Painful Love (Painful Love)

The arrival of Tsamara in the Gibran House

The wall clock is at nine in the morning. After breakfast, Tsamara chose to sit on a swing made of rattan while looking at the blue sky from the top of the tenth floor building. She still lives one roof with her husband who soon changed status to ex-husband but tried to avoid them not to say hello.

"Mbak Tsamara, Bu Sekar just called and asked Ms. Tsa. Bu Sekar asked Mbak Tsa, to immediately contact because of fear of bad things happening to Mbak." One of the house assistants approached the employer who was sitting on the balcony of the apartment.

Tsamara was silent for a while. Since yesterday afternoon his mobile phone was deliberately turned off. He just wants to calm down while enjoying the various rides in the amusement park. At least that way the pain in the heart is slightly treated.

Take a deep breath, then say, "Alright. I will call my mother. Thank you, Bik."

"Together, Mother. Then, excuse me first." The housekeeper resigned, resuming work that had been delayed.

Shortly after the housekeeper's departure, Tsamara slowly stood up and stepped into the room. So long alone made the girl have the courage to meet her father and mother at the residence of Gibran. However, the girl's steps stopped when she met a man who was loved by her.

The dashing body and the field looked so tempting. The burly and muscular arms become a scene that is a pity to miss. Six sections of the abdomen with fine hairs under the navel further make the man look more macho.

Bimantara had just come out of the fitness room that was in their residence. Luxury apartment units at fantastic prices are equipped with various furniture and complete facilities so that the homeowner does not need to leave the room if he wants to exercise. However, the apartment also provides various fitness tools that can be used by all apartment residents for free and the swimming pool is always open from six in the morning to eight in the evening.

Tsamara's heart was instantly insecure because it was beating faster. Eyelids did not blink, a tinge of pink hue appeared on the face. The entire body was getting heated up as the sweat that flooded the man's body was exposed to the reflection of the light rays.

However, when consciousness hit the surface, Tsamara's chest felt tightness and pain. Scraps of Emma's beautiful twisting on Bimantara's body and the sound of mischievous sighs slid on the husband's lips made the girl hurriedly turn her face in the other direction, do not want to meet with the owner of a sharp gaze as sharp as an eagle.

What the fuck, Tsa! How can your brain run like that, hem? Conscious, Tsa, until whenever the handsome man in front of you will never be yours. Her heart, love and body have been owned by Emma. So, stop craving the tender loving touch of a husband who never loved you! Tsamara told herself to stop expecting something that she herself realized would never happen.

"Tsa, have you had breakfast?" A pair of brown irises stared at the beautiful face with the beautiful skin of marble. Just a few hours without meeting, the man's life felt empty as if something was missing in his life.

"Already, Brother. If you want breakfast, I will ask Bibik to prepare food for you. But I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to a meal because I have to get ready to go to Papa and Mama's house." Tsamara smiled stiffly, then again said, "I go inside first, Brother. Excuse me." The girl stepped away from Bimantara who was still pecking on the spot. The man's eyes kept looking at his wife's back until it disappeared from view.

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"Sir, are Mama and Papa inside?" Tsamara asked one of the housekeepers when she arrived at her parents' house.

The forty-year-old housekeeper looked surprised at Tsamara's presence in the house because it was not usual for the beautiful girl to come without giving any news first. Eyebrows furrowed, the middle-aged woman's brain was guessing for itself if there was anything important to make Tsamara come suddenly. Especially now the firstborn comes alone without the company of Bimantara.

"Mother and Father are inside, Ma'am. Come on, please come in! They must be happy because Ms. Tsa came here." The ART said despite the many questions that came to her mind.

Is it possible that I can feel happiness as Papa and Mama feel? Will someone truly love me? Accept all the flaws that exist in me? ask Tsamara in your heart.

"Tsamara, Honey?" Sekar welcomes the arrival of a favorite child with a sweet smile painted on the face. Both hands are stretched to the right and left sides. Ungoverned, the firstborn scatter in arms, clutching each other tightly.

"Ma .. I miss," said Tsamara Lirih. The girl bit her lower lip hard so that her sobs would not break. He did not want to look weak in front of his parents.

A mother's instincts are stronger than anything in this world. That's what Sekar felt at this time when Tsamara came and then hugged his body very tightly. However, he tried to get rid of the feeling and tried to think positively about what Tsamara said was an expression of feelings because he had not met for a long time.

"Tumben once you come here without telling us first. What's the matter, Tsa?" Fahmi opens his voice after his beloved wife and son break down a hug.

Tsamara smiled, then looked at the faces of Fahmi and Sekar in turn. "There's something I want to tell Papa and Mama. Can we sit down first?"

"What do you want to talk about, son?" tanya Sekar and Fahmi are curious. Two pairs of eyes squinted sharply, staring at the beautiful girl in a beautiful way.

"You'll know later. Come on, Papa and Mama sit down first. After that I just told you both." Tsamara embraces the arms of the papa, while one hand holds the fingers of his beloved mother. The attitude of the girl turned childish as if she wanted to cover up the sadness that was enveloping herself.

When the three of them were sitting on the sofa, Fahmi again said, "Tsamara, what exactly do you want to tell us, son? Tell me quickly, don't make us curious!"

Tsamara took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. The grip of the hand gripped the edge of the sofa, trying to strengthen themselves to tell the truth to Fahmi and Sekar.

"Ma ... Pa. .. Bima and I agreed to divorce" Tsamara said in a slightly trembling voice.

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