Painful Love (Painful Love)

Off To Maldive Islands

The wall clock is eight in the morning. After cleaning up, Tsamara enjoys breakfast in a hotel room with her beloved husband. Although last night Bimantara made the girl disappointed to be left behind on the first night after the wedding, but he tried to forget everything that happened last night and acted as if nothing had happened between them. Fresh cut fruit, seafood fried rice, mango juice and chocolate pudding are food menus delivered by employees of hotel restaurants owned by parents Tsamara.

“What time do you come home, brother? Why when I woke up at exactly five in the morning did not see Brother in the room?” tsamara asked as she put a spoonful of fried rice in her mouth.

“Night I was very tired and just got back to the hotel five hours over thirty minutes,” replied Bimantara briefly. All the families of both parties had returned home after the wedding reception so that the man was free to go in and out of the hotel without fear of being caught by his parents and in-laws. Only a few hotel employees stared strangely at him for leaving on the first night after the wedding reception.

Tsamara nodded her head in understanding. “Oh so. It was only fitting that at five in the morning, I did not see Brother sleeping next to me. I thought, Sis has come and chose to sleep on the sofa.” The girl grabbed the glass bell on the table, then up the contents of the glass until the remaining half.

Tsamara returned to eating chocolate pudding as dessert while saying, “Kak, before I take a shower, Papa Irawan sent me a message. They're telling us there's gonna be a car driving us to the airport at ten o'clock. They want us to go on our honeymoon to the Maldives for five days,”.

Bimantara was silent when Tsamara discussed the honeymoon. He had no interest in spending time with his wife for several days on the Maldives Island. What is in the man's mind at this time is only working to divert attention from the frustration of not finding a trace of the existence of the ex-lover. However, if Irawan has intervened then there is no other way but to obey the wishes of the middle-aged man if there is no want to debate between them.

“Kak Bima?” call Tsamara lirih when you see your beloved husband does not give any response.

Bimantara exhaled a rough breath, as if he was getting rid of a block of stone narrowing the chest. “What my Papa said just now. We went on honeymoon today,” he replied briefly. “Spend all your food. After that, we immediately prepare to go to the airport.”

A burst of happiness was vividly painted on Tsamara's face when Bimantara did not resist as he said that Irawan asked them to go on their honeymoon. Then, he nodded his head quickly in response.

After waiting for almost two hours, Tsamara stepped out of the room with Bimantara towards the hotel lobby. In front of the entrance there is already a complete car unit and the driver sitting behind the wheel is ready to take them to the destination.

Bimantara walks through the crowds of people who will leave with various destinations and destinations. Behind him, Tsamara hastily countered the steps of the man who one day ago had officially interrupted her. The girl looks neat wearing peach-colored toad pants combined with a sleeveless white blouse. Her shaggy hair made the girl look very pretty.

“Kak Bima, wait! Don't hurry the road!” tsamara exclaimed when she saw Bimantara continue to walk regardless of whether she was left far or not from the husband. The girl had enough trouble keeping up with Bimantara's long strides. The large number of people passing by in the airport made her almost lose track of her husband.

Bimantara turned to Tsamara who had a sour face, then he waited until the wife approached where she was standing at this time. This time, Bimantara let the girl walk by his side, a porter following behind Tsamara. Going hand in hand makes it easier for the man to inhale the scent of Tsamara's favorite perfume.

“Starting today, you have to get used to stepping with long steps, because I can't step with slow movements like that,” said Bimantara when they check in at the flight counter of famous airlines in the country.

"My pace is not as slow as you think. Earlier, I tried to keep pace so as not to be left behind. It's just that, basically, Brother's footsteps are too fast that I can't catch up." Tsamara was telling the truth as it was.

The man with the army jacket snorted. "But still you have to speed up your steps while walking with me" he said without wanting to be denied.

Not wanting to ruin the honeymoon plan her two in-laws had prepared, Tsamara eventually relented even though she did not feel guilty about it. She softly replied, "Okay, sister. In the future, I will accelerate my steps three times so as not to be left behind again."

Thirty minutes later, the plane carrying a couple glided in the runaway, take off to the Maldives Island or better known as the Maldives. Tsamara and Bimantara sit next to each other. The aircraft is getting higher leaving the country.

"It's so beautiful." Tsamara amazed. Currently, he is opening a magazine that shows several photos of tourist destinations on the Maldives Island. A country that has amazing natural beauty, especially white sandy beaches and blue water like a glass.

Tsamara put the magazine on her lap, then one hand of the girl was wrapped around her husband's arm. "Bima Brother, look! All these photos are beautiful. When we get there, we visit each of these destinations, right? I want to take a selfie and send it to Papa Mama, including Papa Irawan and Mama Hasna as well. They must be happy to see us seem so enjoying our moment together as a married couple."

Bimantara nodded in response to Tsamara's words without taking her eyes off her iPad screen. The man is monitoring reports of the development of products that are soon to be marketed. Although he was taking a leave of absence but apparently he could not for a second release flat objects made in the country Uncle Sam from the hands.

"Ck! I saw the picture first, then decided to agree or not. Do not immediately nod your head then when we come to the location even protest," complained Tsamara annoyed, because Bimantara did not pay attention to it from now on.

Bimantara turns the flat object until the screen position is facing backwards. Closing his eyes for a moment while taking a deep breath. After that, he said, "I always believe in your choice, Tsa. So, don't ask for my opinion anymore, okay?"

Suddenly, Tsamara sumringah's face heard what Bimantara said. She was flattered by the compliments her husband had said. Although maybe the man did not intend to praise or just wanted to keep his lips quiet, he still considered Bimantara was praising him.

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