My husband, my Beloved (Revised)

My husband, my Beloved (Revised)
Overlapping



Rain sat pensively with Ega on the porch of his house. Why does everything suddenly feel strange. It felt as if something was missing. The cold night wind caressed her cheeks. Rain bit his lower lip.


"Darling!" Ega's call made his mind crumble. Rain looked at me with a sad look.


"Why? You doubt?" Tanya Ega brought Rain's body to face him.


Rain shakes.


"Certain why?".


Rain did not reply, looking back at something.


Mas, sorry. I'm not unhappy. Honestly, I've dreamed of a beautiful wedding. The one full of flowers and my picture, our photo. But, it feels impossible. Sorry, Mas. Under these conditions I think of nothing. I will try to accept this sincerely.


"Honey. Just daydream again" cried Ega while pulling Rain's chin.


"It's okay, Mom. Do you want to go home or do you want to go home? Aunty said she wanted to go?" Rain diverted the conversation.


"What if you're nginep, can you?" Ega asked raising both eyebrows.


"May, but sleep on the porch." Rain replied with a small laugh.


"That's why you laugh, it's beautiful to come out." Ega pinched the second squash of Ega's cheeks.


"Yes, I've come home. Titip Aunt yes. Greetings to my mother-in-law." Ega soon passed because he also realized despite wanting to be alone with Rain but it looks like Rain is very tired and needs rest.


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The next day I came to the restaurant with a big heart. One night I could not sleep thinking about his daughter's fate. It is impossible for a marriage to be annulled. Mother did not want to make her only daughter lose her happy laughter. However, Mother herself does not guarantee that everything will be fine if it comes to Mr Rakha?


I was not enthusiastic about the restaurant. Since entering the restaurant, he had only been silent in his room. Daydreaming, his memory drifted on events many years ago. A complicated relationship.


tock


tock


tock


The sound of the door being knocked on, Mom stepped open the door.


The deg!


Mr. Rakha was gallantly standing in the doorway. Smiling with a dagger-filled look.


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At night, Mom's heart improved a little.


"Udah, Ma'am" Rain hugged her mother tightly.


"So a good wife. Solve the problem with a cold head. Don't disappoint me for allowing you to marry young." Mother rubbed the ridge of Rain.


"Yes, Rain knows. Rain must have always remembered Mother's advice, "Rain replied with a trembling voice holding back tears.


Drrtt


Rain took off his mother's embrace, hearing her phone vibrate immediately opened her phone.


"Jude, Mom's resting. Tomorrow I'm helped by the same some restaurant employees want to decorate the house including this room." Mom stroked Rain's cheek.


"Thank you, Mom." Rai said


"Tomorrow Dona came here. Tomorrow you're out and the mascara's the same as Dona!"


Rain nodded and Mother completely left Rain's room.


Rain called out to Sela's number who just sent her a message.


"Rain, crazy loe got married. Opium"


Sela's voice deafened Rain's ears.


"Oh Cells, don't scream. Dateng day after!"


"I want to get married too."


"Yes asked for Rehan."


"I'm ashamed to ask first."


"Yes, the day after came anyway. I'm waiting for."


Rain turned off his phone.


His mind returned to light. Why did his heart feel empty and suddenly miss Ega. Why does it feel like we're going to split up? How do all the women who get married like this feel? Struggling, restless and afraid. Rain tried to be quiet but difficult.


While in his hotel room, Mr. Rakha was staring at a portrait of his past. His mind goes back a few years. Occasionally his face was sad, then cried but returned with a faint smile.


Stringing together pieces of events that feel piercing the heart. He rubbed the portrait while occasionally kissing it.


'You're back, Zein? You're evil Zein? Have you been miserable all this time? That's worth you getting? Whahuh? Did you ask me to please your son? sure am! let my son play with your son and let him not be as lucky as I am! You ever break someone's heart and you know what it's like? Whahuh? Don't hurt your son? sure am!'


Mr. Rakha's mind while continuing to stare at the shabby portrait.