Prison Wound

Twelve

Ratih did not answer the question directly from her husband. He instead gave a look of astonishment at the man he knew was very affectionate. During dating and marriage, it felt like this time her husband asked about his client. Previously, Reno only cared about when the schedule was practical and also went home to make sure he himself picked up if there was no busyness. Reno often goes abroad or out of town to expand its business.

"I'm asking you, you know." Reno reminded me of such a friendly voice. Even impressed as if he was sulking.

Train to the point of wanting to laugh to hear and also see Reno's expression when saying it. "Mas tumben, anyway, ask up to the client's condition? You know, I can't answer that question either."

"Because you spent the night there. Who knows his client handsome guy, can play the guitar, his voice melodious and also romantic. You are fascinated by him. That's why you defend yourself until you don't go home." Reno answered smartly enough. He knows exactly who his wife is.

"If there is such a thing. Unfortunately, my client is a woman. About how he is, I still do not want to answer, mas. There's a profession vow that requires me to keep it. Although my husband, talking about the client is not the case, not the thing that is justified. What matters is that I'm here now. If it is kangen ...." Ratih did not continue his words. He approached Reno and sat on the man's lap. Her hands moved up and down rubbing her husband's chest.

"Not now, Tih. I still have an appointment with my client this morning. I don't feel good if I'm late. Later, yeah." Reno lowered Ratih's hand from his chest. Instead, the man kissed his wife's lips gently.

Meanwhile, Raditya who heard Riena's desire to tell him something, immediately felt paralyzed. The bones of his body seemed to be shrinking in worry. It felt like he could not bear to see Riena herself telling a story. The pain, the trauma and the wound are still gawking. What this wife will do, will obviously deepen the wound itself. Raditya was convinced, Riena was not yet fully prepared.

"Well, sit next to me" Pinta Reina.

Without a word Raditya complied with Riena's request. For a moment he did not dare to look at his wife's face. Raditya is not that strong. Hearing the doctor's explanation alone she had to endure the anger, disappointment and sadness that came along with the hard break. Especially if it must be Riena directly who conveys.

"Well, the night I attended Restu's wedding, a-ak--" Riena did not continue. His voice trembled at the end of the sentence as it held back the crying. Nothing yet, his lips were already so heavy to speak.

"Bee, please don't force yourself. I appreciate your desire to tell me whatever it is you want to tell me. I no longer ask. I'm not asking you to explain anything either. It's not that I closed my eyes to the stupid thing you did yesterday. I just don't want us to talk about it. What made you do it? Why did you even think that far? It doesn't matter to me anymore." Raditya grabbed Riena's left hand. He returned his wife's sad gaze with a gaze full of love and warmth.

"The most important thing now is just how I can take care of you, make you comfortable and get back to living our wonderful lives together. Your sadness is my sadness, Bee. Your wounds must also be my wounds. In the journey of life, of course, all the feelings we will experience. From the beginning we were married, I said, I don't promise to always make you happy. Because I can't, Bee. I know one day there must be a cry on our way. But you remember what I promised, right?" Raditya's gaze grew deeper and deeper.

"I'm sorry, Ay. I'm not ready to be honest. I'm not asking you to understand something you don't already know. One thing's for sure, I'm not okay, Ay." Riena's defense collapsed again. His crying again could not be held back.

Raditya grabbed his wife's shoulder, making Riena reflexively lean her head on Raditya's shoulder. There were no more words he could speak. Only a roaring cry revealed how fragile she was.

"I make sure I don't expect any explanation from you, Bee. About what makes you not okay, I really care about it. But we still have a lifetime to share and tell stories. No need to rush."

Riena's sobs were increasingly heard roaring. In his mind it flashed a question, "Will Raditya's attitude be the same if he knew the real problem?" Riena closed her eyes, trying to focus her mind on all the good she received from her husband. Stringing up some events that show and prove how the man of his choice is indeed the perfect backing figure for him.

Raditya rubbed Riena's wet cheeks with his fingers. From this close distance, he had only seen clearly the red marks there. His heart returned. All this time, he had always treated his wife gently. Despite the anxiety, she never pinched any part of Riena's body. He knew very well how sensitive his wife's skin was. Just smiling, Riena's cheeks had instantly met red.

"Well, can I ask you something?" riena asked still in the middle of her sobs that were beginning to subside. His head was still resting comfortably on the husband's shoulder.

"Of course I can." Raditya answered while rubbing Riena's hair.

"Before we go home, either later to mom's house or return to Jakarta. I wanted to meet with Ratih first. I forgot I didn't ask for her number. I think I need a psychologist, Ay. Not that I don't trust you. I ha---,"

"I know, Bee. I-i understand. Even though I can be anyone for you. And even if I can do everything for you, of course you still need someone else. I don't mind at all. Do whatever makes you feel okay to come back amazing. One thing I asked for, involve God in it" Raditya said as he slightly moved his body to kiss Riena on the forehead. However, the intention was stopped when the door of the room opened slowly followed by the step of a nurse entering there.

Meanwhile, Reno, who had just finished preparing to leave for a place, appeared to be spraying perfume on her neck.

"Mas, Rino's here. It's waiting outside. How did the tumben get Rino?" Ratih gave the information as well as asked her husband shortly after entering the room.