Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 53
“Nai, are you okay?” ask Wira. The man followed with a look of panic imprinted on his handsome face. Standing in the middle of the bathroom door, staring at the bent body that was draining the stomach contents. Only a clear liquid could be seen spilling from those tiny lips.
“Yes, Mas. Looks like I ate the wrong thing again.” Naina turns on the water faucet from the oval sink, soaking her mouth with a cold shower.
“Yakin, Nai?” ask the hero again, walking closer. Gave a gentle swipe at her back, trying to calm Naina down.
“Hmmm.”
“Do we go to the doctor, Nai. Mas worry.” Hero offers.
“Yes, if it still does not improve, I will stop by the hospital after the court.” Naina said slowly. Raising his gaze, staring at the reflection of sadness through the mirror before him. Highlighting the eyes of the Hero so pitiful, the twinkle dimmed and gloomy as the words of the court spelled out smoothly from Naina's lips.
“Nai, Mas is still not sincere.”
The two hands infiltrated, tracing the waist curves and locked tightly in Naina's stomach. So possessive and warm. “Mas ... still can't really let you go, Nai.”
The clear net was bowed, unable to have to face even though only through mirror reflection. Naina had a wound on the deepest side of her heart.
“I feel the same way too. But honestly, Mas .. to accept the presence of Nola as part of you is very hard for me, Mas. Heavy and painful. I can't be honest, Mas. I was hoping, I was the woman who gave you that happiness, but I was wrong. I wasn't destined for that. Imagining how Nola came into your life was painful, I couldn't think of it any further. I'm afraid I'm not strong. I'm sorry, I'm not that perfect. I can't accept Nola.”
Swiping softly on the clear liquid that forced her to come despite not being invited, Naina tried to smile in the midst of her cries. The crying that was trying to hide.
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The sun inched, slowly rising to the top of the throne. The roar of cars split the streets of the capital. Naina with her mini cooper, overtakes behind the black car of Wira. Their goal was the same, a magnificent building in the center of the city called the court of the land.
Entering side by side, even parking next to each other, the building still looks hollow. Only a few parked cars away. The hero went down first, tidying up his clothes. White shirt with black fabric pants. Shiny leather shoes with matching color. The black tie is striped in a small roll, dangling from the pocket of the shirt whose arms are folded over the elbow.
“Nai, come!” The handsome man with the sunglasses helped Naina open the car door. Stretched out her hand, preparing to hold Naina's hand
“Thank you, Mas.” Naina forced a smile. The move was heavy, it felt almost unable to walk in. Legs level with five-centimeter heels were shaking when stepping.
“Be careful Nai,” said Wira slowly, holding Naina inside. From a distance, Johan looks, Wira's lawyer welcomes the two.
“Aready?” tanyakanya.
“Will never be ready,” said Wira smiling bitterly, staring at the downcast Naina hiding the same sadness.
“Half hour session begins.” Johan said slowly.
The hands are still clutching each other, interlocked between fingers. Both are not willing to let go. Even walking into the trial room, it still grumbled.
“Mas, I'm there,” said Naina, pointing to the place where she usually sits at every trial. Sitting there alone. Splitting directions, Wira sits on the other side with Johan, her lawyer.
The chests of the two rumbled, as a few black-robed people walked in, taking places in the pulpit. The heart beat faster when the judge's hammer hit the table three times, meaning the trial with the agenda of reading the verdict between plaintiff Naina Pelangie against defendant Pratama Wirayudha was opened.
Naina was no longer able to think clearly. Even the opening sentence that the presiding judge spoke was not one he heard. His eyes were heating up, the petals flickering withstanding the gloomy clouds that were twitching. The images of the journey of his love story and the Hero whirled past before his eyes.
The same thing is felt by the hero. Ever since sitting restless, staring unblinkingly at his wife from a distance. Yes, a wife who might soon be an ex-wife in a matter of minutes.
In the middle of his concentration, there was suddenly a vibration from his pants pocket. Someone called his cell phone that was in silent mode. Staring at Johan, while reaching for his smart phone.
“Sorry,” whispered Wira, staring at her phone screen flashing. Incoming call from his secretary along with a message. Shifting slowly, choosing to read the incoming message amidst Johan's curious gaze.
Sir, there was an accident on the Jatinegara project. There's a death toll from our team.
Repeating the message once again, Wira was surprised after confirming to herself that she had not misread it.
“Pak Johan, can the trial be postponed? Or can I leave it with Mr Johan alone?” The panic was apparent, replacing the previously domineering grievances of grief.
“What's up?” asked Johan, the lawyer frowned.
“This!” whispered Wira, showing a message from the subordinates he had just received.
Johan nodded.
“Please, help me as much as you can. I still don't want my wedding done here. Please fight for me, sir,” Wira said, patting Johan on the shoulder before leaving the room.
The strongman was seen on the judge's table as Wira got up from her seat. Walk out of the courtroom without permission. Leaving her chauffeur, Wira stepped out towards the door. However, the man's footsteps came to a halt upon realizing something. Turn around to his wife.
“Nai, I have to go to the project, can not finish the trial today,” explained Wira, when eyes collided with eyes full of questions.
“What's up, Mas?” naina asked quietly, frowning.
“There was an accident on the project, Mas had to get there.” The hero bowed as he explained. Parallels her height with Naina's.
Yes, Mas,” Naina said again. There is a sense of unwillingness when releasing the Hero. It's his last seconds, it's possible that the next few minutes of his relationship and Wira are done.
“Mas be careful,” he said again gently and understandingly as usual.
“Yes, later Mas will inform you,” said Wira, forcing a smile. Framing Naina's face with her palm, before giving a kiss on the forehead of the woman who is still his wife. A warm, deep kiss, so full of feeling.
“Mas, go now,” saying goodbye Wira.
Naina nodded.
Wira's footsteps were heavy, as her eyes caught the look of Naina's disrelief. Knowing Naina was not a day or two, of course he understood the meaning of the gaze in his wife.
“Mas ...”
“Emmm.” The hero turned his head, as Naina's voice sounded again, greeting her gently.
“No, Mas be careful on the road. Don't panic, it must be fine.”
Hero nodded. Smiled before running towards the exit accompanied by Naina's sad gaze.
“Mas ...” The woman turned around, looking back following the movements of the Hero. Not wanting to lose his last seconds, as his burly back grew further and further away.
“Please look at me again, My husband,” whispered hopefully. Begging in despair, the Hero would turn around and look at him once more. Maybe this will be the last one.
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