Should We Divorce?

18

Sunday is the most awaited day for everyone. Time for the body to take a break from activity. It is a good time to enjoy time with family. And those are the theories most hated by Antares Risjad.

He does not want to go through today. He hated the day he spent locked up at home. He wants out. If necessary he is willing to work every day so as not to be with the person he hates the most in the same room. Like now.

Ares let out a rough breath as he opened his eyes and found Serena in the same space. His den. The woman was cleaning Ares' desk still in her sleeping pajamas.

Ares' body slowly woke up from the fall. He revealed a rough thick blanket that the damned must have installed Serena somehow. A slightly sore body because all night sleeping on the sofa, he did not care. The man sat staring at Serena.

"Well, are you here?"

Serena looked over with a sweet smile. He continued to compile the scattered file of Ares. "Are you awake?"

Ares quiet. His face was frozen hideously. Maybe the aura that pierced Serena's back made the woman a little uncomfortable and covered her anxiety by asking Ares anything.

"You've been smoking a lot, Res. Next time less. It's not healthy to know."

"This is who made the coffee last night? You make it yourself? How can I not wake up?"

"Oh yeah, this morning you want a sar-

"I think I should set up a warning board at the door, so that people with no interests can't get in here."

Serena's body instantly brushed as Ares' cold voice entered her eardrum at a very close distance. The woman gulped and neutralized her fearful face before turning around. He turned the body facing Ares who was only five inches away from him.

Serena moistened her lips and smiled faintly. "I-i-i

"I shouldn't have my things touched by people."

Serena's face turned uncomfortable. She stood awkwardly like a slave who was scolded by her master, whereas the one in front of her was now her own husband.

"I'm sorry I was so rude to come in here and touch your stuff. I just want to check on you for a second. And here," Serena grabbed a hot cup of tea from Ares' desk, and she offered it kindly. "I made this special for you. Warm honey tea as usual."

Without intending to take it, Ares stared at the teacup indifferently. He drew Serena back with a cold look. "To the point, what exactly is the purpose of you coming here and bothering to clean my desk."

Serena answered the insinuation with a blank smile. "I just want you to sleep well or not."

"I slept really well, thank you. Anything else?"

I don't know why Serena's lower lip was shaking. He was nervous, agitated, afraid. It turns out that standing in front of Ares is not as comfortable as it used to be. "I-I'm also worried because you don't sleep in our room and instead sleep in your workspace."

Ares tilted his head with a sharp aiming gaze. "I've noticed lately you've been paying attention like this. I'm so flattered that you're too considerate."

"meaning?" Bisik Serena's.

"You've been getting a lot of little attention like gini" Ares's eyes went down staring at the teacup. "With this tea, with the blanket you put on."

"I'm just trying to meet your needs, really."

"I don't need any of that. I don't need little attention like this. Instead of being comfortable, I felt uneasy, "and Ares drew Serena with a cynical look. "The only one who does everything is you."

Serena flinching. He looked down for a while because his eyes were really heating up. As he lifted his head, there was Ares who was still looking at him with his chest closed.

"I'm also confused as to why you suddenly thought of me sleeping where, while from the first day we got married you refused to sleep with me."

For a while they just kept looking at each other. Serena doesn't know why Ares can be this circus. And again, what Ares always discussed was Serena's past mistakes. Serena knew it was that. But can't Ares keep bringing up what he used to do? Because honestly, now it all hurts a lot to remember.

"Why do you always talk about the past anyway, Res?" Whisper Serena with an injured tone.

Ares held his breath for a moment. The keyword 'past' seems to be a very sensitive word in his ear, so that leads him to remember a piece of the word Altan last night. Knowing that Serena is starting to blatantly bring her past boyfriend home, makes her blood boil. Hatred increases. She hates that Serena keeps giving her the attention she deserves as a wife, while out there she continues to be in a relationship with other men.

"The answer is, because my opponent talks very much about playing with his past." Ares replied calmly but very piercingly.

Serena shook her head weakly. "I don't know what you mean."

"Humans don't often realize their mistakes, do they?"

