this incident.

“Who killed you, Dad. Why did you leave me so suddenly like this,” my raca.

“Quiet, Elias. I know who did it. He left a trail in this house,” Jeremy explained to me. I looked up at him. Jeremy put a jacket covered in blood on my hand.

“This jacket was found on top of your Daddy's body, look at the name on the jacket collar,” he said gave the order. I followed Jeremy's orders.

“Egdar Dirgasuwoto,” my indignation when I saw the name of the embroidery behind this jacket. Kuremas this leather jacket in my hand. Scoundrel. You're Edgar, after you dumped Kalina, the woman I loved dearly, you killed my parents too.

　

　

A week later ....

　

　

“Elias ... Kalina was found suicidal in her apartment.” Call Jeremy to me when I'm just finishing my parents' funeral.

“Looks like he was severely depressed left behind by Edgar, repeatedly he mentioned Edgar's name while exhaling his last breath,” explained Jeremy as we arrived at Kalina's apartment.

I'm riveted. My eyes are reddening with anger. I clenched both my hands. The name Edgar Dirgasuwoto is clearly imprinted in my heart. Edgar, wait for my vengeance ....

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I woke up and laid my body on the back of the headboard. Gasps, sweat all over my body. Glancing at the wall clock is still midnight.

“This dream again,” my murmur. A dream that has haunted me for ten years.

“Eung, El? Wh why? Nightmare?” ask Purnama to worry. He rubbed his eyes - still sleepy.

I'm shaking. “No, go to sleep again. Still night” said I patted his head. Purnama said, a few minutes later he fell asleep again.

I see the Purnama intense. I asked her to sleep next to me again after she got pregnant. All this time he slept on a narrow sofa, but for the sake of the comfort of my son in his stomach, I asked him to go back to sleep next to me.

Cakeelus Purnama's face is peacefully asleep and turns to her stomach that is starting to bulge - the age of her womb is now four months. During pregnancy, Purnama never asked for anything since I snapped at her. One month ago he woke me up in the middle of the night to buy him chicken porridge. I refused and snapped at him.

“Who is still opening his store in the middle of the night, let alone this in New York, he said, not in Indonesia that does not sell many types of food like that – do not ask for strange things with me if you still want to sleep next to me, and if you want, just buy it yourself, please,” I said ketus at that time. Full moon bit her lower lip, then went back to sleep while stroking her stomach.

I sighed and looked at Purnama in my arms. This sweet woman is the sister of the man who killed my family. Hmmm ... Edgar, let's see.

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