Not the Ideal Husband

Amarah Damar

Damar drove the car owned by Iris that he brought this morning at a speed above average. No matter how crowded the road conditions that afternoon, Damar still drove his car fast.

"Little..." Damar braked the car he was riding in right in front of his house.

The man with his emotions got out of the car and the brak...

He slammed the car door hard as he walked in hasty steps into his yard.

Five meters away from the front door of the room, the door opened slightly. Same thing happened yesterday afternoon.

Tonight again Damar smelled the aroma of cooking from the kitchen. The soft smile that came out of Iris's lips can be heard very well.

Damar clenched his hands tightly. Her memory of the photo where Iris hooked up with someone in front of her house, as well as the photo of Iris who was hugging someone Damar recognized in a cafe was also able to make the man's emotions back up.

"Shelf.." Damar slammed his briefcase and motorbike keys onto the dining table and it managed to make Iris jump.

"D..Damar, k. You've come home apparently. Tumben, it's a new clock." Iris glanced at the clock on her wrist. "Four hours less, usually you come at five or even six. Is it allowed to go home soon, or.."

"What are your activities today??" Damar cut Iris' speech quickly and in a very cold tone.

Iris who had been focusing on the cuisine in front of her turned into astonishment as she felt the gripping aura and the cold-sounding tone of Damar's speech.

Iris hurriedly turned off the stove and turned to see what was going on with Damar's strange demeanor this afternoon.

As soon as he turned around, Iris immediately continued on with a sharp and intimidating look from Damar.

"So what are your activities today?" Damar read his question in a cold tone.

"My activities? Why why anyway? I. I didn't do anything today. Just drove you out this morning, took a shower, took a nap and cooked to eat like you see today." Iris explained with a normal face.

Damar lifted the corner of his lips then smiled smirk looked at his wife with an increasingly cynical look.

"really? You sure that's all you do?"

Iris nodded again. "Yes, what else?"

"none. Just continue with your activities." Said Damar this time in a more relaxed tone.

Back Iris was astonished by Damar's behavior that afternoon.

"What's wrong with her?"

Inner Iris was confused, but she could not guess at all what was in the mind of the man who had the status of her husband.

A second later, Iris seemed to be aware of something. He turned his head back towards Damar who had walked towards the outside of the kitchen.

Iris muttered. "Damar's behavior is strange, what can't-don't..."

"Ah, no-no. Maybe he's just exhausted. I better cook it." Said Iris again while turning around and continuing her cooking activities.

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An hour later...

Iris tapped her fingers at the dinner table. An hour has passed, but strangely the figure of the husband he was waiting for has not also raised his counting rod.

Iris turned to look at the clock on her wrist. "Fifth hour is twenty minutes." Mumbled again. "Why hasn't Damar come out yet? Is it because it's still too late, so he's stalling for dinner? But what was he doing in the room? Why don't you come out to just tell her that she's putting off her meal. What's he really doing in the room?"

Iris's mind started to fret. Unable to hold back his curiosity, Iris decided to go to the room to catch up with Damar and see what he was doing there.

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"Damar, what are you doing? Can I come in?"

Two seconds passed and no answer was heard from the man. Iris who was curious chose to immediately turn the door handle without asking for permission again.

"Simplets.."

Door opens. Iris was greeted with a strange sight.

Right there, in the corner of the room. Right in front of her wardrobe and Damar. Damar looks like he's putting pieces of clothing in a suitcase.

And even more puzzling was, the clothes that Damar put together were not his but Iris's.

"House, what's the matter??" Iris quickened her pace towards Damar and immediately crouched down before the man who was sitting cross-legged.

"Damar, why are my clothes packed in a suitcase? Is there a rat in the closet?"

Iris's second question succeeded in making Damar shift his attention.

"Yes, you're right! There's rats in the closet even all over this house. That's why I keep my clothes in your suitcase so you can take all your fancy clothes where they belong, to a nicer, more luxurious home where you should live."

Damar replied in a flat and cold tone.

Iris' body instantly shook.

"A.what do you mean Damar,a.aku,a. My house is here, with you. Didn't we promise we would...."

"There was never a promise between us. Everything's been wiped out since the second you brought another man into this house!"

"You've ruined everything Iris! My trust, my feelings, even my respect for you have all been destroyed since I knew that I was just a shield to cover your family's disgrace!"

"Damar, what do you mean?? I never made you a shield or anything. I accepted you purely because I started loving you! All your good treatment and.."

"Omong empty!! If you love me, why would a bus bring another man into this house?"

Iris stuck in her place. "L..other men? M..you mean?" Iris instantly trembled back.

"Damar, k.kau, what are you..?"

"Yes, I know! I know that Ardo, your ex-fiance, has been back since yesterday. I also know that you've met him either twice or more clearly,your meeting with him at the cafe and his arrival here this morning was enough to make me realize that I was only used as a figure while he was away, and now. He's back, what else do you expect from me? There isn't one, is there??"

Iris shook her head. "Broom, it's not so. A. I can explain, to.please give me time to.."

"Brashhh.." Four photos flew right in front of Iris's face.

Damar stood up from his seat. "Explain what else? Is that evidence not enough to explain? Should I listen to your bullshit again??"

Throw already tears Iris, her position that had been crouched down became kneeling.

"Broom, it's not so. I'm not lying at all. Ardo's back and I've met him twice, but.."

"No need to continue! I don't need your explanation one bit! Even the cake she sent you that night was enough to prove how good your relationship and your ex-fiancee were."

"Now..!!" Damar lowered his head then gripped Iris' jaw firmly.

"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK! I'LL TAKE CARE OF OUR DIVORCE FILES TOMORROW!!"

"Deg..."

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