Painful Love (Painful Love)

Fahmi's anger

"Don't talk to you, Tsa! Papa didn't like your joke just now!" yelled Fahmi with a pair of perfectly widened eyes. He was shocked to hear Tsamara. Never once in a lifetime did he expect his beloved son to say such taboo words uttered by members of the Gibran family. Divorce for successful business people in tourism as well as five-star hotel owners with branch children everywhere is something that is not worth saying by members of the Gibran family.

"But I mean it, Pa. My sister and I agreed to divorce" Tsamara said with a calm face. Though the roar in the heart continued to flare, but the twenty-four year old girl tried to behave accordingly.

"Omong empty!" Fahmi got up from the sofa, then turned his body. Turn your face the other way. "Didn't you love Bima so much? Then, why do you want to divorce her now." Both hands clench perfectly to reveal the smooth muscles in the back of the hand.

"Pa, everyone on this earth can change. So did I. I felt that between us there was no more match until I finally decided to divorce from Bima."

Tsamara walked over to Fahmi. The girl's hand touched the papa's arm. "Papa, please understand my situation. I don't want this wedding anymore, Pa." The girl's lips twitched. The eyes begin to glaze over and the nose feels sour. His heart ached, completely hurting as he said the last sentence.

How could Tsamara not want a new marriage for corn, whereas since the first almond-eyed girl always awaits the day where she and Bimantara sit side by side then spend the rest of life together until death separates. However, whatever the power of all those dreams must run aground in the middle of the road when he finds out that Bimantara never loved him.

Silence floating in the air. Fahmi desperately refrained from venting self-controlled emotions. While Tsamara still faithfully touched the papa's arm, hoping the anger in the man soon melted away.

Seeing the situation getting heated up, Sekar finally intervened. He also got up from the sofa, then approached his beloved son and husband. "Darling, tell Mama what's really going on. Are you and Bimantara having a problem? Tell us the truth. Who knows, Papa and Mama can help you find a way out. Do not immediately decide to separate if your problems can still be overcome," said Sekar softly. Hands rubbed Tsamara's back lovingly.

Tsamara shook her head weakly. "No, Ma. Our relationship is fine. It's just .. I do not want to live in a household with Kak Bima. I want to separate from him." Bowing his face, not daring to stare at the brown iris of Sekar's.

Fahmi turned around, staring intently at the child. "Tell Papa, did Bimantara do violence while you were married?" tanyanya stared intently. Feeling suspicious something bad happened to Tsamara's household with Bimantara.

Tsamara quickly replied, "No, Pa. Bima never once did KDRT. He's always been gentle and treats me very well."

"Then, why would you want to divorce your husband if your relationship is okay!" Fahmi spray. He could no longer bear to be in such a situation. The middle-aged man's head felt like it was about to break.

"That's all because I cheated on Tsamara's back, Pa!" The loud voice of someone interrupted the conversation between father, mother and son.

The three adults in front turned to the source of the voice. Both Fahmi, Sekar and Tsamara were quite surprised by the presence of Bimantara in their midst.

"What did you mean just now?" ask Fahmi loudly. His eyes gave a murderous look to his daughter-in-law.

"I'm having an affair with another woman behind Tsamara, Pa. In fact, me and the woman have done a relationship like husband and wife" said Bimantara firmly.

In one move, Fahmi gripped the Bimantara shirt on the chest, pulling it violently until the CEO's head was forced to look up. The two towering tall bodies were facing each other, eyes staring at each other.

"What's my daughter's lack until you've cheated on her? Tell me, what?" asked Fahmi with emotions that had reached the highest limit. Increasingly intensify the horror. It did not matter if the young man before him felt claustrophobic as a result of running out of oxygen.

"Shoppers!" A hard blow soared into Bimantara's handsome face to make the young man stagger backwards. "How dare you hurt my daughter, Bima! Feel this!" Fahmi again beat Bimantara blindly.

"My wife and I raised him lovingly. Never hurt Tsamara's heart and feelings. But you're incising a wound in my son's heart. You rascal! Fucking son!" This time Fahmi not only gives a raw bogem on the face, but also in the stomach of the son-in-law.

"Papa, stop! Please, don't beat him again!" pinta Tsamara meant it. The girl stood in front of Bimantara, making her body a shield.

"Surge, Tsamara! Let Papa finish this motherfucker off!" fahmi snapped at Tsamara as she saw the body of her beloved son in front of her.

Tsamara shook her head. "No want! I'll never get out of here." The girl insisted on standing face to face with her beloved papa.

"The Assyifa Gibran Airport! I command you to get out of there!" Fahmi raised the tone of voice to make the windows and wall hangings swayed due to the whirring sound. The housekeepers and gardeners who happened to be on duty cleaning the garden rushed up to the source of the sound.

"Never, Pa!" Tsamara replied in a high voice accompanied by teardrops that began to wet her cheeks.

Fahmi again intends to put his fist again, despite having to push Tsamara, he does not care.

"Mas, stop! Don't do that!" She stepped forward and was on the side of her husband. "After all, Bimantara is still our son-in-law, the son of your best friend. We'd better talk about this with a cold head."

"But our son-in-law has gone too far, Ma. He not only cheated but also had sex with a woman who was not his wife." Fahmi's hand was still clenching both hands beside the body. His jaw was trembling, feeling mixed emotions of pain. He thought by matching Bimantara with Tsamara will provide happiness for his beloved child. But he created a hell.

"I know, but .. don't you feel sorry for your child? Look, our daughter is crying in fear watching you turn into a creepy figure." She rubbed Fahmi's arm, trying to calm her husband.

Fahmi took a deep breath while closing his eyes, unraveling the emotions that continued to linger in him. "Sir, ask Irawan and Hasna to come here! Now too!" tell the man to one of the housekeepers who had been frozen in the doorway.

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