METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE

Not Love, But Just Living Together

"Where's Mas Hengky, Ma?" ask Fisha to Madame Atmaja, as soon as she comes in and sees her mother-in-law.

"She went straight up and went into her room, honey. Where are you guys actually from? Didn't you guys go together?" Madam Atmaja looked at her daughter-in-law in full search.

"No, Ma. We go alone. Did Mas Hengky ask Fisha?" ask Fisha again with a heartbeat that is difficult to control.

"No, Son. Your husband went up and went into the room. What's wrong? Do you guys have a problem?" Madam Atmaja frowned.

"No, Ma. There's nothing. Fisha just went out for a while. Fear Mas Hengky nyariin Fisha so know Fisha is not in the room," said Fisha at that time.

"Yes already. Follow your husband there soon! She must have found you by now" said Madam Atmaja, who was immediately answered with a nod by Fisha.

Half-running, Fisha climbed the stairs leading to her room. His heart was beating very fast, faster than usual. How not? Even he had not prepared an answer if Hengky asked, where did Fisha go from.

"Oh, how is this? Mas Hengky will ask where I am going. No way, did I say that I was following him from earlier? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why don't I take into account if Mas Hengky will get to this house first?" the Phisha in the heart.

Yes, beyond the calculation of Fisha, Hengky did get into the house first, so it can be ascertained he was looking for the whereabouts of Fisha.

Once in front of her room, Fisha took a deep breath before finally reaching for the doorknob of her room and pulling it in a twisting motion. After the door opened, Fisha could see that Hengky was already sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed, and gazed towards Fisha who was walking towards her with a gaze that was very difficult to translate with words.

"Mas Hengky's home?" ask Fisha, as if before that nothing happened.

"Where have you been, honey? Didn't I ask you to wait for me, because before dinner I'll be home?" sahut Hengky with flat.

"Sorry Fisha, Mas. Fisha had a little business outside," Fisha replied.

"What business are you out there for?" hengky's tone sounded very unfriendly.

"That, Mas. Anu. Fisha ...," not a single idea came to Fisha's mind, to make an excuse to her husband.

"You admit that you're my best wife, right? Have we been married for a few months, you really haven't been able to recognize your husband, Fisha?" said Hengky, can not be guessed where the direction of the conversation went.

"Sorry Fisha, Mas. That was .. ," it was hard for Fisha to tell her husband honestly.

"So you followed me because you suspected that I had betrayed my two best friends. Isn't that so, Fisha? At first I didn't realize you were in that cafe. But when I was about to get out, I accidentally saw you sitting right next to my seat and Felix the criminal," said Hengky, cold.

"Sorry Fisha, Mas. It's not that Fisha suspects Mas Hengky. But ...,"

"But you don't believe me" interrupted Hengky before Fisha finished her sentence.

"Mas ...," Fisha moved closer to her husband. She even ventured to sit next to her husband and tried to grab his hand. But unexpectedly, Hengky threw his wife's hand just like that. Apparently he was really angry, being disappointed by the attitude of Fisha who did not believe him.

"I'm disappointed in you" Hengky turned his face away.

"Mas, don't be like this. Fisha please! Naturally, if Fisha guesses? Mas Hengky was not behaving as usual. Mas Hengky received the phone secretly, while Fisha really knew who Mas Hengky was talking to," Fisha began to sob, finding her husband's cold treatment. Yes, only this time Fisha found Hengky's treatment that was not warm to her.

"You know why I'm acting like that, huh? Because I don't want you to be burdened with the company I'm dealing with. You know why? Because I just want to share happiness with you, without making you think hard about things that are not your responsibility but mine. But what did I get? The wife that I hope to understand me, actually thinks very badly of me, even with so much heart to consider me as low as that," Hengky raised his voice.

"Sorry," said Fisha, unable to answer all her husband's words.

