Love At the End of Ramadan

Chapter 8. Ruffled

Kirana moved her legs cheerfully after entering the terrace area of her residence. The woman's face looks sparkling after knowing the car of her parents is parked in the carport. As a sign that in this afternoon both have returned from their respective activities.

"Godhhhh  ... It just so happened that my mom and dad were home. I'm planning on taking them out to dinner."

The woman was heard singing softly while swinging her legs. Nothing could make him happy like this but to be able to return to his family's arms. However, the singing stopped. The happy sparkle that emanated from his face instantly disappeared when his net saw there was an awkwardness that occurred in his residence.

"Bik Sum, Mr Dirman why are you standing here? And your faces why do you look so panicked?"

Kirana looked questioningly at the visible body language of the two people who worked in this residence. That question was what made Sumi and Dirman slightly stunned. The two of them threw eyes at each other like two people in confusion to give an answer.

"Anu Non ... that's anu..."

"Anu what Bik? Try saying something clear!"

Kirana was made to wonder about what was really going on. It was not unusual for this housekeeper in his residence to show a face framed by this kind of fear, anxiety. That's what makes me curious half to death.

"Anu Non .. mother and father..."

Sumi's speech was trimmed when she heard a fragment of something coming from the mother's room. It was that sound that made Kirana's body aghast instantly. Not only that, the scream of the mother also slightly echoed until it was heard to where Kirana was standing at this time.

Kirana's head slightly looked up towards the mama's room. "Mama why Bik? What happened to mom?"

"That's Non, Madam.."

Not yet Sumi gave an answer, Kirana had already run up the stairs. The woman took wide footsteps to get to her room.

Kirana's footsteps stopped in front of the door of her room. The sound of things breaking and the scream of the mama actually made his legs loose instantly. Until in the end the woman shed her body in front of the door of the room with the roar of tears flowing from the frame of the net.

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Prangs... Prangs... Prang...!!!

One of the rooms in a classic European-style house that previously looked so neat, now looks like a mess like a ship that has just been hit by a tsunami wave. All the stuff was on the floor. Not even a few glassware in this room was smashed into pieces. And only leaves glass fragments that if you are not lucky, the debris can hurt the feet of people who are passing.

A woman is seen sitting on the floor leaning her body on the edge of the bed. Hair's messy. His face was puffy with a trail of dried up tears. Both of his eyes look red as a sign that from then on he had been relentless shedding tears. His appearance was completely chaotic. Like someone who was being hit by a tidal wave that threw him into the deepest sea trough.

"Stop San. All of this stuff can run out in your hands!"

Arman who had just arrived home a while was really surprised by the condition of his private room that had turned messy like this. After Santi chose to leave the foodcourt some time ago, Arman also left the area. He rushed home with the intention to be able to immediately solve all these problems.

"I don't care. Let all this stuff run out without any rest. Just like you did to me. Destroyed without a soul."

With great care, Arman crossed through this room. The man even had to tiptoe so that the soles of his feet would not be exposed to the scattered pieces of glass everywhere. He chose to stand in one corner of the room.

"San Enough, enough! I bought these things with no small amount of money. Why did you destroy it like this?!"

Santi smiled bitterly in front of the man who is currently still legally her husband. "You see Mas? These scattered pieces of glass were like the state of my heart at this moment. He was smashed to pieces and would never be able to return to his original state again. And you know what the cause is? The cause is you. You're the one who cheated on me behind my back."

Arman ruffled his hair in frustration. He did not expect that things would be this complicated. He thought he could separate well with his wife. But in reality this kind of pettiness that he faced.

"I told you that I'm tired of living in a household with you, San. I'm tired of it. I want to find a new atmosphere by making love with other women. And that's all I found inside Stella."

Melt tears back flowing profusely from the eye peluk Santi. The husband's words were truly like sharp daggers stabbing his heart. Draining the blood of invisible wounds that increasingly gnawed at his inner strength.

"Why don't you ever say that you're bored with me? Why are you hiding all this from me, from Kirana?"

"What did you say? Haven't found the right time yet? That means that if I didn't catch you wet with that woman, you were living with me and Kirana with that fake mask?"

Arman. "That's..."

Arman's tongue felt so faint as if unable to say a word. Hearing Kirana's words made her heart slightly pinched.

Netra Santi who previously stared at Arman's face, now stared intensely at a small frame that was in his hand. A frame with a photograph showing Kirana's seventeen-year anniversary. Again Santi's tears flowed down every curve of his face.

"Is this all for me and for Kirana, Mas? We who have considered you as the most perfect man we have turned out to be the most evil man because it has stuck the deepest wound into our bodies.

"I'm..."

"Our years together. The salt acid of our lives passes together. Falling, limping and standing again we go together. Until you are at a point of success like this. And it was all defeated just by boredom? Where's your conscience, man?"

"I'm..."

"If you're bored of me you should have told me all that. So I can fix everything. But why did you choose a way to find another outlet by cheating?"

Over and over Santi vented all the flames of fury burning in his chest. Anger that was previously held now he poured in front of Arman. Hoping for a legitimate man to be her husband understands and understands that a marriage that has not been running for twenty-seven years ends horribly like this.

Santi looked back at Arman's body which was still in silent mode, silent and glued. The middle-aged man's eyes turned red and dew spots began to gather at the corners of his eyes. Not taking long, a drop of dew from Arman's netra frame began to fall one by one.

"By Kirana, I will forgive you and accept you back to live with us. However, can you leave that woman Mas? Leave that woman and cut off your relationship with that cheap woman!"

Arman shook his head. Although Santi's words managed to open the door of a closed heart, but until anytime he could not leave Stella.

 "No San. I can't do all that!"

"Why Mas? Why can't you leave that woman?"

Arman rubbed his face rough. Right now, he was actually in a pinch situation. "Stella's pregnant, San. He's got my flesh and blood!"

Hearing the words coming out of Arman's mouth made Santi's body tremble even more. He was crying so much. He screamed loudly. Which is a sign that he has lost a landslide with the heartless woman. What a wound that he felt now, felt increasingly torn his fragile soul.

While the woman standing in front of the room door increasingly lost her soul power. The bones in his body seemed to be crushed simultaneously until he chose to drop his body weight to rest on the floor.

The white walls of this room seemed to be the support of Kirana's body that was sat down with her tears flowing down. His body was like being hit by thousands of arrows that stuck right in his chest. Although invisible, but really the words that came out of the mouth of the father had really managed to destroy his soul.

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