REGRET BED
CHAPTER 25
Luna sat pensively on the front porch of her house with her faithful cell phone in her grasp. Since returning home, Luna always carries her phone anywhere. He always expected Delon to contact him. Yes, although it's a little impossible.
Luna breathed a heavy sigh when her phone was indeed no one to contact. He chose to keep his phone in his pocket and turned to staring at the small street in front of his house. A lot of people passed by there. Until Luna's view was not diverted when a group of teenagers in white ash uniforms flashed in front of her house.
Yes, they are Luna's peers. They walked into each other with such happy smiles. As if there were no burdens on their shoulders. And Luna? He could no longer enjoy that time. Even now he feels he is at the toughest point in his life. Where she was pregnant out of wedlock until she had to get married at the age that Luna should still be sitting in high school.
Plus the misunderstanding that occurred in his house to make Luna have to lose her prospective child. Not even finished with the problem, now Delon the husband must languish in prison. It is a heavy road that Luna must experience. But Luna could do nothing, she could only accept fate.
Remembering Delon's name did make him miss. Moreover, she could not visit the man who had the status of her husband. Hahh, it's true said D*lan, longing is hard. Luna really felt it now.
"Luna"call someone who broke Luna's daydream.
"Ehh, mother" said Luna.
"Please sit down" Luna said politely.
"You're home alone?"ask Niken.
"Yes" replied Luna.
"Emm, you're going with me" asked Niken.
"Where are you going, ma'am?"ask Luna.
"Later you will know" answered Niken.
"Now you're ready, I'm waiting" orders Niken. Luna could only nod her head. He did not dare to refuse his mother-in-law's invitation.
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Finished changing clothes, Luna and Niken immediately set a goal that Luna herself did not know where. Luna looked out the window as the car she was riding drove away from her yard.
"Lun"call Niken.
"Yes" replied Luna.
"Would you be patient waiting for Delon to get out of prison?"niken asked that made Luna smile.
"Surely son, definitely. Delon will definitely hear your explanation" Nike said as she hugged Luna.
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On the other hand Delon felt lonely. Not lonely because there's no cellmate. However Delon felt a sense of desolation in his heart. Luna. The one name that made her day so colorful, now I don't know where. Luna. The name that always makes it the spirit of work is now no beside him.
Delon closed her eyes so tightly while holding onto her chest that felt so tight. Luna. The name kept spinning in his head. It felt like meeting Luna and hugging her tightly while saying an apology.
"Oh my God, do I still deserve to be called a husband" said Delon. Even unconsciously her tears just dripped.
There was regret in his heart. Plus, he's married to another woman. There is a sense of guilt in Delon.
"I'm sorry Lun" muttered Delon. Delon closed his eyes while adjusting his breathing to be calmer.
"Brother Delon, someone's visiting" the police voice made Delon sober. By wiping away the rest of her tears, Delon walked out the cell lazily.
With his face down and heavy breathing, Delon sat on the bench without seeing who was visiting him. Even because he was too lazy, Delon did not know if the person he missed was in front of him.
"Delons"
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Delon's heart raced so fast upon hearing the voice he so longed for.
"No way, I must be hallucinating" Delon thought, shaking his head slowly.
"Delon" call Luna while reaching for Delon's hand to hold. Feeling his hand held by someone made Delon look up. And how happy Delon was when she saw her little wife whom she longed for was in plain sight. Even without excuse her tears just flowed.
"I'm sorry Lun, I'm sorry" Delon said as he carried Luna into his arms. Luna who got a hug from her husband also returned the hug tightly. Even Luna was already crying in her husband's arms. While Niken, her tears have also dripped when she saw her son and daughter-in-law hugging each other to let go of longing.
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