"If a relationship is not based on mutual trust, it is not two hearts that love each other, but only two people who spend time living together, Fisha. You know why? Because what is called love, it should teach us how to trust each other. Not to be suspicious of each other," Hengky got up from his seat and walked towards the door, about to leave his own wife in his room.

Seeing Hengky who was going out, with a swift Fisha immediately ran and hugged Hengky from behind.

"Don't go, Mas. Don't stay with Fisha. Fisha please!" fisha said, leaning her head against her husband's back.

"I need some time to myself, Fisha. You also need time to reflect on the nature of our togetherness during this time. At first I thought you loved me like I loved you. But I was wrong, Fisha. You just think of me as a man who just wants to vent my manly desires to you and judge that I want to be your husband because of your body" Hengky still stood in his place.

"That's not true, Mas," refuted Fisha.

"Show me which one of my words is wrong, Fisha? You can't be suspicious of me if in your heart you don't think that I still love her. Isn't that the only reason that can make me betray and destroy Ryan Dewangga? Come on, Fisha, I know you can't trust me. And I can't have that kind of relationship, Fisha," Hengky tried to get Fisha's hand off her waist.

"That's all true. And it turns out that Fisha was wrong, Mas. Fisha had heard all the talk of Mas Hengky at the Cafe. From there Fisha was convinced that Mas Hengky really loved Fisha. Punish Fisha for all the foolishness of the Phisha who cannot see the sincerity of your love, Mas. But Fisha please, don't leave Fisha," Fisha tightened her arms.

"Is that why you love me, Fisha? Until you can't see how much I love you?" Hengky was really disappointed.

Even with all her might, she was trying to release the embrace of Fisha on her body. Fisha doesn't want to lose. The more Hengky tried to let go of her hand, the more Fisha clenched her and tightened her embrace. But alas, it is a pity, the power of Fisha is not comparable to the power of Hengky, until finally the hand of Fisha can be released just like that.

"Mas!" fisha Whine.

"Let go, Fisha," Hengky threw out Fisha's hand, and walked away from her.

Seeing Hengky who had walked closer and closer to the door, Fisha ran and blocked Hengky from leaving by leaning on the door.

"Surge, Fisha! I really need some time to myself" said Hengky, pulling at Fisha's body a little, then just coming out.

"Auw, it hurts, Mas," complained Fisha, realizing that his body was blown towards the small table located near the door, then fell to the floor after his waist hit the end of the table. Worse still, Fisha fell sitting with a butt position that directly hit the floor, until the tailbone felt so painful and was no longer able to prevent Hengky to leave.

Unfortunately, Hengky did not see or hear the moans of Fisha, so he continued to pitch, leaving Fisha in the room alone.

"Mas, please Fisha!" moan Fisha once again.

"Please, don't go, Mom! Hengky!" Fisha continued to cry, regretting all her mistakes today.

For more than thirty minutes Fisha remained in the place, but Hengky did not return. With a sharp breath, as well as a sobbing that did not disappear, Fisha finally resigned and was about to stand from where she fell earlier.

But suddenly, Fisha felt a tremendous pain in her stomach and waist area. Let alone stand, to shift from sitting alone, now Fisha really can not because of pain that can not be held.

"Mas Hengky, please, Mas!" fisha shouted, but no one heard her.

"Bik, Auntie! Please Fisha Bik!" Fisha tried to call her housekeeper, but the assistant didn't tell her either.

"Mama! Please Fisha, Ma. Fisha's stomach hurts, "Mrs Atmaja did not even deny it.

Yeah, no one was trying to help Fisha back then, because everyone was on the first floor. While Hengky, he actually left the house to calm down.

Fisha who is still moaning alone in her place.

"Mother .., hiks .. , hiks. Fisha kangen mom. Now there is no more love for Fisha. Why do you have to leave Fisha alone in this place," Fisha continued to cry as she could, grimacing with her stomach.

"Mother, Fisha wants to be with me. Please meet my mother again, O God. If need be take my life right now," said Fisha on the sidelines of her cries.