Serena's mouth was locked tightly. He really did not know what Ares said. Ares continues to corner Serena as a criminal, while he does not know what crime he has committed. Serena asked her heart over and over again how much wrong she had done that a man as good as Ares could turn this cruel.

"I don't know where my fault is, Res. But if it makes you feel so hurt, I'm sorry. I'm really not strong anymore, you keep doing it. My heart hurts so much. I hope you want to forgive me, even if it's very difficult. As hard as I can to forgive your affair." He said she was watered down by the tears that began to flood her face.

"I never asked you to forgive me. Just so you know, I have no regrets about sharing my heart."

"But a little bit, Res. Sedikiiiiit please understand so deep my heartache. My wounds have not fully healed, and yesterday I had to go back to the pain of watching you open the door for that woman. Directly, Res, directly. In front of my friends too." Obviously Serena with her tone of voice as a result of crying.

I just opened the car door, Serena. While you open the door of our house and the door of your heart to another man. Ares's fizz in his heart that had started to ignite emotions.

"Your heartache is your business. As long as my boyfriend and I are happy, your heartache is not at all included in what I should think."

Serena shook her head slowly. His heart is so sore. "You're bad, Res. You're not the Ares I used to know. That woman has really turned you into a heartless demon."

Ares' eyes were really staring hard. Can not be hidden there are embers of anger that block. Veins appeared around his jaw. Without thinking about anything else, his right hand stretched out to grab the teacup in Serena's grasp. Scavenge the cup into the air and water the rough face of Serena with hot tea inside.

Serena is overheating. He looked at Ares in disbelief. "Ares you?"

Prangs! Ares threw the cup against the wall until the fragments were scattered on the floor. Serena nodded and grew more frightened.

"Never bring anyone else into our problems. Moreover, that person is a person I love very much," Ares sighed seriously. "A protagonist like you usually just feels like the most hurt party in every problem."

...• • • • •...

Ares came down the stairs of his house in a hurry while wearing his varsity jacket. His face looked very worried. Steps wide. He quickly opened the door of his house and unconsciously hit the new housekeeper will enter after watering the plants.

"Jeez, Mbok. Sorry I didn't intentionally."

The skinny middle-aged woman picked up the fallen grass scissors. His wrinkled face looked friendly as he stared back at Ares. "Father, sir, I'm wrong too."

Ares smiled thinly and somewhat relieved. "I'm sorry, Mbok, one more time."

"Not to think about it, sir," he smiled. "Master looks rushed. Where are you going, sir, this early in the morning?"

"Uhm."

Mbok Nunik just nodded stiffly, because honestly he was curious why his master looked so anxious. But looking at his position, he realized he should not interfere too much in the affairs of the employer.

"It's me first, Mbok."

"Oh yes-iya monggo, sir. Careful."

Ares's feet had already stepped forward, but then he stopped because he remembered something. "Eh, Mbok, hang on."

"Yes, sir, what's wrong?"

"Please clean up my workspace. Now." Now."

"Good, Sir. I'll clean it up."

"Now, yes, Mbok. Thanks though. I'll go first."

Mbok Nunik's body sideways let Ares through. After his employer had boarded the car, the Mbok continued the step of entering the house. He climbed the stairs of the house to Ares' office to carry out the orders.

Then the steps of the woman who tied her hair bun came to a halt when she saw the door of Ares's study open wide, and there was the mistress who was crouching to clean something on the floor. Kontan Mbok Nunik was shocked and hurriedly crouched down.

"Let me, Madam." Mbok Nunik was quite surprised because of the shards of shard scattered. His hands spontaneously helped to pick up the fragments.

"Father, Mbok, stay a little longer."

"It's my duty, ma'am. Madam just sit down."

"Udah, Mbok, gapapa. Continue to work."

Mbok Nunik who had been busy looking down at the bell, immediately turned his head because he heard the tone of his voice sounded like crying. He could not confirm his conjecture because Serena kept her head down.

"Well. Done." Serena carried the shard on a small trash can in Ares's study.

Mbok Nunik stood up when he saw his employer throw a dagger. His view also never separated researching Serena until Serena came back to him. Anxiety was evident from both eyes of the fifty-six-year-old woman.

