My Twin Wives

My Twin Wives
NUNA



Nuna cried as she pleased in the rain. He was happy, because the rain managed to disguise his cries.


I don't know how many tears he's shed for that jerk. If he had listened to his parents from the beginning, this would not have happened. Now his heart was completely broken to pieces.


Her dream of a happy marriage is gone evaporating somewhere.


Even going back to his parents' house he couldn't. He felt ashamed and displeased.


His father came to the hospital for arguing with him, his mother was of course very angry. Nuna is losing her way. Nuna wants it all to end. Nuna looked at the bridge in front of her.


'If I jump off that bridge, everything will be done. I don't need to feel this pain. Mom and Dad will never be disappointed in me again'


The sentence kept turning around in Nuna's head.


A cut of the scene as he fights fiercely with his mother's father, as he


decides to run away from home, when Andra betrays him and prefers to go with other women.


The scene of that scene continued to flash in his head like a movie being played over and over again


'I'll jump out of here'


'I'll die'


'I'll end it all'


*****


The flashback


"Until now father and mother will not approve of your relationship with Andra. He's not Na's good man, open your eyes" Nuna's father was so emotional when Nuna said she was getting married to Andra.


Mr. Hari doesn't understand why his only daughter is crazy about a guy like Andra.


"Nuna will still be married to Andra, with or without the blessing of her father." Nuna replied no less emotionally. His heart was completely blinded by love.


"Nuna will leave this house if indeed the father and mother do not want to support the relationship of Nuna and Andra" Nuna began to threaten


He ran to his room, packed some clothes and was about to leave his parents' house


"Nuna.." shouted Mr. Hari loudly. If you really want to marry Andra. There's no need to go back to this house and there's no need to think we're your parents" Mr. Hari's voice rang.


He could not believe that he would say this to his daughter.


While Rita's mom just cries as she pleases, trying to hold Nuna back from leaving the house. But Nuna's determination was already unanimous. He will come out of this house, although later he will be considered as an ungodly child.


After Nuna's departure, Pak Hari's body immediately collapsed and was unconscious. His heart relapsed because it held back the emotions in his daughter. Rita's cry broke even more. He did not understand why Nuna was so stubborn.


Nuna walked down the sidewalk. The atmosphere was quiet because it was raining, but Nuna did not care. He kept walking towards one place, Andra's apartment.


Arriving in front of Andra's apartment, Nuna knocks on the door, but there is no answer. Nuna's body and clothes were drenched in rain water.


Nuna tried to knock a second time, but there was still no answer.


Nuna tried to remember the password apartment Andra, at that time she accidentally noticed when Andra typed her password..


After being convinced, Nuna immediately typed the number.


It worked!!


Door opens. The atmosphere of the apartment is dark and quiet, there is one light that lights up from the direction of Andra's room.


Nuna first went into the toilet near the kitchen to change her clothes that were soaked. He didn't want to see Andra wet.


Finished changing clothes, Nuna rushed into Andra's room to meet her future husband.


How shocked Nuna was when she found Andra sleeping with a woman. And the two of them were wrapped in blankets, sleeping in each other's cuddles in bed.


Instantly collapsing was already Nuna's world. He was really disappointed, angry, and hurt.


Slightly staggered, Nuna tried to retreat leaving Andra's room. But his self was so shocked, even he could not support his own body.


Nuna hit a table near Andra's room door and dropped a vase of flowers.


"Pyar" the sound of a broken vase echoed throughout the room. And it managed to wake up Andra who was fast asleep.


Andra found Nuna sitting curled up in front of her room.


He immediately approached Nuna,


"What are you doing here? How dare you enter my apartment without permission" Andra pulled Nuna's hand rough, trying to throw her out


"Andra, who's that woman? Why did you sleep with her? Yesterday you told me you were going to marry me" Nuna emotionally and raised her voice.


"Heh, marry you? Don't dream.


She's my lover, she's richer than you and can give me a lot of money" Andra said as she pointed to the woman still asleep in Andra's bed, as if not disturbed by the quarrel Nuna and Andra.


"But An, you can't do this to me. I was even willing to be kicked out by my parents in order to marry you" Nuna said.


"It's none of my business, get you out of my apartment" Andra kicked it out.


Nuna cried sobbing.


Andra pulls Nuna by the hand and drags her out of her apartment.


"Never come back here or I'll report you to the police" Andra threatened before slamming the door.


Now Nuna could only cry as she pleased. He is confused how. Both of his parents had expelled him, and now Andra had betrayed him.


Flashback off


*****


Nuna looked blankly at the river under the bridge. The surrounding traffic was not so crowded that no one would care about what Nuna was going to do.


The rain began to subside and left only a small drizzle drizzle.


Nuna started climbing up the edge of the bridge. He no longer cared about his life,


'It'll be easy Nuna, you can't even swim. You will instantly drown and no need to feel this pain anymore' Nuna's little heart kept whispering that sentence.


Nuna climbed the second iron. His gaze was still fixed on the river with a swift current down there. His resolve is round. He'll end it soon.


The third iron was already on his feet. Nuna stretched out her hands and prepared to plunge.


But without Nuna noticing, a pair of burly hands cupped her tiny body and prevented her from jumping off the bridge.


"Miss stop, don't do anything stupid like this" only that voice that Nuna faintly heard before she fell unconscious in the arms of a foreign man.