Painful Love (Painful Love)
Divorce
Silence and silence became the first greeting for Bimantara when he had just entered his apartment unit. For a moment, he gave a glance around the room. Empty! That is what the CEO feels. No more sweet smiles welcoming the arrival of the man when he arrived at the magnificent palace which is luxurious but hell for Tsamara.
Right now, Bimantara feels like something is missing in his life. This breakup was a big dream for the man but why was he not happy at all? He felt his heart break into pieces and his chest feel tight.
"Where are you taking the photo?" bimantara asked when he saw two housekeepers take down a large photo from the living room.
Hearing the deafening shrill sound of the eardrum, the two housekeepers paused for a moment their activities. One of them said, "We want to take this photo to the warehouse, Den Bima. Some time ago, Ms. Tsamara sent me a message and asked me to take down this wedding photo" he said.
Bimantara stepped closer to the two domestic assistants, then stared at the large picture frame that was leaning against the television buffet. In the photo there is a beautiful girl wearing a broken white wedding dress smiling happily towards the camera. One hand held the arm of a man while the other hand was lifted into the air, revealing a diamond ring that glittered in the reflection of a light beam.
"Why did Tsamara ask you to take this photo down, then move it to the warehouse?" Bimantara's voice sounded trembling, enduring the turmoil within the chest.
After all, the housekeepers looked at each other. Eyebrows shrivel confused sign. They wonder why Bimantara asked something that actually he himself knew the answer.
"This photo was deliberately placed in the warehouse because Ms. Tsamara did not want to if until Miss Emma came to visit here, then her heart was injured because she still found the wedding photo of Den Bima with Mbak Tsamara. Ms. Tsamara does not want to be a trigger for the breakdown of the relationship between Den Bima and Miss Emma." The housekeeper immediately bowed his head after saying the sentence.
Impressed to be disrespectful but the woman in a black uniform combined with a white apron coiled around the waist just wanted to convey what Tsamara had said a moment ago. There is no intention of insinuating or cornered either party, purely as a messenger from the former young mistress Danendra to the young master Danendra.
Bimantara's body stiffened shortly after hearing an explanation from the housekeeper. Not expecting Tsamara to think so much about the relationship between Bimantara and Emma when they settled as husband and wife, the CEO did not even keep the girl's feelings. He could betray the sanctity of marriage by loving another woman.
Without feeling the corner of Bimantara's eyes shed tears. Chest feels tight, breath choked in the throat. For some reason, little heart Bimantara said that what he chose was not the right decision for his life.
Tsa, I'm sorry.
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"Mbok, please bring all my suitcases into the room. Then, for the goods in the cardboard just throw it in the trash or if necessary burn it as soon as possible" Tsamara told one of the household assistants who worked at the residence of his parents.
Breathe deeply, then exhale slowly. Trying to gather courage in the chest. "In the cardboard is the stuff that I collected when I and Bima were still together, Ma. There are photos of us getting engaged, wedding photos and photos I took while you were on your honeymoon in the Maldives. Maybe according to Bima all that is not important but for me it is very valuable."
"However, because I am currently officially divorced from Bima, I should not keep the memories of it all because it would be a sin if I crave the future husband of people. I don't want to be punished by God for daring to flirt with people's husbands."
Sekar seemed to nod his head in response. He secretly praised Tsamara who now looks more mature in addressing the problems that come. Then, the woman looked at the domestic assistants who were still standing faithfully before them. "You should keep it in the warehouse first, collect it all in one place. After all, it just burned."
"Well, Ms. Sekar," said the domestic assistants almost simultaneously.
She touched Tsamara's shoulder, then rubbed it gently. "The weather's getting cloudy, we'd better get inside. Your father must have waited too long."
Tsamara tried very hard to review the smile, hiding the bitter tongue. "Good, Ma." The girl said she walked side by side with her mother to a magnificent mansion she had lived in with her parents and younger brother who was studying abroad.
The magnificent European-style house not only holds memories with his father, mother and only brother but also memories of his time with Bimantara. It was at home that they first met again after the ex-husband completed his S1 studies in London.
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