My husband, Doctor Adrian
The Most Painful Sentence
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Sorry not been UP lately because of the busy author..
Now the author again ngetik nih while listening to the song is upset. hehe let the mood write again..
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ADRIAN'S POV
I heard movement from the bed. That voice gave me a clue as to where he was in this big room.
He's there. On the bed, hugging himself.
I closed the door and pressed the light switch next to the door.
That's when I really saw it. He looks fucked. Well, we certainly look fucked. After what happened between us. I even left the operating room, things I never did.
He appears to be wearing a cream suit, my favorite color. But her hair was disheveled. His eyes. He looked thinner than the last time I saw him.
My heart pinched looking at his empty gaze staring down.
"Lula.." call me slow.
He did not answer. He just looked at my head.
"I wonder what made you want to get divorced." I turn down the volume of my voice when I say the last word. I don't want my in-laws to hear.
He shed his tears. I don't know. Or did I see it wrong? We are almost five meters away now. I was too cowardly to approach him.
He adjusted his breathing, seemingly trying to gather the sentences in his mind.
"I'll tell you the reason, on one condition." she said with an almost inaudible volume.
"What?"
"This is the last time we'll meet."
DEG
I shook my head unconsciously. I walked closer to him.
"What's my fault?" Nadaku went up unconsciously. I am filled with emotion.
Lula ignored my question. He asked, "Do you agree?" tanyanya flat.
His voice blew my mind. I still don't believe in my sense of hearing. Lula doesn't want to see me again? How can I believe. Last week we were fine.
"What.. What makes you like this?"
Instead of answering, he cried. When I was about to grab her, she raised her hand, rejecting me. Be ill. It hurts to see it that way.
"OK, if you want a divorce. But. what about. son.." My tongue is muddy. We are! Our son, Adrian! For God's sake is it that hard to say 'our children' !
Lula smiled wryly. "What kid?"
He was crying without a sound. Tears kept falling from his eyes.
"Our son." I said again.
"Hmm? I miscarried." she said flatly.
DEG
What else is this, God?
So then.. Lula..
I remember our last meeting. I accidentally pushed him. What was that time..?
"Did I cause it?" i'm timid.
He smiled wryly again. It was ironic to be juxtaposed with her face soaked by tears.
"No. It's my fault." he said flat.
"So.. That's why you want to. get divorced?" my many. Words kept pouring out of my mouth, without me noticing and thinking about it completely.
"Then?"
"Hmm? I just told you that I lost our baby and that's what you care about?"
The night of our quarrel last week flashed in my shadow. My words must have been in his heart. Words that make it clear that I don't want children.
"What are my words about saying that I don't want to have children? I changed my mind! Okay, Lula? That's why I came to your office. About you going with another man.. Okay. I accept. But this..? Ye.. How can you end our marriage?" I try to keep my tone in order. I don't want to spark a fight.
He sighed and then said, "What do you call marriage, Adrian? Whahuh? Every night I wait for you to come home from work. You're always busy in your study and our only conversation is that I let you eat and you told me to come out. That's what you call marriage?!"
DEG
Like there's thousands of needles poking my heart. I didn't expect me to hurt him like this. I ignored him for too long. I also made her lose her baby, the thing that was probably most precious to her. I hurt her. I hurt her so much that I hate myself.
He wasn't waiting for my answer. He said softly, "I beg you, Adrian. I beg. If we even meet again, please act like we don't know each other."
Enough's enough! Stopit!
I've never heard a sentence more painful than the one you just said.
"Are you sure?" tanyaku. That's what came out of my mouth. My pride is still too high. I promise in my heart. Just this one question. I don't want to force it.
He nodded. A round of tears fell on his cheeks. It destroyed me more than anything.
"OKAY. I-i promise. This is the last time we'll see you." I said slowly. I don't want to see her cry anymore. I don't want to see him hurt again. Even though I had to stay away from him and it hurt my heart.
"But can I hold you for the last one?" my many.
His eyes turned sharp.
I approached, hugging him.
He was struggling, trying to escape.
"Silent.. After this.. I'm gonna go.. You won't see me again.. Please, let me get rich gini for last."
I inhaled his scent for the last time. I rubbed his hair and back. I even kissed her forehead. He's getting hiccupped in my arms. Unknowingly, I also shed tears. Is this going to be our end? Can I live without him?
I took off my arms, looking at her for the last time.
"You must be happy." I whispered.
It still speaks a thousand languages.
"I'm a prankster, yeah.." I walked slowly out of his room. I didn't think my tears were falling either, but I quickly wiped them out. This finally?
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"Who? Adrian's? How are you going?" papa told me.
"Sorry, Pa, Ma.." I'm bowed lethargic.
"Lohs.. Why apologize?" ask Mama.
"I'm sorry I wasn't a good daughter-in-law to Mama and Papa."
"Adrians? What does that mean.." Mom and Dad looked surprised.
"Lula and I have decided to divorce."
"WHAT ?!" yell at them both.
"It's not that Lula is.." said Mama.
I'm shaking.
"Who wants a divorce, Adrian?" Papa looked sad and angry mixed into one.
"I'm wrong, and I don't want to hurt Lula any more, Pa."
I refuse to answer Papa's question. I don't want Lula to be reprimanded or anything like that. I just want them to know that I'm wrong.
Shortly after, I was pleased. I told them to take care of Lula. I don't know what to do once I get out of this place. Mind fucked. Was it wrong of me to give up on the situation too easily? Do I have to defend our household? Nope, no. I remembered Lula's crying face earlier. I don't want to see her crying again.
I immediately headed to my lawyer's office to deliver the divorce papers I had signed.
