Queen the Ruler

The Pain of Imagery

In the dimness of the hospital room, a pair of eyes that had been closed seemed to slowly open little by little. It is the image, the heartache and calmness now at the same time he gets.

Although no one knows if he was watching the husband who was sleeping down there was getting a kiss on his forehead from a woman who was not his wife.

“He loves you so much, Mas. Perhaps my love is even defeated by her love for that woman. I feel like my life will never be able to love you forever. Because I am aware of what I am suffering right now. I would not be able if at any time Mas asked me to try to be okay and survive.”

Trying to calm down, Citra chose to close her eyes slowly dripping tears that were increasingly coming out.

While below, the Queen also closed her eyes when she felt her lips touch the forehead of a man who is difficult to reach at this time. The pent-up longing is now fused together with a loving kiss.

I swear by whatever the heart of the flowery Queen gets a chance that she never expected to come to her.

“Thank you for tonight, Al.” said he moved on from his seat. The Queen rushed out of Citra's nursery room. He chose to return home after venting the hidden longing.

His departure made Citra's cries increasingly swift. She was unable to let her husband be touched by another woman. However, be aware that the husband is actually so put deep love in the woman.

“Although you didn't say it, Mas Alfat. I know everything you feel. Even every night you still think of the Queen. I know your love will never die for that woman, Mas. I understand my position is not as deep as your mass woman.” Unable to vent tears, Citra was only able to scream in the heart.

The woman whom the husband loved so much in the past has now returned and wants her position back.

All night Citra can only cry until she herself is not aware when she sleeps. In the morning, the one who wakes up early is the husband.

Alfat blinked a few times when he felt a warm cloth covering his body. The blanket the Queen wore last night was on her body.

Well, the Queen was no longer in position last night. I don't know where the woman went, now Alfat actually turned to look at the back of the wife who turned her back on the gurney there.

“Citra.” The call with a soft voice was now heard. However, instead of turning around, Citra closed her eyes.

“Honey, it's morning. We clean your body first yeah?” Slowly and gently Alfat held the wife's shoulder and flipped her body.

His forehead frowned in wonder when he saw the eyelids of the wife who had been swollen. It was clear that Citra had been crying all night.

“Cit. Citra, what's wrong? Why crying? What hurts?” alfat asked with both cheeks of his wife.

Can not help crying, then Citra opened her eyes that looked reddened.

“Mas,” sound vibrates smoothly as Citra hugs the body of the husband.

“What does the Queen do something? Tell me what's he doing? She shouldn't have slept while she was here. What are you doing with him?”

In the heart Citra answered. “My love was stolen by him, Mas. He took it from me. I'm sick to see it, Mas.” However, Citra only speaks in the heart and he is only able to speak.

“Nothing he did. Even he didn't sleep here last night, Mas. He went home.” replied Citra.