Possive Husband

PH-12

PoV Satria

I took my breath, loosened the knot of my chest wrapped around my neck and unbuttoned the top two blue shirts I was wearing.

After exhaling my breath out loud and rubbing my face rough before finally deciding to get out of my car. I walked slowly towards the house, which looked lonely from the outside. But no one knew who was in that house, the one who made me feel comfortable.

“Sat? home..” The soft voice always greeted me as I entered the house without greetings as usual. I smiled at Meisha who was going down the stairs one by one.

“aku dirty..”.

“aku not intact..” 

Suddenly those words reoccur in my mind. The words that made Meisha shut up for a week. And, it's been three weeks since that sickening incident. But I still couldn't hold back my hatred when I had to look at the incident and see the face of the fucking man.

“Satria?”

I blinked Meisha's warm hand touching me. He looked at me with half a vision, not really as focused as he used to be.

I was still silent as Meisha stroked my arm. His body looked thinner, he also became more reserved than usual. It is rarely even cheerful. There is only Meisha who often daydream and stay in the room, the poolside swing is also very rarely used.

Damn guy.

“hey! daydream. Shower first, then eat it and keep resting” said Meisha. He smiled faintly, then took over the bag, suit, and tie from my hand.

Even if I didn't say anything in response, Meisha turned around and walked up the stairs. He looked so fragile from behind. His back looks weak.

I put my feet fast, trying to reach it almost to the first rung.

“you're getting thinner” said after successfully hugging her from behind. I felt Meisha's body stiffen, she didn't say anything.

“you're all right Mei?” ask after a few moments of silence. The real stupid question. Judging from any side, he didn't look all right.

Again Meisha was silent, she did not answer. I didn't say anything, but fell silent with Meisha, who chose silence. I scrunched my arms around her waist and drowned my face in her gulps. Today was so tiring, and the fact that Meisha had not returned as usual made my tiredness multiply.

“Mei?” I flinched and raised my face as I felt some water drenching my arms.

“i am not okay aja” said Meisha slowly. He suddenly turned around and hugged me who was still pecking.

“you must have guessed already married me. I'm sorry” again I was surprised by what he said.

Feeling trapped he said? Then if I had said something happy to her lately, would she have also said that I was so because I was framed?

“you should pantes dapaet women more than me huh. Not a rich dirty I gini” he continued.

“stop, stop May! I don't want to hear anything else”

 

Meisha shouldn't have to say anything more, I'm actually fed up enough to hear words like that. Hearing my Mother-in-law's explanation earlier about what Meisha experienced in her past, was not a pleasant thing for me.

Knowing Meisha had become a living creature that almost committed suicide long ago, is not something I ever imagined happened in his life which is now my wife. It's all because of that jerk named Julian. 

“maaf” says Meisha frail. His embrace of me began to loosen, he had just let me go when I was about to return the hug.

“out there said our people do not need to see the past, because we do not live in it. Unless we live in the present and will go to the future” said me in a calm tone so that Meisha can convince herself.

“ the past is a journey into the future. Continuing to lament the past instead of meaning will lead us to a strong figure in the future. When you decide to step into the future, bury it and leave behind the dark past you once experienced. Given the slump is not a good thing for life now” continued me.

“but that thing in the past left empty space that made me feel imperfect as a wife, made me feel unworthy to get your affection Sat!”

It was beyond my expectations, Meisha shouted and let out all the ayapas she felt. It was obvious that the look was hurt in his eyes as he looked up and looked into my eyes, like there was a deep wound that Meisha had kept for a long time but it had not healed.

“what empty space makes you lose the possibility to be a mother?” I asked still with as calm an expression as possible. Meisha quiet.

“in fact I'm here, I hug you without the slightest bit of contempt for the flaws you don't want. I'm here, I always go home and come back with you” continued me. I took my breath in, tried as quietly as possible and dampened the emotional turmoil within myself.

“and in fact—” I spat for a moment to reassure what I said

“I have fallen in love with my wife who has that empty space”.

I said it, yes I managed to say it and at that moment I felt Meisha's body stiffen again. Am I wrong to love my wife like this? No human being is created perfect, right? God has brought us together in a marriage line, even if the way we are met is not a pleasant thing, but am I wrong if I feel love for my wife whom God has destined for me? 

Meisha promised me once, I will definitely go home to her when dusk comes. He didn't break his promise, he was right. I will always go home to her at dusk and will stay by her side during the work nights, and wake up to greet her with a sweet kiss when the sun appears.