Not the Wrong Love

A Wife

Rangga smiled broadly as soon as she saw Love emerge from behind the door. She was happy that Love finally opened the door to meet her.

However, not with Love that second also put on a hostile face. He who used to feel hungry in the hours before dawn was awake and intended to take food in the kitchen. However, he was instead startled by the presence of Rangga who was standing in front of his room. She immediately snorted in annoyance and without Rangga guessing, as fast as lightning Love closed the door of her room back.

Seeing that Rangga's smile instantly vanished, "Honey, open the door!" Rangga knocked on the door again but, there was no response from Love.

"Darling, please open the door. We need to talk." His voice sounded clear while banging on the door.

"Go! There's nothing we need to talk about anymore. I'm sick of you" cried Love from inside her room.

"Dear love, don't talk like that. I can explain. Please open the door, honey. I'm ...."

"What's this?" Reyhan's baritone voice interrupts.

Rangga stopped his words and turned towards the voice. Without him noticing Reyhan and Diana were already standing next to him. Staring at him sharply with the glare of Reyhan's deadly eagle eyes.

Oh God! Will the story end now?

"Why? Have you forgotten what time it is?" Still with a cold and stiff tone as usual. Increasing age turns out not to change the character of a Reyhan.

"Sorry Dad, Mom, I've been interrupting your rest." Rangga felt his throat choked. Even to swallow his own saliva, he found it hard. Like there's a chunk of rock stuck in his throat. Oh, my God, he's really nervous. Though facing Reyhan like this, it used to be a daily meal for him. However, now why did he become so nervous and scared. Whys?

"I just want to talk to Love, Dad. There's something important that I have to explain to him, "he replied listlessly.

"Sleep! Talk about it tomorrow morning" Reyhan said with a flat face.

"But Well, the door is locked the same Love. I can't sleep inside." Rangga turning the door knob. He wants to show Reyhan that the door is indeed locked from the inside while hoping Reyhan is willing to persuade Love to open the door for him.

However, reality did not match Rangga's expectations. Reyhan did not give any response, the man just snorted and returned to his room. Leaving Rangga who was standing there in despair.

"Here you go, sleep in the guest room first. Tomorrow morning let's talk about your problems again, okay?" Diana smiled and rubbed Rangga's arms.

"Mom, Love is angry with me. Help me persuade her, ma'am" asked Rangga with a wailing face that only Diana smiled back at.

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But it is not the same as love. He felt that his morning was not as bright as the sun because he was wrestling with his own mind. Thinking about how he should behave to Rangga was also their relationship in the future.

The whole night he thought about it, bound the words in his inner eyes, dampened the taste in his heart, swallowed the dominating pain, and finally he firmly convinced himself that he was a woman. On any basis Love is a woman and a wife.

Love is a woman who has a heart and feelings. Love is a wife whose needs are not just a game in bed. She did not need the materials, the position or the title of her husband. Love only needs honesty as proof that her husband thinks it means something, considers it valuable.

However, that hope seemed to be dashed when her husband incorporated another woman into their household life. He is not a robot who does not have the heart and feelings when Rangga ignored him lately.

As a wife as well as a woman, seeing her husband's treatment, made her feel slammed into the mud of pain. Be ill. That's what love feels now. The taste spread throughout his body even seemed to have wanted to explode in the crown.

But again, he can't do anything. He seemed to be fixated on a desolate wall that was cooling, darkly linked in every niche, slicing and scattering the walls of the heart to further crashing down in worry and despair.

If only, in his stomach at this time did not develop a new life, maybe he was easier to make a decision in this matter.

If only he lived in a fairyland, a fantasy land, a land of wishful thinking, which had no binding norms, then it would be easier for him to make decisions for his current life.

"Master is waiting for Miss for breakfast" said the waiter who was told by Reyhan to call Love.

"Are you there too?"

"Yes Miss,"

"Sir, tell dad that I'll go out to breakfast if Rangga's brother is not in this house,"

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