Red Noctah
The Part 19
That night, out of condolence, when he agreed to a dinner at his in-laws' house. Bhishma looks happy, I don't know what makes the man always be gentle and attentive after the incident. If the man knew, even smiling hurts when he remembers it.
When sitting quietly, a row of chairs with her husband. Mother-in-law and Papa in front of them. Everyone seemed to enjoy the dishes in front of him. Nothing deviates, a family so warm and quiet. If you also do not find the Echoes there, actually the man went where, suddenly the longing reached his heart. The feeling of being presumptuous to meet makes him a little anxious in his sitting.
"Why are you, if there's something you're thinking?" ask Bisma gently. When it shakes in the gamang.
"Honey, how about you stay here," bargained Mama who immediately rejected smooth if.
"Next time, Ma. Maybe if you'll take longer, thanks for the dinner." Feeling bad, but the most relevant answer to reject it.
"Yes, Ma. Next time we do it," added Bisma. Bu Mita said, women who still look beautiful and fashionable in their fifties always feel lonely. Actually, he wanted his daughter-in-law to stay with him, too bad it seems if he is still not comfortable with his current life.
For a long time they chatted, until ten o'clock at night, Bisma and Bila decided to go home.
"Next time we go? Mama really wants you to live there," said Bisma opened her voice. They were on their way home after finishing dinner.
"Can't promise to a thing that even I don't know myself" said Bila flatly.
"You're either willing enough, or you can put it off" explained the man casually.
When more silent, reluctant to open the chat in any form. Too lazy to chiming in on someone who even if himself is reluctant to share words.
"Until when will you endure your coldness, when?"
"Until you get tired of greeting me, and the day comes. You'll give up and walk away."
"What if I can't do that? This feeling is instinctive, neither preventable nor forbidden."
"Then you should also be able to appreciate my decisions that you might not even like."
"I know I'm wrong, I won't force you to see where I am. I just want to be close to you with our son."
"What made you do that to me, we've known you all so well for four years, why do you have to admit that, my friend?" Bisma pulled the car over. He glanced gently at the woman sitting next to him. There are many wounds in his net. Instantly Bhishma turned away, powerless to stare at the black bead which began to condense.
When silent, in fact accepting the reality according to his version is extraordinarily sick. There are many things in the view of people who are fine, in fact not. Everything that starts with a mistake hurts. Try to be him for a moment, feel the pain of the heart that is hurt because it has to keep the feelings of the people around him.
Arriving at home, when you get out of the car and just get in. Precede Bisma who walks leisurely right behind him. When directly visited her room, without changing clothes or cleaning first, the woman was indifferent to dropping her body weight on the bed. The corner of his net glanced at Bisma who was preparing to put herself on the sofa.
Sorry, Bhishma. I can't accept any reason. It's too painful, you destroyed it overnight. The pain grew real, when it turned out that there was another life in my womb.
Sorry, Bila. I can't be honest. I love you, I hope God will always give you blessing, no matter what path I have to take.
Pandu who was not asleep at that time was quite amazed to see the car when out of the garage at night. The man rushed to tell his cousin by phone. No, no word. Maybe the guy was too fast asleep or fainted.
Guide the curious to jump to the balcony next door. He knocked on the door quite hard. Although he liked to be upset with his brother, but he had to report that his wife went out alone.
"The room!" the sound of glass pounding on the doorstop was able to make the man disturbed. Bhishma was awake, staring at the noisy door. Time just twelve o'clock through the commotion is already greeting.
"What a hell, so noisy!" upset Bisma grumbled, walked towards the door and opened it.
"Lo's wife's grandmother inside isn't she?" Pandu looked inside.
"Sleep him, don't be noisy later when you're angry," replied Bisma Sayu. Out of curiosity Pandu directly sneaked in, researching the bed that is not empty.
"When you sleep, who came out?" Pandu has not given up.
"You're the reason, bothering people night and night." Bhishma pushes Pandu's body out of the room. At first glance, the man examines the bed. When not used to sleep fully covered. Although not long ago they were one room, Bisma always noticed her irregular sleeping style, tend to throw her blankets.
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Instantly the man grabbed the blanket with an uneasy feeling. A feeling of annoyance, anger, and annoyance rumbled into one mastering his chest. The lodged drowsiness disappeared, disappeared already drifting. He quickly came out, calling his wife's name.
"When! When!" All the rooms he visited, no trace anywhere. Recall the words of Pandu that woke him up. That guy must know something. Bisma returned to the room. Calling the neighbor's house.
"Guide, come with me now!" his word is uncontested.
"What! Didn't believe it, now's the confusion?" taunting from behind the door.
"Seriously Pandu, if I say it, he's not home."
"Lo's wife ran away, I saw for myself when I left in her car. Lo anyway, don't want to be forced, try to be like me, comfortable him."
"It can be in them! If you can't go, help me find him, Pandu."
"What do I get when I find your wife."
"What do you ask for? I'll consider, please help me find it." Bisma can't call his wife's cell phone, apparently when accidentally deactivated. The man hurried away, descending into the quiet streets. The night is getting late, the streets are off guard, but it makes the man anxious not to play. Afraid if you drive alone at night.
"Oh my God .. It's my fault!" Many times the bisma hit the roundabout of the steering. Looks agitated not necessarily direction.
