Painful Love (Painful Love)

"I'm Waiting for You in Front of the Gate!"

"Emma, are you awake?" call Bimantara after the sun rises and shines on the earth. "Emma?" The man still called the wife's name even though Emma did not respond.

Bimantara takes a deep breath, then exhales slowly. Bimantara knew that Emma had actually been awake since then, but the woman seemed to care for her ears and pretended not to hear her words.

Not wanting to continue to drag on in his own mind, Bimantara decided to swing his legs towards the closet and take his clothes that had been ironed by Emma before. He brought a shirt, material pants and underwear to wear after bathing later. After that, step out of the room.

However, Bimantara's footsteps stopped when he saw Emma's shoulders tremble faintly in a thick blanket. There was a sense of regret in him because he had slapped his own wife in the face. Stifled and frozen for a while, trying to find a sentence to apologize to the woman.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing Emma's head. "Emma, I'm sorry for accidentally slapping you. But really, I didn't mean to hurt you. Last night I got out of control until I unknowingly hurt you. I'm sorry, huh?"

Emma shook Bimantara's hand and said, "Of course you're out of control anyway you keep the taste on your ex-wife. If not, how could you slap me. You-"

The former secretary of Bimantara again sobbed, he could not finish his sentence. The chest felt tight like it was being squeezed by a large chunk of rock. A whole new lifetime this time he felt how it felt like the palm of one's hand landed perfectly on the cheek, it. Painful for herself also hurt her feelings as a wife.

"But Emma, I-I"

"Enough! I'm going to sleep." Without saying a word, Emma immediately pulled the blanket wrapped up to cover almost her entire body.

Bima ... Bima .. You are really stupid. How can you get out of control and even slap your own wife. Already know your wife is easily offended lately, but you can not control yourself and provoked emotions, said Bimantara cursed himself.

Bimantara knew that even if he apologized millions of times, the wounds he had inflicted on Emma could not have simply disappeared. He should have been used to face Emma's attitude that often changes instead of burning emotions to unconsciously slap the woman who is containing blood of her flesh.

"Rest. I'm going to go take a shower, after that prepare breakfast before going to find work" Bimantara said as he rubbed Emma's head.

Emma did not answer anything, she only mute a thousand languages. The woman preferred to close her eyes again even though she was actually tired of continuing to be in bed since last night.

Right at eight in the morning, after all the homework was done, Bimantara re-entered the room. He still saw Emma curled up under a thick blanket. "Emma, I've done all the work. Breakfast for you I have prepared on the table, later you stay warm if you want to eat. Oh yes, do not forget to drink the milk of pregnant women so that our babies do not lack nutrients."

"I can't accompany you to a meal because today I'm going to go find work. Who knows, Papa's former client is willing to give me a job" Bimantara continued before he left home.

Bimantara walked quickly to the terrace of the house. He started his motorbike engine, then drove the two-wheeled vehicle to a skyscraper in South Jakarta.

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Meanwhile, at the Gibran residence, Sekar was preparing breakfast for his beloved husband and son. The middle-aged woman placed a plate containing five pieces of marmalade jam bread onto the table. The aroma is very tempting. Three glasses of white milk steaming, issuing a no less tempting aroma of the jam bread.

"Bu Sekar, where will these fruits be placed?" said one of the house assistants.

After a quick glance, then replied, "For fruits that have been washed and peeled, please just put it on the dining table, the rest you just put in the refrigerator."

"Good, Mom!" So, the housekeeper rushed to carry out the order of the queen in the palace.

Sumringah's face, eyes sparkling happily when seeing a beautiful woman who is none other than the fruit of her love with her husband. "Morning, Honey. You just woke up at this hour. Did you have a good dream last night until you didn't realize that the sun was shining again to light the earth?"

Tsamara's soft lips landed on her cheek. The girl chuckled softly and said, "I stayed up all night, compiling the work report I was about to give to Doctor Fatma until two in the evening. When the alarm rings, I just turn it off without opening my eyelids."

Sekar only nodded his head in response.

"Oh yeah, where's Papa going? I haven't seen Papa's presence. Usually if there is a Mama then it can be ascertained there is also a Papa beside Mama," said Tsamara after sitting in the dining chair.

"Papa ada-"

Not finished Sekar said, suddenly the clattering of steps someone's shoes echoed filled the corner of the room. The two beautiful women turned their heads.

"What's looking for Papa, hem?" Fahmi wrapped his hands around the waist of a woman who had accompanied him for twenty-four years. Then kiss the top of Sekar's head with love.

Tsamara gasped for a while to see how Fahmi's attitude towards Sekar, even though he was no longer young, but they were still romantic like a newlywed couple. He used to hope to be able to live happily with loved ones, but it turns out destiny willed another. Nevertheless, he tried sincerely and received all the destiny that God gave him.

Trying to smile in front of both parents even though the wound in the heart has not healed. "There's no need for anything, Pa, I was just wondering why Papa wasn't there next to Mama. Usually, you're always together like stamps."

"Ooh ... Papa thinks there's something important to talk about" Fahmi replied.

He sat across from Tsamara. "All the food is ready, how about we eat now? You also have to go to work, don't you, Tsa?" Tsamara is disturbing as the answer.

"Well, then let's start breakfast." Fahmi leads the do'a before eating.

The atmosphere of silence was created only the sound of the clang of the cutlery clashing with the plate, everyone seemed to enjoy the food cooked by Sekar. However, the silence had to be interrupted as Tsamara's cell phone rang.

Tsamara's hand grabbed the flat object, reading an incoming message sent by someone.

["I'm waiting for you in front of the gate."]

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Hello everyone, while waiting for the update of this work, let's stop by first to the author's work. This work tells about Zahira's parents who are in the work of the Bride Substitute of My Friend. So, for the curious Brother, yuk hunted docked!