RAGIL (First Love)
Season 2 #12
Sorry, as long as you stay, it won't change anything but deepening resentment.
-ragile
Arriving home, Azka immediately headed for her room. He cleaned himself in the bathroom after throwing his work clothes into a basket located in front of his bathroom door. Somehow, he often remembered how Marsha looked at him. The gaze was so sharp, there was a look of dislike in it. But why doesn't she like Azka? They even just met. Azka didn't have anything wrong, did she?
He turned on the shower lg, leaving his head covered in cold water that came out soaking all over his body. It felt so fresh, as if every tired in the corner of his body dissolved along with the falling water on the bathroom floor. He let himself enjoy the water a little longer. It seems like these few days he was too busy and tired. And bathing, became one of Azka's favorite activities while feeling like that.
He came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe attached to his body. A small towel covered her head. The sound of an open door followed by the clattering of steps in the living room beckoned Saga home. Tumben has returned home. So Azka immediately ran towards the closet, took out a nightgown suit for her to wear. Well, even if it's still late, it's okay.
"Well, you said you threw up again?" saga's voice echoed.The man was already standing in the doorway.His work shirt was a little shabby, with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The top two buttons were already open side by side with a tie loosening in the circle of his neck.
"Ah, that kid. He's a snitch." Azka grumbled in annoyance. Continue the activity of buttoning the pajamas milk brown with a picture of a bear in the lower right pocket.
"It's okay, so I know if you're okay. You can't boong anymore." said Saga as she approached Azka.
"You have an ally now." Azka replied with a chuckle. They are now standing face to face.
Saga only pressed his shoulders, He took a small towel that was on Azka's head, helping his wife to dry her hair that looked a little wet. Grain of water runs along the neck of its level. Makes Azka look fresher in Saga's eyes.
"Eh, I did" said Azka surprised by what Saga did.
"It's okay. Let me just." he said still continuing his action. Azka was speechless, only able to smile while continuing to look at the man in front of her who was focusing on drying her hair for her.
"Tumben you're romantic!" azka said with a smile. She kept looking at Saga from below. Yes, Saga with a towering posture requires Azka to look up when looking at him.
"Tuh, romantically spelled tumben, not romantic in say suck. Why do girls like that, Yang?"
"Don't know me either!" answer Azka origin.
Saga finished his work. Then he threw the little towel into the corner of the room where there was a laundry basket there.
"Lake in!" yells. Azka giggled in front of him.
"Are you okay?" tanya Saga stretched out her hand to feel Azka's smooth cheeks.
"Udah is okay. I think I got in the wind. Ketchapean." Azka said with a shady look facing her husband. "But Ay, that was me throwing up because of the writhing of his wife Ragil. Don't know why I'm so nauseous, haha." Cursed was Azka's mouth that couldn't filter her words. Saga looks stiff in place.
"Ragil???" there's a dislike tone there. And Azka realized her mistake. Duh!
"Emm, yeah, um Kara didn't say we met by accident"
"Why should he be again?" Now Saga's hand had slipped off Azka's cheek. Even his body had retreated a few steps away from his wife.
If this discussion could be done in a joking fashion, Azka would definitely answer "as stupid as possible." without the slightest guilt. But Azka knew, that mentioning the name Ragil alone could make her husband's firm jaw tightened perfectly. So he chose to shut up and just listen, as if Saga was monologuing there.
Uh, briefly. Why is the sentence ambiguous? So that means if you meet intentionally, will Azka feel anything? By the sea god Neptune, Azka had much mispronounced within minutes of her encounter with Saga this afternoon.
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"My decision is final. I want a divorce. I'll take care of the papers soon."
"Reg.." Nuri tightly grasped Ragil's fingers clenched on the table. He still could not take it for granted that his youngest son would end the marriage so soon. Although He knew that this marriage had never been desired by his son, but He never aspired that his beloved son would divorce his wife and end up being a widower. Nuri still hopes that this marriage can be fought, until finally they become a happy family.
Ragil does not seem to pester his mother's efforts, although Nuri repeatedly squeals his wishes in a stifled voice. Opposite him, there was Marsha who looked so disappointed by Ragil's words just now. Hey, they're only married in a matter of days. And Ragil easily said he was going to get a divorce? Marsha was busy with her thoughts. Some of the thoughts in his head were looking for who was rightfully to blame for this. Certainly not him, he thought.
"Tomorrow you go home with Mom. I don't want you here." Nuri stiffened again, a few words were thrown out in a pleading tone. But Ragil did not pay attention to Nuri's tweet next to him.
"Did I interrupt your life here if I stayed?" Marsha launched her response. He found someone he could drag to keep him here.
"Clearly!" Answer Ragil quickly.
"You can't see your boyfriend? what was his name?" marsha asked with a face made innocent and curious. Not forgetting he inserted a little injured expression there.
"Daughter? who?" This time it was Nuri who was like a beard fire. What else is this? after he was in shock and experiencing a decline in health when Marsha and her family came to hold him accountable, what kind of reality would he hear?
"Not hallucinations. I know you're the one who kicked your girlfriend here." Ragil replied terribly.
"Wait, explain to Mom. What's the matter? You still have a girlfriend besides Marsha Gil?" Nuri was getting impatient, not even hearing the last sentence Ragil said. He pressed his chest firmly behind the hijab he used.
"Ragil doesn't have anyone, even Marsha doesn't belong to Ragil."
"What if that woman named Azka is sitting here and you're going to admit her as a wife???" marsha nyalang. He has to win this, he thought. He should be allowed to live here in Jakarta.
"Azka?" Nuri looked at Ragil and Marsha alternately.
"Gil, are you Azka?" ask Nuri not to believe.
"Yes God. Mom, don't trust him. Ragil told me everything was the same, didn't he?"
"Marsha just wants to keep what belongs to Marsha Bu. Marsha wants to be here nemenin Ragil," he said lethargic and the sentence successfully attracted the attention of Nuri. Yes, Nuri as a woman would do the same. Survive where her husband is. Accompany and keep him from losing his loved ones. Nuri hesitates, what exactly makes Ragil hate Marsha, his ex-son? Is it true that only because of forced marriage, or indeed because the presence of Marsha makes Ragil can not...
Is it Ragil and Azka? Nuri's hurry dispels her bad thoughts. It seems Azka is not the right person to be the character in his bad thoughts earlier. But perhaps, Nuri agreed with what Marsha said.
"Marsha bener Gil. Marsha is here. You can solve the problem here. Without Mom, so that you may be free." Nuri lowered her head, pushing the chair back. Make room for himself to stand up and leave the dining table. That conversation made him lose his appetite. He chose to go to sleep now.
Marsha glanced at Ragil after Nuri's departure. One end of his lips lifted up, forming a triumphant grin. And Ragil really hates that woman even more.
Very cool acting Lo, An****!
