Painful Love (Painful Love)
Please, Trust Me!
Five days have passed since the arrival of Tsamara and Bimantara on the island of Maldives for honeymoon. During his time there, Bimantara never once fulfilled his duty as a husband, providing an inner living for the wife. The man prefers to spend time with Emma on the grounds of being busy taking care of work. Once there was suspicion, but Tsamara tried to get rid of the thought because she was convinced that Bimantara was a loyal husband.
"Sister, from today on where will we stay? Your house or the apartment that Papa gave us as our wedding gift?" tsamara asked as they were in the car. Fantastic four-wheeled vehicles driving quietly on the streets of Jakarta City.
Bimantara glanced at a glance, then looked straight ahead again. "We're going to live in an apartment I just bought a few days ago. The location is quite strategic close to malls, restaurants and hospitals where you work. So, when I feel lonely because I'm busy working you can go to the mall or the hospital, see your friends."
Tsamara took a long breath. Almost every time the Bimantara spoken about the problem of work as if in this world there is nothing more to talk about than work. Though there are still many topics of conversation that can be discussed by the couple. Like, what steps can be done so that their relationship does not work in place.
Cars driven by Bimantara's private driver began to enter the yard of a luxury apartment building in the city of Jakarta. The CEO deliberately bought a new apartment to live in by him and Tsamara even though Fahmi gave the apartment unit no less luxurious than the one purchased by the successor Danendra Group.
"Den Bima, this is Aden's car key. If Den Bima and Mbak Tsamara want to go somewhere, you are ready to take you anywhere and anytime. Call you active 24 hours" said Danendra family's personal driver named Udin.
Bimantara grabbed his car keys from Mr. Udin's hand and said, "Well. You can go home now. Thank you for driving us."
Without waiting for the command a second time, Mr. Udin hurried to retreat from the apartment building occupied by Bimantara and Tsamara.
"Come with me. I'll show you your new abode. Let's hope this place fits and you feel comfortable in a new environment." Bimantara pressed the elevator button that would take him towards the floor where he and Tsamara lived.
Hearing the words of Bimantara, a smile expands at the corner of Tsamara's lips. The girl smiled widely with a face. Then, he slightly tiptoed and then landed a kiss full of love on the cheek of the husband. "Wherever he lives I feel comfortable as long as we are together forever. I love you, my husband."
Bimantara's body stiffened slightly when the warmth of Tsamara's lips landed on the cheek surface. The gust of breath of the girl hit the face making the feathers of kudu bristled for an instant. The fragrance of the perfume that characterizes the girl ventured into the air, indulging the man's sense of smell. Unknowingly, he closed his eyes imagining something naughty to awaken his maleness soul.
When the elevator clinks and opens, Bimantara's consciousness returns. Shaking his head tight, trying to get rid of the dirty thoughts that had crossed his mind for a while. Stupidhead!Why can I imagine that! I never really loved Tsamara. Then, why now I even imagine we are wrestling on the bed, bathed in sweat while providing warmth to each other. Absolutely insane! The man cursed his stupidity because he could imagine a hot scene with his wife.
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"Yes, Honey. I-i know. No, no more talking about the same thing. I have promised you I will never touch Tsamara, even if his body does not wear a single cloth. The woman I know is you. Really am. So, please, don't suspect me anymore!"
Across the street, Emma was crying in her apartment. The woman worries about the fate of her relationship with the newly knitted lover after five years of separation. He was afraid that the man who had touched his body for the first time would just throw it away after getting what he wanted.
Bimantara was silent for a moment. Very understanding of the fear that is sweeping the lover of love. "Dear, I promise you. Whatever happens my love for you will never waver. Although both my parents forbid, the whole world insulted me but I am still yours alone. Please, trust me!" the man said he meant it. Don't know what else to say to convince Emma that she really loves her boyfriend. There is no other woman in her heart but Emma Veronika.
Emma rubbed the crystal grains that had continuously slid in the corner of the eye. He closed his eyes for a moment to neutralize his feelings. "Alright, I believe in you, Bima. But, please, don't betray my trust! This is the last time I'll give you a chance. If in the future you are found to betray the sanctity of our love then forever you will never see me again. Take that, Bima!" threaten the woman.
The faint smile on Bimantara's face was painted hearing Emma's threat. How could the man betray the lover while he had fallen anchor his heart only to the woman. Since long ago until now Emma is the owner of the heart of a Bimantara Dandendra.
"It has. It's been. You better sleep now. You must be tired after seven hours on the plane. I'll wait for you in the office tomorrow morning. Prepare your CV and other requirements to apply for a job. I have prepared the right position for you in the company" Bimantara said.
The look of a sad face changed sumringah when he heard the words of Bimantara. The heart flowers because he will often meet with lovers of love. "okay! Tomorrow morning I come to your company. Thank you for giving me a job, honey. I love you."
"I love you too" Bimantara replied, ending the phone call.
After being satisfied talking with his beloved lover on the balcony of the apartment, Bimantara decided to enter the room. The atmosphere of the apartment is quite quiet because everyone has been resting in their respective rooms. Swing your feet towards a guest room next to the main room. However, footsteps stopped when a pair of eyes caught the figure of someone standing while staring intently at him.
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