Rangga's Beloved Wife

Lovemire

The beach is one of the amazing natural tourist destinations. Because there are so many things you can do there. Starting from enjoying the atmosphere of the breeze, inhaling the aroma of salty sea water, rustling coconut leaves blown by the wind, and the pounding of soothing waves. In addition, you can also see the emergence and sinking of the sun to enjoy the culinary of grilled fish.

The beach has two different meanings. First, for those who live side by side with the beach. For them, the beach is their home. Their footsteps on the fine sand became their daily record. Some go to sea, some go to play, some go to calm their hearts and minds.

The second is those who make the beach their port, the port of all fatigue, the turmoil of life, and the overflow of joy. The beach is like a friend who is far away, there is always free time and the opportunity to meet.

Footsteps along the row of beaches, like a barrage of good memories. Looks the Goddess of the night perfectly rounded as a symbol of coolness of heart.

Every drop of sweat that comes out will never be in vain and will bear sweet fruit in time. Heart-setting waves, accompanying time to relax after a long day.

He looked at the bright sky. Although without a sprinkling of stars, it is still fascinating. A pair of unrelenting eyes looked at the beach in astonishment.

When the sadness that is happening, it feels that sadness is carried by the waves. When the happiness that is filling the heart, it feels like the waves that come multiply the happiness.

His arrival to Anyer of course wants to release fatigue. Releasing the mummified taste that nearly two months hit his household. He wants his mother to take responsibility for his actions. But he was also more shocked when the mother was arrested.

"Bag,"

"Yes,"

"Why didn't I tell you we were coming?"

"Do you remember this place?"ask Rangga.

" Remember dong, mas. This is where we got the reception first. Thanks, mas. You remember our place of memory."

"Ras," Rangga saw Laras walking away.

"Yes, my mom."

"Awwwwww... mas alurunin!" Laras patted Rangga's back.

Rangga carried his wife without stopping. Laras had protested feeling dizzy as the man twisted his body. A small cottage they stopped while looking at the sky.

"Ras, you see the sky." Rangga pointed towards the sky.

"Yes, why?"

"You know that the stars are angels staring at us."

"Because there's beauty in it. You know, the stars that sparkle the most are like thousands of angels peering at humanity. You see that moon? pretty right?"

Rangga and Laras walk hand in hand. still enjoy the beauty of Anyer beach at night.

"It's been seven years, ma'am."

"You asked me to be your wife for six months. I was afraid it would be like a novel I was reading. Start a home without love. Especially having to marry a man who hasn't moved on from his stepbrother."

Rangga and Laras exchanged looks. It did not feel Rangga's body was only one cent away from Laras.

Rangga's hand raised the chin Laras. Again their eyes met each other, Laras repeatedly swallowed his saliva. Calm down their heart that is pounding fast. Without further ado Rangga grabbed his wife's lips. Laras tried to close her eyes enjoying the gentle touch of her husband. The barrel that has been sitting on Rangga's thigh feels lulled by the rhythm of the beat of the lips of men.

"Larasati bint Fauzan, will you be the last woman for me. Become the mother for my Bagas and maybe someday there will be junior Rangga or junior Laras."

"Rangga Baratayudha bint Aryo. Will you be the last man in my life. Be Bagas' favorite father or maybe another junior."

Rangga immediately smothered his wife's lips slowly. Laras also followed the rhythm of the movement of her husband's lips. And as the moon rises in the east. Rangga carrying his wife ala bridal style. Rangga put Laras into the room.

Laras felt the grip of her husband's hand so strong. She was presented with the handsome face of the man who had been her husband for seven years. There was no distance that slashed the two of them. The faces of the two were getting closer with increasingly fixed gazes.

The woman's hand no doubt crept on the skin of Rangga's face white and frayed. Closer and closer until the thin lips penetrated the mouth cavity wrapped in a ludicrous thin mustache. The characteristic body aroma made the woman stick her hands on the back of the neck more tightly.

"I'm sorry if in five years it hasn't been by your side. I asked if I was impressed to be on my mom's side. My conscience is worried about you two. But actually my little heart is stronger than yours, Race." Bisik Rangga after momentarily releasing the pagutan from his wife's lips.

"If you want to hate me for my mama, for my faults all along. I'm willing, Ras. I'm willing to make sure you don't leave me." Whisper Rangga with a trembling voice.

Laras just lowered his head slowly. If she could turn back the clock she wouldn't have left the house just because of her husband's family. If she could turn back the clock, she would follow Rangga to Japan to ensure her husband's condition. Unfortunately, if he remembers the time of the round, he was trapped in a barrier so large, namely his mother-in-law.

"You know, Mas. Never once did I have the slightest thought of turning to any man. If indeed you are still alive, I always hope that you come home to pick me up and Bagas. If you're gone, I'll never marry again. You are my first love, the first man to reign in my heart. The first man I gave up body." Rangga looked at his wife closely. Removing his wife's wet face.

"Don't go again, Mum. Don't you go missing again without news like five years ago. If it happens again, I will no longer forgive you."

love is a good trait that inherits all kindness, feelings of compassion and compassion. Love as a foundation for building harmonious relationships and one way to achieve happiness.

love can also be the pillar of a relationship. That is, the power of love. One will always learn how to feel warmth, tenderness, and beauty. With the power of love, one is taught how to cope with anxiety and fear.

How is that love present? Reflections of love have been reflected since humans were born in the world. The cry of a baby that needs touch from his parents, as if affirming that the entity of love has become the basic need of the beginning of a life.

Laras can still survive until the moment because of his love for Rangga. The strong foundation he had applied within him. Laras also always pinned the name of Rangga and Bagas in every prayer.