Love At the End of Ramadan

Chapter 7. Storms

Santi swung his legs to be able to cut the distance created between where he stood with the husband who was sitting with a woman. His heart was still so pronounced. Offset with a sense of tightness that is retained and like a trigger for clear bulir flowing profusely from his eye fertilizers. Like a dike that broke down due to flash floods, the tears were overflowing and could not be controlled.

Brakk!!!!

"What are you doing?!"

Santi kicked down the table in front of him. Creating a sound that is quite deafening successful ear makes the woman as the center of attention. Several pairs of eyeballs around Santi were fixed towards him.

The sudden arrival of Santi managed to make the bodies of Arman and Stella aghast instantly. Those who previously held hands and dissolved in the existing intimacy now both let go of each other's grasp. They both got up from their sitting positions.

"Santi?!"

"Yes, it's me. Wh why? Are you surprised that I was able to be in this place?"

The bad feeling that almost a month later was felt by Santi, in the end he found the answer. Not wanting to be constantly shackled by bad premonitions, the middle-aged woman took the initiative to follow where the husband went. Until in the end, this woman is the answer to all the changes in attitude revealed by Arman.

The presence of Santi really makes Arman can not dwell at all. Suddenly confusion reigns over what attitude he must take. However, he tried to remain calm to be able to control the situation.

"San, sit down first. I'll explain everything to you!"

Santi smiled cynically with tears still non-stop flowing. His chest rumbled like the rolls of waves that broke the beach.

"No need to explain anything. What I saw was enough to make me understand about the cheating you were doing behind my back!"

"San, this can all be..."

 Arman's speech was trimmed when the wife's legs approached Stella and without many words...

Plaque...!

"Ohhhhhh..."

A loud slap, successfully landed on Stella's cheek. The woman immediately complained while turning her face after the sensation of pain began to spread to meet the nerves in the cheeks.

"This slap deserves you, cheap lady. You deserve it!"

Arman was stunned by what Santi was doing. Gegas, the middle-aged man pulled the hand of the woman who had accompanied his life for twenty-seven years.

"Stop San! You shouldn't have done this to Stella. You've hurt him!"

The word that is said from the lips of Arman, in fact, increasingly makes the heart of Santi increasingly throbbing pain. The man who he had considered the most perfect husband figure, turned out to be much more defensive of a cheap woman like the one standing in front of him.

"Oh ... So this woman's name is Stella? It's great that she can make you defend her."

Santi pulls off Arman's hand. Highlight the eyes that previously looked at the face of the husband, now he aimed at Stella who was still faithfully holding her cheek.

"Do you know that this man in front of you already has a wife and children? Do you not practice until you dare to live a relationship with a married man? That's how you became the happiness-grabbing woman of another woman?"

Stella stared at Santi's face. One corner of his lips lifted as if to emphasize that he was not too afraid of snapping the legitimate wife of his lover.

"I don't care what you say. Just so you know, you are just an old woman who is no longer attractive in the eyes of Arman. Therefore, Arman pursued me and wanted to replace your position."

Like a gasoline that hit a spark, the anger in Santi's chest flared uncontrollably. Even the group of people who stood around was unable to quell the growing anger. He grabbed a glass containing orange juice on the table and.....

Pyuurr!!!

"Ohhhhhhh...!"

"Mas ... Your wife is really brash. He hurt me!"

Arman was increasingly stunned to see Stella's face was filled with orange juice doused by Santi. The man's face grew red as if he was harboring anger. He hugged her for Stella.

"What the fuck are you San? Why did you water Stella with that juice?"

"You want what you are? You don't accept if your lover I treat you like this? Then what about me? What about my mind that you've torn like this? What blinded your heart? Whahuh? And for you cheap woman, are you not self-conscious about your position as a housewarming woman?"

Still drowning in Arman's arms, Stella tries to chim in with Santi's increasingly vibrating speech. "You should be self-conscious. You're no longer attractive in the eyes of Arman. So, let go of Arman. Don't torture him by having a bland relationship with you!"

Santi's eyes turned to Arman's face. Stella's words slightly opened her mind about what was at the root of this storm.

"What does this woman really say? You're bored with me? And I'm no longer pulling in your eyes?"

At first glance, Arman seems to think about what answers he should give to Santi. The face of the man was completely illegible as if he was in a dilemma. But before long Arman seemed to throw a little rough breath and a second later, nodding his head.

"Yes, I'm tired of you San. I'm tired of living a household life with you. I feel like I want to find a new atmosphere. And that's what I found inside Stella."

"If you feel bored, why do you still treat me and Kirana well Mas? Why is it as if you were wearing a fake mask while in front of me and Kirana?"

"That's all just a formality. Formality that I am the husband and father of Kirana. My feelings and heart are no longer on your side!"

As he heard the lightning during the day, Arman's words further ravaged his heart. A lump of lifeless meat seemed to be crushed and become fragments of wounds that increasingly felt slashing his body. His body shook again. I can't believe what came out of this guy's lips.

"Say it again! Tell me again that you do not love me and want me out of your life. Say it!"

Santi tried to strengthen himself to hear back what Arman had previously said. He felt that the words spoken from Arman's lips were only words that were not based on common sense. Santi is sure that Arman is currently just lost.

Again Arman breathed a rough breath. This time, he stared fixedly at Santi's bead eyes. To ensure that he does not have any feelings for the woman who has accompanied the journey of his life for twenty-seven years.

"I don't love you anymore, Santi. And after this get out of my life!"

Increasing rapidly, the roar of tears flowing from Santi's eye fertilizers. The tears seemed unwilling to stop flowing, and signaled that the woman was currently injured. Santi looked at Arman's face. At this time he was more aware that from the look of the eyes of the man there was no more love left for him. Then his gaze turned toward the woman who was still loyal in Arman's arms.

Stella's face did not reveal the expression of someone who felt guilty. The woman's face revealed an expression of victory. Won, because he managed to become a thorn in his marriage with Arman. And victory, because he had become a storm that managed to ravage the household that had been twenty-five years he woke up with his beloved husband.

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