I'M Sorry To Hurt You [Last]

FORTY THREE

I glanced at my wife who was sleeping on my back. I took a pillow and a blanket next to him. Reversing my body walked towards the sofa where my bed was this week while looking at my wife.

I thought he heard my conversation with Edgar. The sound of a falling object that I heard earlier turned out to be a bottle of drink that fell from the top of the dressing table. I think the wind nudged him. You see if Purnama, he must still be in the room when I rushed into the room earlier. Besides, when I talked to Edgar, my wife was watching in the living room. When I met him in the living room he was still watching. No matter my presence.

“Elias.” Just about to step up, the hoarse voice of Purnama called out to me.

As fast as lightning I flipped over my athletic body, smiling broadly at him without even spouting a word.

Purnama sighed. Folding both hands while leaning his body to the head of the bed. His eyes were straight ahead without seeing me at all. “Sleep next to me,” he said softly almost whispering.

I stared for a moment hearing it. Sleeping next to him? The dream? Tilting my head, looking fixedly at her who was still staring straight ahead.

“Yakin, Darling?” ask me to confirm his words, a little doubtful. Maybe he was just caliph. Why her? Why could his heart turn soft suddenly.

The full moon exhales short. “Iya, sure. Why is silence not moving? Don't wanna? Yes sud-”

“Of course I want.” I hurriedly cut him off before changing my mind. “Who refuses to sleep next to his own wife.”

The corner of my lips pulled upwards formed a wide smile, and it might also look stupid. Well, I don't care. What matters is that my heart is happy. Like winning an unexpected draw, I was very excited. I just lie down next to him. Leaning the body against the headboard - exactly what my sweet wife did.

“Don't be happy first. You can only sleep next to me, can't do more. Remember that! I still haven't forgiven your mistakes completely, El.” As if knowing my intention of hugging her Purnama reminded me. Jerking at the blanket, sleeping on my back.

Kuhela breathes heavily. Looking at his back. It was hard to soften his frozen heart. Closed eyes. Trying to sleep even though my brain ordered me to stay awake. At midnight I'll hug my wife's body. Caught him as usual.

Samar I heard the Full Moon flipping over his body. I know he's looking at my face. I breathed while the Full Sun was on my face. Smells my cheek.

“I know you haven't slept, El,” he said raucously.

Kuhela short breath. I slowly opened my eyelids. Her iris soon met my bead. The radiance of his eyes was so sweet and dim, full of sadness in them. My heart hurts to see it. It was seen that he was enduring the pain.

“Why, El. Why didn't you tell me?” ask him with a look down. I dare not look into my eyes anymore. “Why did you lie to me. Why didn't you tell me earlier. Huks ..”

I'm riveted. My lips were tightly closed, my tongue was twisted. My God, it turns out my wife was listening to my conversation with Edgar earlier. Without answering the question, I reached into my arms the body containing my wife. Purnama is crying more and more. My blood is finely rustling. My chest throbbed pain listening to his sobbing.

“Why did you lie to me, El,” repeated my wife again in the middle of her sedu sedu. I clenched my arms around her waist. Squeeze the curves of his shoulders. My eyes looked up, trying to hold the clear liquid that was jostling to come out. It hurts so much as if being stabbed by thousands of needles hearing the stuffing.

“That, El. You ... make me feel guilty.” The full moon hit my chest. I was still silent, not intending to say a word. I let him vent all his feelings for me.

“El-hmptttt.”

Suddenly I kissed her plum lips, silenced all her words. I really don't want to hear any more pathetic words from the corners of his lips. Once it is felt enough and he needs oxygen to fill his respiratory cavity. With a heavy heart I took off the link of my lips to her.

The full moon was still sobbing and bowing its head. I gently lifted her sweet face up to look up at me. Slowly my finger removed the clear liquid that fell on her beautiful eyes.

Purnama did not say.

“It's enough that I gave you deep wounds and hurt your heart because of my past actions. I didn't want to give and add any more wounds to your heart, hearing the news that I was in a coma for a month, after realizing I had to struggle to recover my voice and my body for two months. Really, I can't give you that bad news. I... don't want to make you roder-”

Suddenly Purnama hugged me tightly, instantly stopping my speech. I reply his embrace is no less tight. Both hands stroked his narrow back while peeling the top of his head many times, then switched to peeping his shoulders.

“Honey, i-”

“Enough, El. No need to continue anymore.”

“Sorry, Dear..” my babbling whisper.

“So long ago I forgave all you did to me, El. And now I know everything. You don't have to apologize anymore. You're not wrong at all. I'm not mad at you either. I just feel stupid. As long as you suffer, I'm not by your side. Huhuhu, I'm the one who apologized to you. All this time I was rude to you.”

“Sst, don't keep going again. I understand your position,”, I replied to calm him down.

I tightened my embrace when Purnama returned my embrace no less tightly. I exhaled a sigh of relief. The invisible wall - as if it were separating the two of us - seemed to collapse instantly after an honest confession between us.

We throw each other happy smiles. I gently held his jaw. Lifted it. He put his face on my face until our noses touched each other. I felt his slightly irregular breath coming out from the blemishes of his lips. Slowly closed both my eyelids as my lips-gently-touched her plum lips.

I took off the link of our lips for the second time when I felt my wife needed to breathe. Smiling happily, it was as if my smile had been embedded forever in my face. Purnama returned my smile no less sweet, as if his sweet smile gave a sweet taste in every food and drink, so I do not need additional sweeteners.

I pecked her forehead for a long time, then my lips went down on her beautiful eyes. Alternately painting. Then my lips turned to kiss her nose. Then kissed both cheeks alternately and lastly kissed where to be my favorite place besides her collarbone, her lips that will never make me move on forever. I have long since kissed her lips.

With a faint look, looking at my wife's shady eyes. My hand went down patting her distended stomach. Greeting my baby as usual. A wide smile felt a weak heartbeat inside there as my palm touched it.

Purnama put his hand on the back of my hand. For a moment I felt like I was electrocuted, suddenly the baby in my wife's stomach kicked. I was shocked. My heart is getting happier. Cannot be explained by words. It was as if there were thousands of angels and angels around me, guarding my baby and my wife.

“El, do you feel it? Our baby greets you.” Purnama smiled broadly at me as she pressed my palm against her stomach. My lips were no longer able to say, only able to reply with a nod.

For nine full moons pregnant with my son. I had never felt my baby move when I touched my wife's distended belly silently. But now ... Yes, Lord .. thank you for your infinite grace.

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