Just A Wedding

Chapter 46

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I will never know who he is and where he came from. Because love is born from a feeling given by God when his heart is ready with happiness and sadness. It turns out I was wrong I wasn't ready for his sad side.

If I had known loving you was a deep wound, I might have chosen to retreat first. Letting my heart wander in search of another. But this deep feeling of love is already in my heart and my life that will not be possible to lose continues to be turbulent even though it looks lost on the surface. Like magma at the bottom of the earth. Although invisible but hot and turbulent inside. Who constantly excited and excited in the magma kitchen. I don't know when my own eruption tried to keep it from harming me for you and for all. But never expect my love to end. I still love you in my heart and in other ways.

If only I had known that missing you was a long suffering for me. I will not allow my heart to be dragged further by the feeling of affection that God has given me. It's not that I was wrong to give all my misses to you. It's not that I'm wrong to choose people to give me a sense of longing. Let this miss stay there until anytime. Make a small space in my heart and it will remain until we meet. I don't know when and where ?. But what is certain is that this misses remains. If we meet never blame me and my deep miss. It was all because of my turbulent love.

Henry's handwriting is still neatly stored in Almari Arin.

I know loving you is something that will probably bring hurt to me for you and to all of us. But can't the love that carries these wounds change to bring happiness. Let's try to make the answers that bring this wound into a story - a beautiful story like any other romance. I want to be the character in the story who managed to take you and bring you to be called the mother of my children.

Henry's other notes in a paper and given a picture of himself were playing the piano and there was Arin beside him.

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" Now ...I asked. Do you know the contents of our marriage book ?

" Don't know, right ? Because I never want to know about our marriage book".

" Did you ever feel like you had my wife ?"

I asked while sobbing and continued in the arms of Mr. Satrio.

Our conversation stopped because of the sound of Tough crying. Maybe disturbed by our voices.

" Take off...I want to breastfeed Tough."

" Detach...kasian Tough cry".

My request may be more directed to the order. Mr. Satrio reluctantly took off his arms his right hand was still holding my arm when I was free from his arms.

" You can be a good mother. But can't be a good wife" .

His grumbling continued before releasing the grip of his hand on my arm. He said while leaning his face right in front of my face. He slowly took off his hand after the Tough cry grew louder.

I'm breastfeeding Tough. Satrio just watched.

" He was similar to Adrian when he was a baby. He looks like me"

His voice began to flatten and melt the atmosphere.

" Dik Asri was very young when we had Adrian's baby".

" The doctor said up to twenty stitches"

His story by itself without me asking. I kept quiet, trying not to hear what he told me. I tried to sing in my heart so that his story wouldn't get into my ears. But how hard I tried not to listen to his story. As hard as I sang in my heart it turns out that the story he told still sounded and bounced like water a drop entered and damaged a hard rock. I bit my lower lip and held back the tears from spilling. Why did he have so much heart to tell his good times with mbak Asri to me. on purpose ? not intentionally ? what is he doing now ? My mind was playing by itself when she kept telling me how Asri gave birth and what she did.

Mr. Satrio moved to lay his body on the bed to align with me and Tough. I couldn't hide my red face holding back tears. I can't hide my jealousy because of his story.

" Dik Rin why are you crying ?" Ask him without feeling guilty.

" Ndak mas .... What - what "My answer is still trying to shift the truth about my mood.

" I'm tired....."

" I want to rest first ....."

" I have to go out in the morning looking for Dik Asri "

Mr. Satrio's voice was clearly heard in my ear. Without feeling like he hurt me. He closed his black netra. His handsome face signifies there is always love for Asri but not for me.

Tough already asleep with lips that are still sucking even though it has been separated from my breast milk.

" Isn't your puerperium over ? "

Ask Mr. Satrio arrived - arrived at me. When I tried to stand up and was about to get out of the room.

" Isn't it been almost two months ?".

" Yes your puerperium is over."

He answered the questions he asked me.

His hand grabbed me. I haven't said yes to her questions. But he thought I said yes to his question.

" Do your duty as a wife "

" I haven't done it in a long time. With Dik Asri especially with you "

His voice was clearly heard. Didn't he realize he hasn't stuck more than a hundred needles in my heart yet ? With his stories. No... My heart is still hurting. This needle I haven't had time to unplug but he innocently asked me to do my duty. Is there a wife who willingly and willingly serves ? I am not part of those who are sincere. I'm ill...... I'm jealous........ I envy......... It's wrong that I have such feelings. He never loved me. He never cared about me. He never paid attention to me. But he happily told her his good times with mbak Asri.

" I can't do it with another woman who's not mine"

" I can only do that with Dik Asri and you with Rin"

He said again by starting his activities with me.

I just kept quiet and let it happen to me. If I could refuse, it felt like I refused and gave my oath to him. If only I had dared to say no against his will. Aaaaaaahhhhhh I can't. I just turned my head and looked at the Resilient face as long as he did it to me. Only Tough makes me strong by his treatment who only demands my duty and is negligent by his obligation to me and Resilient. I don't feel a point - tears are flowing from my eyes. He saw it and rubbed it with his cheek.

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