Love Wrong Target

Chapter 70 The Passage of Namira

The woman looked at the room she had been in for months. The room is not so many beautiful memories there, because the wedding in the street is just a wedding on paper. There is no love that underlies the relationship between them first.

A marriage that was initiated by compulsion because it obeyed the will of his father. But he did not expect that the marriage would end so soon.

Lie if he does not feel the slightest pain of this separation. Of course there is a pain in the heart. I don't know why, he doesn't understand either.

Namira opened a large closet in the room. Where one side there are many clothes her husband neatly arranged in it, while on the other side contains her clothes that she brought when she first set foot in this house, there are also several pieces of new clothes that Rafka buys that he rarely wears.

Namira picked up the suitcase in the corner of the room, then stuffed her clothes with an erratic feeling.

Today he decided to leave this house, because he is no longer one of the family members here. Her relationship with her husband is over, and her husband wants it all, so she thinks she has no right to stay in this house.

After finishing packing the clothes into the suitcase, Namira drags the suitcase slowly to get out of the room she used to live in with Rafka, even though they never sleep in the same bed.

Namira closed the room door slowly then walked down the stairs to get out of there.

Before leaving, he took the time to say goodbye to the two domestic assistants in the house, who had helped him a lot during his stay in this house. At least he should be grateful for all the good they have done so far.

"Bik Imas, bik Siti, "call Namira to the two housekeepers as they are seen cutting vegetables.

"Non Namira's? what's the matter non? can we help you?" bik Imas said he did not pay too much attention that his employer's wife was carrying a suitcase behind her. But the bik Siti who found out about it immediately nudged the arm of her co-worker to give the code.

"Where is Namira going? how about carrying that big suitcase?" ask Bik Siti because bik Imas does not ngeh also with the code he gave.

"Where are non Namira going?" bik Imas only understood after Bik Siti asked directly to her employer's wife.

"I want to say goodbye to Imas, Bik Siti. Sorry if while I'm here often bother you. And also thank you for helping me a lot in this house" Namira said with sadness.

"Where is non-Namira going? how the hell is that? is non Namira going out of town?" bik Imas did not understand Namira's words, while bik Siti seemed to understand a little about what was going on.

"I have to leave this house bik, because me and Rafka sir will be separated soon" Namira really strengthens her heart to say the sentence.

"Astaghfirullah's.."

"Oh Allah..What happened non? isn't everything okay?!" the responses of the two housekeepers were almost the same, they were very surprised to hear it from Namira's mouth. Because according to their knowledge, Rafka and Namira never seen a big fight, what else is hostile to each other.

In their eyes, the two masters were adem alone in their marriage, although they rarely saw romance between the two of them like a newly married couple in general.

They thought, both of them did have a shy nature, so rarely showing affection in public, they never thought that it would be like this in the end.

"Can't you think about non?" bik Imas said he was concerned.

"I also don't know bik, I came out of this house also to calm myself"

"Then, we pray that the problems of Mr. Rafka and non-Namira are quickly resolved and can not return to this house" bik Imas prayer wholeheartedly that in amini by the bik Siti as well.

Namira only smiled slightly in response to the words of Imas, He himself did not know what his heart wanted.

After saying goodbye to the two, Namira also stepped foot towards the car parked in the front yard. He put the suitcase he had brought into the trunk and closed it again.

After that he opened the car door and sat behind the steering wheel to actually go away from this place.

Before stepping on the gas pedal, he looked towards the classic-style mansion for a little while, then left with a wound on his heart.

*Goodbye Rafka, maybe after this we will never meet again..

Live happily, because you deserve it..

Sorry for bringing you into my weird life..*

Namira drives her car at a speed that is splitting the city streets that are getting dark. He didn't know where he was headed or where he was going, but he kept driving. Until it did not feel like he had been circling around the street for almost an hour, he finally decided to go to his boutique.

He thought it was the safest and most suitable place for him right now. Because if he came home to his parents, then surely papa and his mother will shower him with many questions that he feels unable to answer for now.

I don't think he can tell all that happened to his parents. Although Rafka wants this breakup, and her parents certainly won't blame her, but still, she's not ready to face it.

Namira boutiques are still operating at this hour, as the closing time is usually at nine p.m. And at hours like this usually the condition of the boutique is crowded visitors to shop.

Namira goes into a boutique that he rarely goes to lately because of some problems he has to face. He chose to enter through the back door, so that his employees did not know that he was there.

I don't know why he is being lazy to deal with so many people right now. He just called one of his trusted employees to just let him know that he had come there.

He went straight into the room in the boutique, then dropped his body on his bed in that place, without cleaning himself first.

Not felt, suddenly his tears just pooled in the eye without him noticing. He also did not understand why he could be such a crybaby like this.