My wife Slave of Lust

Duka

Song of the night increasingly dramatize the mood that is running low. Crumpled, dim, and desolate unmatched throughout the course of time. A stranded memory forces you to recall a beautiful moment on a happy day. The day I married Vida in a burning look of love.

I .. with my eyes still wide open, standing on the balcony of the room with a look up to the sky. The pitch-black sky seems to add to the pettiness of the soul that is currently grieving.

I promise to love you more than forever!

Still ringing sweet words in the form of sacred promises that Vida uttered at that time. Makes me believe a hundred percent even more without having to harbor jealousy. The suspicion that had been eating away at my mind. Removing all the little evidences that I sometimes find if the truth comes to me. However, innocently I still believe. Holding the principle of mutual love, then I think .. there is no way he will print a lie.

...💔...

One week later

"Good Morning, Sir!" greet a police officer when I'm out of the dispute.

Mom woke me up when she felt something was wrong. He told me that there seemed to be a serious problem that I should know about.

"Good morning!" my response with a pillow face is still obvious. Because too immersed in the thoughts of the mind that is still rampant, keeps me awake until dawn say hello.

"I'm sorry, if it interrupts your break." This cop looks very polite. "Can you come with us to the hospital now?" ask her again with a facial expression I can't read.

I scrunched my forehead, while the mama who had been standing next to me could only grip my arm stronger than before.

"Sorry, Sir. I don't understand the intent, Father." I said as calmly and humbly as possible so that the state apparatus in front of me did not feel offended or the like.

He was heard sighing deeply before continuing the dialogue that maybe he thought would make me and mama hang for a moment. "Look, Sir. We found a body that, once identified, looks like it's the body of your wife."

DUAARS

"Therefore, we invite you to come to the hospital, to make sure the return-whether we did not misidentify." Sentence by sentence that has been said this officer successfully makes me like dragged into the dream realm.

Although Vida has done this heinous thing to himself, but still his name is still carved wet in the heart. I was still trying to calm down, and also calm the mother who was no less sad.

"Ma, I'll take Ibram for a second." I left for the hospital, after taking car contact. Mama just nodded with a face that had been drenched in mourning water. Perhaps he could not imagine if it was indeed the body of his son-in-law.

...💔...

By the time I got there, there were already both Vida's parents, and Chess Sister who was now curled up in a voiceless cry. They leaned against the wall and drooped on the floor of an all-white room in which there were several crates and cabinets containing bodies that were no longer inhabited.

I had not had time to greet them, when two police officers and one health worker, led me to approach a lump of lifeless flesh, he said, which had been stretched rigidly over the bed with a white cloth covering his entire body.

DEG DEG DEG

Who says my heart doesn't beat?

The tabuannya still sounds the same when the heart has begun to calm down.

There is a sense that cannot be explained and cannot be accepted by logic. Although the heart is still wet after being scratched with a million wounds.

Both of my hands began to move touching the tip of the white cloth. Slowly grabbing her with mixed feelings. I have even recognized the head buds that appear in front of the pelupuk. The more down .. scribble the white cloth, the more prove that in front of this moment is the body of my wife.

My two eyes reflexively closed to withstand the terrible pain in the chest. I could not see his pale face which was now full of bruises. Even in some parts of his body there are also stab wounds due to sharp weapons.