Last Mate

Last Mate
22. Wedding Gifts



***It's like dusty glass


Don't clean it too hard


It will easily crack and break


Later it is easily cloudy and stained


It is like dusty glass


Don't be too gentle cleaning it


It is like a jewel of beauty


Touch her heart with tenderness


It's as smooth as silk in the clouds


Keep his heart patiently***


***Temple to him


But don't spoil it too much


Be strict when he is wrong


But do not hurt his heart


Be patient when facing it


Accept it with sincerity


Because it's dusty glass


Hope you find her


Entrust iman***


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Arumi sat down beside the bed with her arms around her legs. His face was draped between his hands. His body trembled because of his sobs.


His heart hurts. He never imagined if the husband who had been married to him would be able to yell at him. Just an explanation is not heard, so he has to how.


The sound of the door creaking opened, making him unwillingly raise his face. Her eyes and tears in her eyes, made her vaguely see the figure she loved had just entered into their room.


Then Arumi stood up, she approached her husband and hugged him. But, like there's something different. His embrace this time did not get a reply from both hands burly full of warmth. Even so Arumi did not care.


"Mas.. I-I can clear everything. I wasn't the one who hurt my mom. I can't do that."


He tried to explain that he was innocent. But her heart was like it was sliced when she got no answer from her husband. Could her husband not believe it? It can't be, he must have believed it.


"Mas, I hope you believe me if I don't do it. I can't hurt my mom."


"It's hard for me to believe it."


Deg. His heart was in pain, upon hearing that sentence. A feeling of tightness in each cavity in his lungs. Arumi immediately took off her embrace on Akhtar. He retreated a step back, his tears just plunged again. She could not lift her head to look at her husband.


Ah, he must have heard wrong. No way, there was no way a man who also loved her and had promised to trust each other would say that. Yeah, he must have heard wrong. Arumi assures herself of the reality, that she misheard.


Arumi forced herself to pull her lips to smile. "Mas not possible, don't believe me? I heard it wrong, right? Answer yes mas, if I heard wrong." pity, the answer he wanted did not get. Akhtar speaks a thousand languages.


Suddenly Arumi felt her body relax. She eventually fell down in front of her husband. "Not me y-who did it. Bu-not me." muttered Arumi stammered because of her sobs.


Akhtar's heart also felt pain when he saw the woman he loved weakly before him. He wanted to wipe away the tears that had flowed soaked his beautiful face. But his body was unable to move and he could only stay in place.


It was very difficult for Akhtar to believe everything. Tania is her mother who raised her from childhood. On the other hand, Arumi is his wife who he loves. Arumi was meek and it was impossible to do such a vile thing. But it was difficult for him to avoid it again because he saw in his wife's hands there was evidence of his actions.


"I'm sure you can't do it."


Hearing that, Arumi immediately raised her head. His eyes sparkled brightly, he smiled. Arumi knew her husband would believe her. The next instant, the smile disappeared instantly as she heard her husband's statement again.


"Mama's still very shaken. Go home to your mother until she is completely calm. Tomorrow morning I'll take you there."


After saying that, Akhtar immediately left Arumi just like that. It was hard to say that, but for the good of his mother he had to do it. If Arumi was still at home, her mother would always feel scared. Therefore Akhtar asked Arumi to go home to his mother first so that his mother was calm and after that he would pick Arumi back.


Like a knife slashed, sick but no wound. Injured but not bleeding. That's how Arumi feels. Fly into the clouds and immediately drop.


Arumi*** chest, he was unable to withstand the turmoil of his wounded heart. She could not believe her husband would say that. Isn't that the same as not believing it. Then why did he say he believed her if he didn't.


After Akhtar's departure, Arumi cried. Very tight in his chest. Because he cried for a long time, finally Arumi fell asleep because of his fatigue.


On the other hand, booming laughter filled the room. A victory was finally in his hands. He was very happy for what happened. "Finally the bitch left the house. Haha. If you know that, from the beginning I should have done it. Huh."


***


It was still dark, Arumi's eyes slowly opened. His head hurt from crying all night. He picked up his phone on the nightstand next to his bed and looked at his digital clock.


03.45 On the screen of the phone. Then he got up and looked next to her. There's no one. Turns out her husband didn't come home last night or didn't go back to his room.


Arumi smiled wryly to find the reality so painful. He quickly got out of his sleep and cleaned up. Shortly after, he went into the kitchen and prepared a meal for breakfast. Yes, the last breakfast for her husband.


Because it was still very early in the morning, so Ririn also did not wake up. Arumi also works alone. A few moments later, the dish was ready on the table. Then Arumi cleaned up the remnants of his activities.


Arumi went back to her room and tidied her clothes in the suitcase. Because Akhtar did not believe it so free he survived and continued to explain the mistakes he never made. Arumi had already decided to leave just like her husband had requested.


Before leaving Arumi took the time to use a tool from Ririn, which he had previously asked to buy. After carrying out the instructions listed on the packaging, Arumi finally got the results.


He smiled as he stroked his stomach, but also cried from a bitter reality. After that Arumi also came out of the house while dragging her suitcase. But before actually leaving, Arumi looked at the house that was once warm and full of sweet memories with her husband.


"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry I can't be a good wife to you. Thank you for loving me, for accepting all my flaws. The beginning of our meeting was indeed unintentional and the beginning of our marriage was also forced. But my love for you is genuine and real. I'll go, take care of your health and be fine."


Arumi rubbed her cheek as her tears fell back. Without lingering any longer, Arumi pulled her suitcase and left the house. The house that bears witness to their love.


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