Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 52
The hero only glanced at a glance, not reading the finished contents. Just looking at the trial schedule that he had to attend. Without reading the whole, Wira knew that the letter contained a summons to attend the trial.
“We're done, Nai. Your service to me is only this limited. Your struggle to maintain our marriage is only this.”
Wira massaged the base of her nose. Swiping away the pile that had filled his desk since. With both elbows resting on the table, Wira covered her face with both palms.
“Does my fight have to end here?” Wira said slowly.
His left hand pulled out his desk drawer, pulled out a black map and threw it on the table. In the first sheet are the results of the Nola DNA test, before birth. That was the beginning of all the disasters in his household.
On the second and subsequent sheets are the results of DNA tests from several hospitals, which he secretly did without Stevi's knowledge. And the result remains the same. In the last sheet is Stevi's data that the man sent, but it did not produce anything. There is no data on Stevi's involvement with other men, no meeting Stevi with a foreign man other than the last known named Dennis Wijaya.
And it was only seen a few times, there is no data about Dennis Wijaya, other than the son of the late Andi Wijaya who was also briefly married to Stevi's mother.
Closing the rough black map in front of her, Wira grabbed her phone and contacted Naina. That connecting tone sounded so pitiful, ringing softly heart-wrenching.
“Nai ... Mas has received the love letter that Nai sent,” he said slowly after hearing a soft voice from across.
“Sorry Mas.” Naina says. Tucked guilt in one corner of his heart when he heard the tone of Wira's speech.
“Why not forgive me yet, Nai?” ask Wira.
“I'm sorry, Mas.”
“Why it should be this hard, Nai. Can't lower your ego a little bit. We don't have to go to the stairs for two days. Five years, Nai,” said Wira, still persuading with his words.
“I'm sorry, Mas.”
The apology repeatedly came out of Naina's lips, there was no other word she could say. All the words of the Hero are answered with a piece of apology. Until the call is interrupted, Naina can only say sorry.
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A week after receiving the summons, Wira and Naina attend their first trial. So far, the two are still living together, still sharing a bed together. Nothing has changed. In fact, going to court was still together, hand in hand as usual.
Mr. Johan's smile was so bright that he welcomed the two. Experiencing Wira and Naina while talking for a while before entering the trial. At least he did not expect that this court process would continue. The middle-aged man briefly gasped as Naina, who was sitting on the other side unaccompanied by anyone, stated steadily that she would continue the process.
“Pak Wira, is this serious? Don't you guys look all right?” whispered the lawyer sitting next to his client.
The hero nodded slowly, looking at Naina from a distance. His wife sat there alone. Cowering with both hands squeezing each other over the lap. As the party who sued her and the opponent in the trial, Naina was alone without anyone. No lawyers, relatives or family to accompany.
“Is it untenable, Sir?” the lawyer asked, still refusing to believe.
Hero nodded.
Thus, the first trial passed with the determination of Naina. The woman did not falter at all. Even at the next hearing with the mediation agenda, Naina remained unmoved. Keep believing his decision. There is no meeting point, Naina still insists and Wira can not force.
The hero as the defendant at that time came with both of his parents. Everything stays the same. Nothing has changed. Even the hardness of Naina's heart still remains the same, despite having been persuaded by both of Wira's parents.
The days pass so quickly. After undergoing a series of processes, finally the awaited day arrived. During the trial process, Naina still serves the needs of the Hero. The hero is still behaving the same. Keep holding Naina every night, telling a lot of things as if nothing happened. No one has raised the issue of divorce.
This morning, both of them woke up with the burden of parting gathering in the chest. Both of them have not slept well since last night. Today is the final trial of a series of processes that they have been going through for weeks. This afternoon's hearing is on the judge's decision-making agenda, which means that when Naina's divorce suit is accepted, their story will be over with the hammering of the judge.
“Nai, you're up, honey?” ask Wira. The man woke up when he felt movement on the side of his bed.
“Yes, Mas. I want to cook Mas's favorite food this morning,” said Naina slowly. Resisting the feeling he had been holding back for a few days. Don't think it's not hard for him, he even has to strengthen his heart. However, there was another side of him that pushed to stay apart.
“Stay here only, Nai. Mas want to hug you .. This might be the last time,” said Wira. The man had tried to resign from the beginning of entering the trial, although he was still trying to do everything persuading and seducing.
Naina according to, re-immersed herself into the decrees of the Hero. Yes, this might be the last time, he could enjoy the warmth of the handsome man who had always been showering him with much love for the past five years.
“Nai, in case we still have to separate. Stay here with Mbok Sumi. Mas has asked the lawyer to change ownership of the house and car on your behalf. Everything in this house is in your name,” said Wira, tightening his embrace.
Naina quiet.
“Mas has asked the new secretary Mas to drain the balance in Mas's personal account and move it to your account.”
“No need, Mas. Nai does not need anything,” said Naina half refused.
“Already, don't think about.” Wira stared sadly at the suitcases containing her clothes that will be brought when she goes to court. The two suitcases had been standing upright in the corner of the room since two days ago. If they had to get divorced today, it would mean that tonight he would never come back to this house again, giving up everything for Naina.
“Cium Mas Now Nai. Maybe this is the last one,” pinta Wira.
Without protesting, Naina kissed her husband's lips. Warm and deep. The embrace is getting tighter and possessive. Sharing this almost month-long feeling and longing is hidden in the hearts of both of them. When the two lips meet each other, try to be honest through touch. Expressing feelings through lip contact, the longer the hotter. Love and passionate desire.
Naina draped her hands around the neck of the Hero, enjoying touch after touch the soft hands that were now playing around on her back.
“Nai, Mas love you. Very ...” whispered Wira in between her voluptuous kiss.
“Me too, Mas,” Naina said with a hunting breath, as the kiss of the lips provoked a long-buried passion and longing.
Just now that Wira was about to deepen her kiss, suddenly Naina pushed her rudely. Jump down from the bed and run to the bathroom. Spilling out his stomach. The nausea and vomiting attacked him suddenly.
The hero can only gawk. The man's brain was almost crazy when his passion was provoked. Weeks of fasting, suddenly allowed to try sweets. It felt like he already wanted to devour the main menu.
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