Painful Love (Painful Love)

After Wedding Party's

The wedding reception has been completed. Tsamara looked a little exhausted due to the large number of invited guests present at the wedding reception. Both families also invite business partners, clients and company employees in this sacred moment. Tsamara and Bimantara did not want to lose, they invited some of their closest friends during college first so it is not surprising that the hotel ballroom turned into a sea of people.

Currently, Tsamara and Bimantara have been in a presidential suite of The Royal Hotel. The smell of roses gives off the sense of smell when they enter a hotel room. A luxurious room with various facilities that exist deliberately chosen by Sekar and Hasna to be a silent witness of the union of two people of different sexes. Golden shades of dark brown color combination perfect the bride room of the two lovebirds.

The arrangement of rose petals and candles of therapeutic fragrance formed to resemble a heart surrounds the wedding bed. Nine red balloons were attached to the ceiling of the hotel room. On the wedding bed, studded with rose petals and there are two towels that resemble a pair of geese.

Tsamara gasped for a moment. He froze in the doorway watching how romantic the room was tonight. The lights are dull and quiet. There were no lights on, just relying on therapeutic scent candles neatly arranged on the floor. However, unlike the case with Bimantara, the man did not care at all about the circumstances around. Keep stepping into the room without paying attention to Tsamara who is still standing at her original place.

"Tsa, hurry up and take a shower! I also want to immediately clean myself while soaking in warm water," said Bimantara made Tsamara aware of his daydream.

Tsamara's beautiful eyes blinked with a red face like a fresh tomato ready to be picked. Since then, the woman's mind has been staring far away while imagining what will happen tonight in the room. Her imagination as an adult woman continued to dance beautifully in her mind.

Without refuting a bit, Tsamara rushed into the bathroom while Bimantara chose to sit on the sofa while playing his mobile phone.

In the bathroom, Tsamara did a lot of care before carrying out her duties as a wife. Starting from soaking in a bathtub mixed with lavender essential oil, wetting her long black hair and sparkling with rose-scented shampoo and do not forget to apply lotion throughout the body as a final ritual.

After cleaning up, Tsamara stepped into the wardrobe looking for a dress to wear when she began serving her beloved husband. The girl's choice fell on a bright red silk evening dress with a spaghetti strap on the shoulder.

Feeling uncomfortable because the evening dress was unable to cover the core of Tsamara's body. In addition, the material was quite bright to show clearly the curves of the girl's body.

"Come on, Tsa! Don't be so nervous! You and Brother Bima have officially married so there is no harm if you currently wear a dress like a filter tofu like this," said Tsamara while looking at the body's makeup from the front of the dresser mirror. The tall body, clean white skin and smooth like marble looks so contrasted with the clothes worn.

The front of Tsamara can be said to be quite large when compared to girls his age so that when wearing a thin dress it almost makes the prospective ASI factory of his children boil because it is not closed perfectly.

The beautiful doctor took a deep breath as he closed his eyes for a moment, unraveling the feeling of nervousness that was covered in spoiled inside the chest. After the irregularly beating heart rhythm began to return to normal, he opened his eyelids slowly.

"alright. I'm ready! Whatever happens, I can't back down. Sooner or later, we'll do it." Tsamara encouraged herself as she continued to lower the end of the dress to cover the lower half of her body.

When she was ready, Tsamara stepped into the living room - where Bimantara was waiting for her before she went to the bathroom. However, how disappointed the girl when she did not find the existence of the husband there.

Sitting listlessly on the sofa, because his hope to be alone after officially becoming a husband and wife vanished just like that. He looked at the ceiling of the room with a sad look.

The ringing sound of the cell phone distracts Tsamara from the ceiling of the room. Bimantara's name is displayed on the phone screen.

Tsa, tonight you sleep alone. I still have important matters that can't be delayed! Tomorrow morning, before the reverberation, I arrived at the hotel. Good evening.

A short message was sent by Bimantara. Instead of mixing love in a soft bed with a new status, the man left him alone in a room that had been decorated so attractively. Tsamara's heart breaks, finding her husband more concerned with other matters than being alone with her.

Tsamara rubbed the corner of the eye using her fingertips, taking a deep breath before sending out a reply message. Okay, I'll go to bed on time. Be careful on the road. Good night my husband. The short message ended with a heart-shaped picture and a smiley emot. Although the heart aches from feeling dumped on the first night, but he tries to cover up his hurt feelings from anyone.

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Bimantara sucked the tobacco in his hand. He decided to leave the bridal room when the shadow of the former lover's face was present in his mind. The man always dreamed of the figure of the woman who had been missed. To this day, God never met her.

The CEO took a deep breath. The man's gaze was diverted to an object that was circular on the right ring finger. The wedding ring is made of silver with the engraving of the name Tsamara on the inside of the round object. The round object was deliberately chosen by Hasna as the wedding ring of her beloved child.

"If you cancel our engagement, maybe right now you and I can be friends like our parents. However, in fact you insist on continuing the matchmaking even though all this time my attitude has always been cold and indifferent to you."

"Tonight you must be disappointed, because on the night of our bride, I left you alone in a hotel room. But, I have no other choice, Tsa, but to avoid you. I feel like a jerk if I raise you when there's no love growing in your heart. It seems cruel, but it's the best for both of us." Bimantara exhaled cigarette smoke that was being smoked until a white smoke puff into the air. "Tonight I can get away, but tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I don't know what other reasons can be used to not be by your side."

Bimantara pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. The man's body felt tired and longed to rest. The wedding reception held for almost eleven hours drained the man's energy plus new problems that were ready to wait later on made him want to immediately close his eyes on his soft bed. Then, he stepped out of the balcony of the apartment into the bedroom.

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