Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Plea

Balinese, balinese,

Harsa

At present he is only able to kneel before his wife, trying in various ways to make Sekar forgive him. His gaze slightly looked up at the tearful face of his wife and threw away his face from her.

"I'm sorry." I don't know how many times he said that. A thousand times he had to say an apology even if he was willing.

"I don't want to touch you. But don't know why, after you got pregnant I felt sorry for you. And it turns out it carried over after you gave birth. I'm sorry to see you take care of Andra, especially after you work."

He tried to explain what he actually experienced, without anything being covered in the slightest. But Sekar still refused to look at him.

"I've never played with another girl. Okay I'm wrong, if I'm not firm with those who are often spoiled for me. But I swear, I never had any interest in them." he explained again while holding his wife's hand.

"Never had interest, but not yet!" salak Sekar with a very cynical tone and again without looking at him.

At this time he was only able to sigh and try to keep taking his wife's heart back.

"Please, don't go to Surabaya. I'm sorry." she asked once more with a pleading gaze. But his wife was still reluctant to look at him, even just glancing was not.

This was the first time he had knelt down apologizing in front of a woman and this happened only to Sekar.

"Okay, I'm staying here." His wife's reply made her lips smile right then and there. But his happiness suddenly disappeared when Sekar stood up and took the black sling bag and wore it, regardless of the slightest of him who was still kneeling.

His face immediately frowned,

"Where are you going?"

"I want to go out with my friends, to get some food. Go to sleep first, I go home at night." said his wife without looking at him and disappeared behind the door.

Vast

The night atmosphere in Legian, Bali is getting crowded. His face is still seen smiling when gathered with his friends who used to also participate in the selection of tourist ambassadors in their respective regions.

"You why Sekar? Any issues?"

The question was only he answered with a head bob, then took a sip of the mocktail that was in front of him. She is still fully aware that she is a nursing mother, so she prefers drinks without alcohol.

"Related?" Andira squinted her eyes while looking at him.

"Yes, why the hell?" he asked with a slightly elevated tone, probably because his current mood was not fine. However, she is not the type of woman who tells all the problems to her friends.

"It looks like you have a problem ! And it's not okay." Andira's words made her swallow her saliva.

"Instantially, until it has to be followed. You didn't let your husband go with us?"

Harsa smiled at him, she really did not think that her husband was following her.

"I went there for a moment" she said as she left the table and headed to the table of her husband who was sitting alone and enjoying a bottle of mineral water.

"Mas, what's the matter here?" his hiss with a tone full of aggravation.

"Yes, follow you as well. Why why?" Harsa looked very relaxed answering as if they had not fought before.

Do not ask where Harsa knows where he went, because the answer is a gps application installed on their mobile phones both.

"I can go home by myself, besides I'm the same as my friends." he grunted rudely while throwing his eyes at some women who were squeaking their bodies as the music kicked.

"Must go to a place like this? Is there nowhere else for you to gather? Since when have you been going to a place like this?"

All the barrage of questions coming out of her husband's lips made her gap. Not because Harsa changed, all this time for this kind of business and men's affairs, her husband was still very possessive and exaggerated.

But the problem is this is asked by Harsa after they had a big fight. Oh..Oh my..!

"Whatever..!" she left her husband's desk and went back to her own desk.

She chose to keep laughing with her friends, although occasionally glancing towards her husband who was still sitting quietly waiting for her while busy with the wide-screen gadget. However, for a long time he was caught off guard by the situation that made him not free.

"Mas want to stay here? I'm going home!" salaknya, suddenly made Harsa turn his eyes from the gadget screen to his face.

"OKAY..! Come on..!" Harsa stood up following his steps.

Harsa

Along the way to the hotel, Sekar chose silence and repeatedly threw his hand very trying to hold his wife's soft hand.

Even until he was in the room, Sekar still ignored him. His wife also chose to sleep on her back.

But he kept trying to win back his wife's heart. His hands were coiled around Sekar's slender waist and tried to hug him tightly. Again, the soft hand threw out his hand.

"Weight ahh mas..! I'm tired, I'm going to sleep !" salak Sekar without turning over.

His lips smiled thinly and then peeked at the top of his wife's head.

"Yes, good night dear." he muttered softly, then withdrew from his wife while looking at the ceiling of his hotel room.

"2 years ago, their first night felt so beautiful. But now? I alone made it mess." her inner self, then looked at the back of Sekar whose breathing began to be regular.

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