Painful Love (Painful Love)

The Already Rounded Determination

Sunlight slipped in through the gap of the curtains that were not tightly closed. Tsamara's eyelids blinked and slowly her beautiful, clear eyes opened perfectly. The memory of the girl when she first woke up from her sleep was when her beloved husband had sex with another woman in front of his own eyes.

Tsamara sighed deeply, trying to calm her troubled heart and mind. The girl started to get up, then stepped towards the bathroom. Although the mood is chaotic, he tried to run the routine as usual. Fortunately today he entered the afternoon so there was time to discuss with the Bimantara, discussing the continuation of the fate of their households that were at the end of the horn.

"Good morning, Madam Tsamara." A housekeeper greeted the employer kindly.

"Bik, where's Brother Bima?" ask Tsamara lirih.

"Den Bima is in his study, Ma'am. Since last night waiting for Maak Tsamara to come home to sleep on the sofa," replied the assistant politely.

Tsamara nodded her head and forced herself to keep smiling even though her heart was not doing well. Then, he swung his feet towards a room that was right next to the balcony door.

Upon arriving at the doorway, Tsamara was quite surprised to see the appearance of the sleeping Bimantara curled up wearing only his hands as a wedge. A small picture frame was in the man's arms. The face looks tired even though the eyes are closed.

Tsamara's fingers stretched out forward, grabbing the golden color picture frame. In an instant, a pair of almond eyes began to glaze over when they saw their wedding photo taken two months ago. At that time, he felt the happiest because after a long wait he was finally able to join the first Bimantara-love as well as the first man who wiped his tears discussing the cheeks.

"Bima Brother, wake up. It's morning." Tsamara patted Bimantara on the shoulder and said softly. "Bima, wake up!"

Feeling that someone was patting him gently, Bimantara woke up from his sleep. The eyelids move slowly, then open perfectly. The right hand is in front of the eyes, dispelling the sunlight that has begun to show its charm.

"Tsa, are you home? What time did you come home last night? I'm waiting for you to go home to sleep here," said Bimantara with a typical voice of people just waking up. Rise from a lying position to a sitting position. Both hands rubbed their faces gently.

Tsamara sat down on the sofa next to her husband, then replied, "Eleven o'clock at night. You should have just gone to bed, no need to wait for me to come home. The presence and absence of me in this house will not affect you anything, right?"

Like getting a loud slap, that second Bimantara was silent for a moment as Tsamara insinuated it subtly using a cynical tone. In just a matter of hours, the plain girl who had always been meek turned a hundred and eighty degrees into a different figure. In fact, Bimantara did not seem to recognize who the girl in front of him was.

"But .. I'm very worried about you. What if something bad happens to you? What am I supposed to say to both of our parents? Papa Fahmi and Mama Sekar must blame me if something happens to you," said Bimantara with worried eyes.

If Bimantara first said that he was worried about Tsamara, the girl would jump for joy then hugged her beloved husband and landed a kiss on the left right cheek so happy. However, at this time he was acting as if he did not hear the words of the husband. The girl's heart still hurts. The wound that was incised was so deep that it almost penetrated the skin.

"Don't talk about it again! Most importantly I'm safe and well." Tsamara turned her eyes the other way. Not able to meet someone who has stolen his heart. "I came here to talk about the future of our household, brother. My decision is already unanimous to divorce you."

Bimantara's heart beat rapidly while looking at Tsamara with an incomprehensible gaze. "Tsa, can't you please don't talk about divorce. We can-"

"We will never be together forever. Even though you tried to accept me and I tried to be a good wife, obedient and obedient to the husband, your heart and love have belonged to other women. I can't keep being the third person in your relationship with Emma." Tsamara sighed harshly, then went back to saying, "Please, don't stop me from suing for your divorce, sister! This is all I do for our common good. For you, me and Emma."

"You and Emma have gone too far. You guys even have intercourse like husband and wife. What would anyone else say if they knew Emma's chastity had been snatched away by a married man? They must have snubbed your lover. What ... can you see the woman you love being insulted and reviled by others? The answer is no, right? Therefore, divorce is the only path for all of us regardless of the complexity of the matter."

"After breakfast I will go to Mama's house and explain everything to them. Brother take it easy, I will not tell you all the events I saw while in the company. That secret I'll bury with my body later." Tsamara stood up and walked past Bimantara just like that.

However, the burly hand blocked Tsamara's wrist quite hard. "Tsamara, can't we talk about this matter all right? We both sit together with cold heads."

I don't know, why Bimantara keukeh really does not want to divorce from Tsamara. While obviously the person she loves is Emma, not Tsamara. However, why when they discuss the matter of divorce, Bimantara's heart like being hit by a pointed bamboo pierced through his heart and almost penetrated his back. It hurts and hurts so much.

Tsamara gently removed the hand. Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly while closing the eyes for a moment, enjoying the oxygen that enters through the lungs.

The head shook weakly. "My decision is round, brother. My heart is more and more convinced to part with you after seeing how much you loved Emma when you struggled yesterday. The loving glow is clearly reflected in the eyeballs of both of you."

Bimantara froze to hear all the words of Tsamara. She and Emma loved each other. However, imagining them being united at the expense of Tsamara, the man's chest felt as tight as being squeezed by a large piece of rock. It really hurts!

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Hello everyone, how are you? The author returns with the same story about the household life of Tsamara and Bimantara. Yuk, while waiting for this work to be updated, kepoin first works belonging to author friends who are guaranteed not less exciting.