Lover (Brain) Halal

The Injured Star

Alza came home with a crumpled face. On the terrace Dira was waiting. I don't know when that woman was there. Alza did not look at Dira at all, directly into the house. Dira followed behind.

"Mas, where were you?" tanya Dira sped up the pace. However, it came to a halt as Alza closed the door of the room. Dira was silent in place.

A few minutes later, Alza went outside. He's changed his clothes. Again he passed Dira just like that.

"Where else are you going?" Dira continues to follow her husband. She never thought of seeing her husband.

"I'm staying at the hospital. Don't wait for it." Alza got into the car and left Dira alone.

Dira's body slumped to the floor. His eyes were sore, with all his might held back the liquid that was about to fall. "Mas Alza, I love you. Very." Very." Tears were unstoppable, flooding his cheeks and hijab.

The next morning Dira woke up when the dawn of Azan reverberated. He just realized that he slept all night on the sofa. Dira widens the eyes, but it feels heavy. Ah, her eyes were swollen from crying last night.

Dira washes his face brushing his teeth then ablaze. He also prayed fervently. Her prayer remains the same expecting the miracle of love from the husband. A family that loves each other and lives happily.

The roar of the car made him flinch. Hurriedly he peeked out of the door handle hole. It's Alza. Dira hesitantly opens the key. However, he did not open the door, but returned to the room.

"Dira!" Alza's screams. He closed the door again. Without wasting any time, he entered the room. There Dira sat cross-legged on top of a container. He glanced at it and then resumed dhikr.

"Today we go to papa's house." That's just the word out of the man's mouth. He then went outside again.

Dira rubs his face. To papa's house? There must be nothing. Bad thoughts begin to emerge. However, Dira shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

***

"What's!? Company certificate? You're nuts! It's the same way you want papa to die!" Adi got up from his seat. He looked at the child just like that. I don't know what's on his mind.

"Pa .. This is for the welfare of your child and your daughter's life, right?" Alza's shoulders slumped. "Don't you want your son and your daughter to be happy? Said Dira's favorite daughter-in-law."

"Yes, papa knows. But I can-"

"Can we suffer?" cut Alza quickly.

Adi sir took a long breath. He looked at his daughter-in-law who was silent. "Yes, already. Papa will sign .. This is for papa's favorite son-in-law." Adi smiled broadly.

Dira raised his face. Eyes glazed. Not sad, but painful. That's a sign that he's also going to part with Alza, right? Alza will get the inheritance and divorce her.

"Heh, even cry. Papa promised my best friend and also to myself. Will do anything for the happiness of Dira," said Mr. Adi softly.

Dira is no longer strong enough to hold the stuffing. He slid into the arms of my father-in-law. A man who is considered to be like his real father. "Papa." That's all that sounds at the same time sobs are roaring.

Alza stared at them without blinking. Heart's full. What will be done right?

"Attent, yeah. Papa take the letter first." Mr. Adi unravels the hug. He got up and rushed to the room. Dira removes the liquid that soaks the cheeks. The front of the triangular hijab is also wet.

Shortly afterwards Mr. Adi returned with a blue map and pen. Put on the table. "Try reading!" tell him to Alza.

The man wearing the plaid blue shirt immediately took. The corner of his lips lifted. "Ok, according to papa's promise." Alza closed the map.

"Hm." The papa just mendehem.

"Come home?" Mr. Adi raised the next eyebrow. The look did not like to be clearly reflected.

"Papa, you know I have to go to the office." Alza reasoned.

Dira. She knew Alza couldn't wait to go to the hospital. Dira knew her husband wanted to see his lover. Dira's heart seemed to be pierced by a dagger. It hurts!

"Dira here. Later if you have come home from the office just picked up. Pity him at home. Here, there will be papa and Bi Ining," suggested Mr. Adi.

Alza. If Dira lives in the house of the father, it means he can not be free to go home at any time. "En, Pa. I will be home at night. So, if Dira lives here she's afraid"

"There's no buts! Anyway, you'll pick up Dira later. Today, is Tuesday. You also used to come home at noon," said Mr. Adi. He told Dira to rest in Alza's old room. Alza was on the spot.

"Where, anyway?" He clenched his hands, annoyed himself.

In Dira's room she shed tears again. His gaze swept across the entire room. He remembered, on the first night waiting for Alza who came home drunk. The next morning he got a hard slap on the cheek.

All remembered, sick.

The woman opened the Alza cloth closet first. Empty, like the man's feelings for her. Dira switched to drawer. There are some frames there. Out of curiosity, he took.

"Mas Alza ... Colos." That was all that came out of his trembling lips. Sob again and again. Dira's body on the floor. Dira never thought about love, but now when he knew love even hurt.

Love is strange, it can make a momentary laugh and a claustrophobic cry. Love can come easily, but it can be difficult to move. Can love be beautiful without sorrow? Can love be reciprocated without making anxious?

Love is love. You're driving everyone crazy. You changed everything in just a moment. Why do you have to exist?

Dira patted his chest hard. His pain was not worth the pain in his heart. The knock on the door made him jump and hurriedly get up. However, when he got up he forgot to take the picture frame y abg was placed in the lap until the object fell and broke.

"Non Dira!" Bi Ining's cry as it gets louder. He tried to push the door, but it was not locked. He almost slammed on the floor. Lucky to be arrested.

Bi Ining covered her mouth with her hands. "Photo Den Alza and Claudia broke." He approached.

"Let's go, Non. Let auntie clean up!" prevent Bi Ining from seeing Dira picking up one of the glass shards. The shape of Dira's index finger is bleeding.

"Non, his heart is bleeding. Uh, finger ...." Bi Ining's words swallowed.

Dira smiled miris. His heart was bleeding. Does not feel the clear droplets back dripping.

"Sorry, Non. Aunty didn't mean anything, it was really aunt's tongue sprained." Bi Ining regretted the words that went out without being filtered.

"What's wrong, Bi. It hurts in the fingers not in the heart, hehe. " Dira was still trying to laugh among the tears. He wiped away the tears, but his blood was instead stuck to his cheek.

"His blood seeps into his cheeks, Non." Bi Ining rushed outside. Shortly thereafter, he returned with a P3K box.

Free to treat, the pain inside, Bi! Such was the cry of Dira, but only in the heart. She was not ready to tell anyone about her heart condition. I don't want anyone to know that he's hurt.

"Non ... Do you know? That Den Alza didn't like Claudia."