"Auw, sick. It hurts so bad," Fisha whimpered again. His stomach and waist felt so painful, while his butt could not be lifted and compromised because his tail bone was hit by the floor so hard earlier.

Fisha rolled her eyes around the corner of the room, trying to figure out where her cell phone is now.

"That's it," said Fisha, seeing her cell phone on the front desk of the sofa. Apparently after returning from the cafe, Fisha had put it there.

"Oh, it hurts," Fisha continued to complain as she held onto her stomach. Even he had to work hard while walking to sniff to be able to reach the phone and contact anyone who can help him.

After struggling with the immense pain, Fisha finally managed to get her advanced flat object. Until quickly, she grabbed him and tried to contact her husband.

Tut-tut-tut.

Hengky repeatedly scolded his call.

Tut-tut-tut.

The sound was again what Fisha heard, but Fisha did not give up on her efforts.

Until after more than ten times Fisha called her husband, Hengky finally gave up too.

"Please, Fish. I need some time alone" Hengky's voice from the other end of the phone sounded so loud as if he was yelling and swearing at Fisha.

"Please Fisha, Mas. Sakali pain. Hiks ..., hiks ...," said Fisha, she was no longer strong.

"Fisha! You why? What's the matter, honey?" hearing Fisha's groan, Hengky's tone instantly changed instantly. The worry that was stirring up, now completely controlled him.

"It hurts, Mas. Pain ...," that's all that can come out of Fisha's mouth.

"Wait for me, baby. Hold on a second, yeah. I'm going home," Hengky started to tense up.

"Fisha can't take it anymore, Mom. Fisha could not take it anymore. Hiks ...," Fisha immediately disconnected her phone and dropped her body just like that on the floor while holding her stomach.

"Fisha! What's the matter, honey? A phisha! Shit!" Hengky who had just circled his car along the road without a clear direction immediately threw his phone towards the passenger seat and ruffled his hair violently.

It was fortunate that he had not gone far, so within ten minutes, he had already reached his home again.

The sound of a squeaking car was immediately heard, as soon as Hengky entered the gate and his car had reached the parking lot. In a hurry, Hengky immediately got out of his car and ran towards his room.

"What's up, son?" Madame Atmaja who was busy in the kitchen with her domestic assistant shouted in wonder at the strange gurgle of her son.

Hengky did not answer his mother's question. All he had in mind at that time was Fisha, Fisha, and Fisha.

And it turns out that the concern Hengky really happened. When he entered, he found his wife already drowning on the floor while whimpering alone.

"Fisha! What's the matter, honey?" Hengky shouted as he rushed towards his wife.

"It hurts, Mas. Pain ...," said Fisha, grimacing in pain.

"Say! Which one hurts?" Hengky started to get scared. Moreover, seeing his wife's face that was so pale, made the guilt in him even more sticking out.

"New. Ouch. Fisha is not strong, Mas" cried Fisha while holding her stomach.

"We're going to the hospital," Hengky immediately lifted Fisha's body and took her outside from her room.

"Ma! Mama! Please call the driver, Ma!" the cry of Hengky was able to make Madame Atmaja immediately run towards her.

"Why fish, son?" Madam Atmaja opened her eyes.

"He was as sick as he was, Ma" said Hengky as he half ran down the stairs. His tears were breaking, unable to hear the moans coming out of his wife's mouth.

Atmaja immediately ran to find his personal driver, so in an instant the car that would take Fisha to the hospital was ready at the main door.

"Patience, Honey. We'll be at the hospital soon. Hang on, please," said Hengky, holding Fisha in his car.

"Sorry Fisha, Mas. It's not that Fisha doesn't believe in Mas Hengky. But Fisha ...,"

"Ssttts. Forget, Honey. What matters is that we go to the hospital first. I won't forgive myself if anything happens to you" said Hengky with tears in his eyes.

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