Pasung Tuan Muda's

51. The Destroyed Point Of A Husband

Revan POV

The day kept rolling, even the time seemed to laugh at me at this moment. How not, various problems that come and go do not want to move away. While to look for fresh air, it feels very difficult because of the irony gripping the soul. Right inside the room, I stared at the watch on the wall with silver paint.

Thoughts are still raging on both sides. Between Refal—my son, with Anissa clearly not recognizing who his father was. In the context of this discussion, I am just a fragment of heart that is troubled by the decision. As for finding the truth, it was very difficult.

Once I got to my mind, I wanted to end this life by killing my body and soul. However, on the other hand I still love the two children who currently do not know how. I admit, that you are the only father who has no affection for a soulmate.

Burst of light above the sky presents a beautiful panorama, I glanced at a glance while wanting to find the beauty by jumping the body from the top of the cot. A step that is increasingly shaky, carrying a body like no life is treading on the balcony of the second floor. The highlight of the crescent moon as if flirting, the beauty was once created a messrah moment when with the first wife.

Now gone, even the Creator seemed to have forgotten me. How He did not forget, because all this time I only focused on the lust and material carcasses of the world. Maybe this road is what finally dragged both feet to stare at the edge of the sidewalk, uncovering the mystery is not divided until the fire blazes hot like a mountain merapi

Tonight I alone, just holding back the turmoil of helplessness against the destiny of life. The atmosphere of the house was very crowded, but my heart felt very quiet like a grave. The black cloud clad in white mist moved gracefully there and here, dancing over the wounds I was suffering from at this moment.

Suddenly, I felt a hand land from behind my body. The touch was very gentle and made this self look at a glance.

“What are you doing here?” my many.

“Mas, you're not sleeping?” He's back to nanya.

“I'm not sleepy, if you want to sleep, please.”

“Mas, I want to ask you.”

“Say,” I answered briefly, then I turned back to the sky filled with stars.

“Do you not love me anymore? Lately, I've been giving up a lot and sleeping by myself. We even split the bed to your liking. Are you sorry to marry me now?” asked the wife, silencing my mouth.

Hearing that, I shook my head twice. Honestly, what he said was true. That I've had enough of living with him. Not because I had other options, but rather his attitude was very boring. Spending billions of dollars just to facilitate other men out there.

Actually I've apologized to her more than enough. However, he even more so and wanted to kill this family with his bare hands. From there I thought that she was not as good as Marissa— my former wife.

Although we parted ways for a long time, but I have never uttered a talaq to her. Especially divorcing. Maybe this is karma for me, preferring an actor who is obviously an enemy in a blanket. As a result of the incident that night, forbidden acts also occurred. As a man, I cannot escape responsibility.

“Mas, why are you silent?” ask again.

“Siska, please don't give me any more burden now. Leave me at this time, because I'm dizzy,” I said as I let her go.

“Easy once you forget our good times back then. If you do consider me a burden, why did you dare to oppose my mother and your mad mama treasure to continue this marriage.”

“Shut your mouth! Take care of your words, do not once again I hear words that vilify my mother.” With my right hand, I pointed at the face of the other person.

“Did you forget, Mas, who forced me to marry you if not your mama!”

“Barthy woman!” I raised my right hand and slapped his wife on the cheek.

Without answering, I also inched away from the presence of the wife. With a quick step, I took a black jacket, a cell phone, and a car key over the nightstand. Then, I went and went down the second-floor steps. After arriving at the garage door threshold, I picked up a sports car and left the courtyard of the house.

I don't know where this car will take me, only the sunyinya of the night that now accompany the lonely soul. Right in a city with a little light—, I stopped at the cafe. Quickly, I parked the car on the porch and entered the room with dazed steps.

I chose the front seat, the gaze was just staring out of the traffic. Suddenly, someone came up with a small tap.

“Goodnight, sir, order what, yes?” ask her gently.

Hearing those words, I turned my body while glancing at him. “I order warm coffee only one glass.”

Then I looked up, from her as I knew her. He wears a hat and covers half of his face. While from his style, exactly the same as Marissa—my ex-wife. However, from earlier he was just stunned without even bothering to shuffle.

“Sorry, sir, just wait for the order to come,” said the waiter while leaving me alone.

Why is it so strange, yes, it's like seeing a ghost. Is she really Marissa? But there's no way he works in this cafe, my mind is in art.

A few minutes later, the phone in my pocket rang. Quickly, I opened and stared at the notification coming from Siska. Still so sick of it, I turned off my phone and silenced all the phone calls that came.

For tonight, I spent time alone, with nothing to interfere with. Whoever it is. While waiting for a warm drink, I stared at a bartender in the corner of the room. Suddenly, a maid dressed in a red uniform came over.

From his walking style, it was very different from the one before. The eyes of both eyes were also very different. Upon his arrival at the right side of the table, he placed my order warm coffee as he invited.

“Please drink, Sir,” said.

“I-iya, thank you,” I replied.

“If anyone wants to order again, please call the employee or go to the bartender, Sir.”

Without answering, I stared at the glass. Why did his face change, huh? Or maybe it wasn't Marissa. But I understand very well, that it was Marissa.

“Mbak,” call me to hold the step of the maid in the red uniform.

“I-iya, Sir, can I help you?” tanyakanya.

“I want to ask, Ma'am, can?”

“Please, Sir. Emang wants to ask what,” he replied while throwing a knotty smile.

To begin with, I felt very heavy. However, the heart and mind continued to rage at the sight that had appeared very clear.

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