Painful Love (Painful Love)

For the First Time

"Basic village, do not know yourself. He could have called me that. Aargh, I should have just slapped the old Grandma's face instead of just leaving," Emma lamented. He pushed the brown door open wide, then slammed the door very tightly. So tight makes the windows and wall hangings sway.

Sontak, Bimantara who was helping Emma do homework jumped in shock from her place. Luckily the dirty plate in the hand was not released, then fell and scattered everywhere. If that happens, his second wife can babble all day without stopping.

Bimantara rinsed his hands that were exposed to dishwashing liquid, after which ran over to the wife. "Emma, come home from the vegetable maker why even angry? What is the problem that makes you have to slam the door so tight," said the former CEO.

Emma, who had been enveloped in emotion, gave a sharp look to her husband. Tracked his waist and said in a high voice. "What if I slam that door, huh? You want to scold me, right? Please if you want to scold me, Bim. Or if you want, you can slap me so you're satisfied!"

Tsamara's ex-husband gasped for a moment, not expecting his wife to be so narrow-minded. He is indeed upset whenever he is yelled at, yelled at, insulted and even insulted by his wife, but to injure a woman who is pregnant with her own flesh and blood he will not bear. After all, Emma was the woman he chose to make the last port.

Closing his eyes for a moment while taking a deep breath. Bimantara tries to control himself so as not to be provoked by emotions. "Darling, how could I scold you for something so trivial. I'm just surprised you came home all of a sudden, and then got angry without knowing what's causing it."

Bimantara walked up to his wife. "Sit down first yuk, after that you tell me the same I actually you why? Not that you said you wanted to go shopping, but why is your shopping cart empty?" the man said as he glanced towards the grocery basket made of plastic woven.

A few minutes ago Bimantara did ask Emma to shop for a vegetable because the kitchen supplies are empty while she does other homework. While waiting for a work call the man uses his free time to help Emma take care of the house. Living together without a housekeeper inevitably makes them work together and share the work so that the house is kept clean and awake.

Feeling tired due to walking far enough plus explosive anger makes Emma's energy drained so that she obeyed Bimantara's orders. "I'm upset with Miss Retno, Bim. He was shouting at me in front of Ms. Heri and Ms. Utami. Said I was pregnant with an illegitimate child, had to be an actor for the sake of living luxury when I, 'wouldn't be wrong. You're the first one to come after me, not the other way around."

"Eeh .. The granny peot even insulted me in front of her two fellow artists. Iih ... very good sprain!" emma said as she stomped her feet on the floor.

Hearing Emma's words, Bimantara fell silent. Then, the pieces of the incident a few months ago returned to revolve in memory memory like a movie played in a cinema. Somehow imagining the past makes the heart feel like it is being slashed by a sharp knife, it hurts, but it does not bleed.

A flash of the beautiful face of the owner of almond eyeballs just flashed. The angelic hearted girl, full of gentleness and very attentive became the victim of her selfishness. Just because the love that is still residing in the heart makes Bimantara feel sorry for Tsamara, and having an affair with Emma-his first love.

"Male! Bima, why are you daydreaming?" emma cried while waving her palm in front of her husband's face.

"Yes, Tsa, why?" bimantara replied, he subconsciously called Tsamara's name in front of his wife.

Not yet exhausted the resentment in Emma due to the behavior of her neighbor who rese bin julid, the former secretary of a famous company in the country immediately hit Bimantara's shoulders so tight that the sound of two skin surfaces touching each other. "Bimantara Danendra! Look who's the woman next to you! I'm Emma, not Tsamara, okay!" exclaim the woman by raising the tone of voice. "You may remember the name of your ex-wife while you were with me. Your outrageousness!"

Emma got up from the sofa, then stared intently at Bimantara. " Tell me if you've been in contact with Tsamara all this time. Tega you, Bim. I'm pregnant with your child, but you're cheating on me with your stupid ex-wife. I really don't have a heart!" the woman sprayed with a flash of emotion emanated in the glare of her sharp eyes. The woman's breath was hunting, the chest was deflated and the face was red.

Bimantara's second wife really hates the name because she feels the misfortune that comes approaching is the work of the beautiful doctor. Brilliant career, good job, luxurious facilities must all be lost after Tsamara caught him and Bimantara steady-eating in a special room for the CEO of the company.

Bimantara's hands clenched perfectly beside the body when he heard Emma calling his ex-wife 'stupid'. He could not accept if anyone insulted Tsamara, the beautiful girl whose heart he had hurt.

Then, Bimantara got up from the sofa with eyes bulging as if the eyeball was almost dislodged and rolled to the floor. "Never insult Tsamara as 'stupid'!" exclaim the man while clenching both hands to show the smooth muscles in the back of the hand. "Once again I hear you say bad things about her, I don't hesitate to slap you, Emma!" The man's voice boomed like the roar of lightning in broad daylight.

"How does it feel, how good is it to eat with your love at the time of your status as a husband?" asked Emma while raising both eyebrows. "The sensation is different, right, between touching your wife and cheating."

The anger in Bimantara has reached the maximum level. The man's emotions boiled to an unstoppable extent. Then a loud slap landed on the smooth cheek of the wife. "Shut your mouth!" exclaimed the man with sharp eyes.

"Don't talk too much! Tsamara and I have never had sex. When our status was still husband and wife, I never even touched him. Understood!" bimantara Bentak.

Getting a hard slap on the cheek suddenly made Emma gasp for a while. The right hand touches the cheek that feels hot due to a slap from the husband. So hard that it makes a mark there.

A whole new life this time Bimantara was rude to him. Even since they were still dating, the man never snapped let alone lightly hand. So, when her husband slapped a hard slap on the cheek, the woman's heart broke into pieces.

With trembling lips Emma said, "Only because of that woman can you slap me? You ... outrageous, Bima."

The former palm of Bimantara was printed clearly on Emma's cheek. The reddish color is very contrasted with the white skin makes the Bimantara eyeballs slid perfectly. The twenty-nine-year-old man looked surprised when he saw the results of his actions just now. The man's body froze in place as if an invisible nail had stuck in his leg.

"You realize what you've done just now? You ... have hurt me. By Tsamara you can slap a woman who is carrying your own flesh and blood. That's outrageous!" Tears fell on both of Emma's cheeks. The heart feels as if it were slashed by a sharp knife. His chest felt tight as if the oxygen around him was unable to fill his lungs.

"E-emma .. i-"

Not yet finished Bimantara spoke, Emma's hand had already been lifted into the air. "Don't say anything more! Your actions just made me realize how I am in your heart. All this time you have only made me as a satisfied slave of your naps, you are not at all in love with me. You just want my body, don't you? You-" Emma is speechless. The woman's tongue was twisted, her mouth was locked tightly.

Not wanting to continue to show her weakness in front of Bimantara, Emma chose to leave the room. He walked with a broken heart to the guest room.

Bimantara only realized from his shock when he heard the sound of the door being slammed very loudly. He was out of his current position.

"Aargha! Goddamnit!" bimantara shouted while restoring his hair and rubbing his face violently. She spirals out of control until she unknowingly hurts the mother of her own child.

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