Painful Love (Painful Love)

Separate House

"Nurh ...." Bimantara grimaced in pain as Tsamara's flattened hands compressed bruises on the face using cloth-wrapped ice cubes.

Tsamara was so painstakingly treating Bimantara's wounds as a result of being beaten by the papa. "Drink pain medication if your wound still hurts and gets swollen. For the torn wound on the corner of your lips I've treated. Then, after two days, have the housekeeper prepare a warm towel to compress the part of your face so that blood flow increases and the color of the bruise on your face fades."

"Why should I ask for a housekeeper, isn't there you who will take care of me, Tsa." Bimantara squinted his eyes, staring at the figure of a beautiful girl in front of him. The distance between them was only about a inch until the CEO could feel a breath coming down his face. The smell of the girl's perfume and the fragrant strands of the wife's hair that soon changed status to ex-wife was so fragrant, tickling the sense of smell.

Tsamara put back the ice cube wrapping cloth into a container, then he returned Bimantara's eyes. "Because we're getting a divorce soon. Therefore, starting tonight we stay apart. I live with my parents, and you go back to the apartment. Besides, I don't want Emma to misunderstand me until she finds out we're still on one roof."

Immediately Bimantara fell silent to what Tsamara had said. The man's countenance turned grim as he imagined they would live separately. He should be happy to be free from the bondage of Tsamara's love. However, in fact he was also injured for the wounds inflicted on Tsamara.

"I'm going to the kitchen, have the assistant prepare lunch for you. You rest here. I'll be right back." Tsamara rose to his feet and left Bimantara. But, ....

"Tsa, is your determination to be separated from me? Can't we live together like we used to?" bimantara asked in a soft voice but contained full of requests.

Bimantara's words succeeded in stopping Tsamara's steps. Forcing himself to smile even though he is honestly tired if he continues to pretend to be strong even though his heart is very sick.

"Without needing me to tell, Brother must have known what the answer was. We-we're"

Not finished Tsamara spoke, the sound of someone's shrill was heard echoing to the corner of the room.

"Australia! Bima, get out of you!" shouting someone made Tsamara and Bimantara who were in the room gasp for a while. The couple stared at each other for a few seconds.

Meanwhile, Fahmi who was contemplating bad luck befalling his beloved child was jolted backwards until his body felt stiff when he heard a thunderous sound like the roar of lightning in broad daylight.

"Shoppers! Who would dare to shout in my house!" umpat Fahmi is upset. "I'll take that man out for making trouble in my palace!" he got up from the chair. Walk half-run down the stairs one by one.

When he arrived at the living room, the nearly half-century-old man said, "Who gave you permission to shout in my house, huh?" Fahmi spray. However, a cynical smile was painted on his face when he saw a middle-aged couple standing across from him. "Oh .. turned out to be my best friend who came apparently. Come, please sit down. You want to have tea, coffee or meet your son that son of a bitch!"

"Fahmi, what exactly happened? Why on the phone did your housekeeper say that Bimantara had done something wrong. What mistake did my son make?" Hasna released a circle of hands on the husband's arm. The woman approached her best friend as well as her besi.

From now on he continued to wonder what problems befell the household of his favorite son and daughter-in-law. Want to ask a question to Irawan, but the look on the man's face looks so upset that it makes him undo his intentions.

Smirk while folding both hands in front of the chest. "Do you really want to know what happened to our two children's household?"

"of course! Quickly tell me what happened to them," Hasna replied enthusiastically.

Glancing at Hasna who was looking at him with a clear face. Walk away from the wife of the friend and even approached Irawan. "Do you know that your only child is cheating behind my daughter's back?"

"But that's the truth, Hasna. Your son has betrayed my daughter." Fahmi answered ketus followed by a cynical smile.

"I can't believe everything you say, Fahmi! You ... must have lied to me. Yeah, right? Tell me you're just kidding." Hasna shakes Fahmi's shoulders, hoping that everything the man in front of her is a lie.

"I hope so too. But this is the reality we have to accept. The boy you're proud of is apparently a jerk and a scoundrel who has hurt my daughter." Says softly, the eyeballs begin to glaze over when imagining how devastated Tsamara feels when she finds out her beloved husband has been suing her.

"No! That's impossible!" hasna's screams blasting out cries. "My son couldn't have done that."

"I'm an asshole and an asshole, Ma. I cheated on another woman." A loud voice echoed throughout the room. Bimantara and Tsamara decided to exit the guest room located on the first floor, finding out what was going on in the living room. And ... how surprised they were when they found Hasna was shouting like a person lost his mind in front of Irawan and Fahmi.

"Ma .. sorry because I can't be the child you expect me to be" Bimantara said. Kneel down and hold tightly onto Hasna's hand. Feeling guilty for smearing the family's good name in front of the Gibran family.

Hasna turned towards Bimantara. "Tell Mama, how far along you are with that woman."

Submissive, unable to look at a pair of shady eyes that began to glaze over. "We .. have done the proper relationship by a husband and wife."

"Fucking kid! Did Papa ever teach you to be an asshole?" spray Irawan. Look full of disappointment at the child. He looked so furious that he had to clench his palms so tightly.

"Come ... k-you ...." Hasna's body trembled until Irawan immediately came forward and caught his wife before falling to the floor. He was already very shocked to hear Bimantara had intercourse with a woman who was not his partner. Breathing hard, the face more paled. His lips wanted to say something, but could not.

"Ma ... Mama ..." cried Irawan calling his wife.

"Mama, I'm sorry. I admit I was wrong." Bimantara was about to touch Hasna's body, but was stopped by Irawan.

"Never touch my wife's body with your dirty hands, Bima!"

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