Married To An Ex

Afternoon

The twilight sky accompanied the afternoon time, Risa stood on the balcony of the room. He had just returned home from his parents' home this afternoon after he had an argument with Juna that forced him to go to the hospital. Risa thought, Juna was too much, even though she only felt nauseous for a moment.

The sound of the door opening, a man entered the room.

Risa turned her head, looking at her husband who was seen stepping closer to her.

“Honey,” call Juna while hugging his wife from behind.

“What's up?” ask Risa.

“I love you,” said Juna.

“Apaan anyway. I said it straight away, I know you want to say something,” said the wife.

Juna chuckled, the man then kissed Risa's neck at a glance.

“So I was on the phone with Doctor Ali,” Juna said.

“You were told to the hospital?” guess Risa. The woman then turned around, facing her husband.

Juna nodded, his hands moving tidying up Risa's hair that was hit by the afternoon wind.

“There is a patient who must be operated on later tonight, Doctor Ali asked me to be his assistant for this operation,” explained Juna, his hands are still busy playing Risa's hair, Risa, the man's eyes could not even be separated from looking at his wife. “Honey, you are very beautiful anyway,” added the man while cupping his wife, anxious.

Risa thaws, she removes Juna's hand from her face. “Ya already hunted go to hospital,” said Risa.

“Eh? How to ngusir anyway? You're angry, huh?” juna asked, frowning.

“No, who is angry?” kilah Risa, the woman then walked past her husband, she stepped towards her bed, sitting there quietly.

“What time is it?” ask Risa later.

Juna turned around, looked at him, then approached his wife again.

“Lack of knowing for sure, if the operation is complete, I go straight home,” replied Juna, “why? You don't want me to stay for long, huh?” goda.

“Asaan anyway, really so people,” sneer Risa.

Juna again chuckled, the man then rubbed the top of his wife's head, “You're not nauseous anymore, right?”

Risa shook her head slowly, “No, I don't pa-pa,” she replied.

“Thank God,” said Juna, “ya already, I want to take a shower, you ready to wear clothes for me yes, my wife. Your husband wants to go to work,” said as he rolled his eyes flirtatious.

Risa rolled her eyeballs off guard, the woman then got up from her seat, “Iya, already there shower, you smell,” said Risa.

Juna smiled widely, the man then kissed the corner of his wife's lips flash. “I love you,” he said. Then, he stepped quickly into the bathroom.

“Ish, the man,” annoyed Risa, “nyebelin,” her timp while holding her blushing cheeks.

***

His hands began to knock on the cafe table, the glass containing cappucino coffee in front of him was empty, he drank it up.

“Do I make you wait a long time?” ask a voice, Runa. He stood to the right of Deon.

Deon turned his head, looking at the woman from top to bottom. Her clothes were very glamorous, reflecting that the woman had just attended a party.

“Sorry, make you wait a long time,” said Runa while sitting in front of Deon, his eyes caught a cappucino coffee glass belonging to Deon that has run out, a sign that the man had been waiting for him for a long time.

“I have to attend my friend's birthday party, therefore I came late. Sorry,” bright Runa.

Deon exhaled heavily, the man then leaned back on the chair he was sitting on.

“If it wasn't because Papa could meet Mama more often, I wouldn't want to see you, let alone accept this matchmaking,” Deon murmured.

“Ya?” ask Runa.

Deon did not reply, the man chose to take a long breath.

“Live to the point aja,” said Deon, the man then threw a brown envelope in front of Runa.

“What is this?” ask Runa while taking the envelope.

“Letter of our marriage contract agreement,” explains Deon.

Runa frowned, “Jadi ... You mean, you want to accept our parents' matchmaking?”

“Not accept, rather forced to accept the matchmaking,” Deon explained.

“What's in it for me?”

“We can vent feelings for each other,” Deon said.

“Witness feelings? On what basis?”

“Love we both clap one hand,” Deon said.

Runa chuckled, “I don't feel that way,” she said.

“Whatever, in essence, the man who used to love you no longer loves you, what's the difference with clapping one hand?”

Runa was throbbing, eager to dismiss that fact, but a fact he could not be tepis, because it was the reality.

“OK, I agree, but I want to apply some terms if we get married later,” said Runa.

“Ya, please, as long as it does not harm me.”

“Oke, first, there is no love in our marriage, and second, there are no children in our marriage, which means ... third, I do not want physical contact with you, or—more vulgar, which means, eliminate the word intimate relationship in our marriage,” explained Runa.

Deon smiled obliquely, “Oke, you think I'm interested in touching you? Cih, absolutely not,” said Deon. The man then got up from his chair, “I go first. Because you've made me wait a long time. So, you pay for the coffee,” said Deon, after which he breezed away.