Serena was stunned for a while before finally smiling stiffly. "This..my hand got a little shard, so it's glazed."

"Do you want me to take red medicine, ma'am?"

"No need, Mbok. Just a small wound."

Mbok Nunik rounded his lips, but his eyes did not stop researching anxiously on Serena. "But nganu, Madam. Cheeks..the same neck Mistress. Madam why?"

Serena's reflex touched a glimpse of her left cheek. Honestly, he did not know that the effects of the hot water splash could be seen so soon. Actually, the cheeks and neck are a little sore. But he ignored it.

"O-oh. ka-if this. earlier I accidentally nudged the table and made the tea in the glass tray spill until the glass broke. Maybe this red-red because of the splash of tea earlier, Mbok."

"Oh that. Pantesan was before you left, sir, order me to clean up his study."

"Go?"

"Yes, Madam. Just got."

"Where to?"

"less to know. I dare not. But it seems to be a hurry."

Serena frowned at the thought of Ares going where early in the morning. It's only seven in the morning. Ares in a hurry for what?

"Wouldn't want to be treated? It must be that shit, it's."

Serena's reverie is awakened by Mbok Nunik's offer. Then the woman shook her head slowly. "How come, Mbok, later let me take my own medicine after taking a bath."

"Yes already then. Excuse me for taking a lap for the floor mop."

Serena just nodded while smiling a little. But he could not lie to his mind fully by the name of Ares.

...• • • • •...

Serena came out of her room looking fresher than before. His appearance that looks simple with home and plain clothes without makeup even more exudes the aura of beauty. The woman grimaced softly as she stroked her neck that felt sore from being hit by water.

His steps led him down towards the bupet near the television shelf on the first floor which was storing medicines. But when Serena opened the P3K box, she found no suitable cure. He opened one by one, but the cure for the burn remained undiscovered. Simultaneously, Mbok Nunik was seen descending the stairs complete with his mop equipment. Maybe he just finished cleaning Ares' workspace.

"What's the lady looking for?"

Serena gave a quick glance, then continued to open the drawer. "Find this ointment for my wound, Mbok. But not from earlier."

"Maybe out, madam."

"Yes yes, yes. Yes already. It will heal itself." Serena closed all her drawers back and smiled at Mbok Nunik.

"Do you want me to buy it, ma'am?"

"No need, Mbok. Not too painful, really. It's normal."

"Right, Madam?"

"Yes," Serena's smile rubbed Mbok Nunik's left shoulder. "Udah ah don't worry. I'll cook breakfast first. Later also forget the same wound if it's cooked."

Mbok Nunik returned his employer's smile as Serena bellowed her way into the kitchen. Just as his footsteps were about to step on, his name was called from behind.

Mbok Nunik's body twisted, and he found Ares in front of the entrance. Apparently his master had gone home from nowhere. Not waiting for orders, he immediately approached Ares.

"Master call me?"

"Yes, Mbok."

"Can you help me, sir?"

With a slow motion and looking somewhat doubtful, Ares' hand reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small bundle from inside. Mbok Nunik looks confused when the master thrust the package.

"Make me, sir?"

"Please love him." Ares's chin pointed towards the kitchen where Serena was busy cooking.

Mbok Nunik's head also twisted backwards following his master's flat gaze. Then still a little confused he looked at Ares again. "For the Madam, sir?"

Ares nodded once. Mbok Nunik secretly researched the contents of the white crackle. But it turned out that his movements were monitored by Ares until the old woman was wrong when Ares replied. "That's an ointment for burns."

"Oh yes, sir." Mbok Nunik's smile was stiff.

"But please don't tell me that, Mbok."

"Who? Why, Mister?"

"Say it's Mbok's drug. Just made a cake once, so the packaging is still good."

Mbok Nunik wanted to argue, but his rebuttal only ended up on the tip of his tongue because he was not as brave as it was to refuse his master's orders. Finally he clenched his lips again and nodded awkwardly. "Good, Sir."

"Thank you, Mbok. I go in first. Don't forget to be loved. It must be made right now so that the wound heals."

Can not do anything but immediately carry out the order, Mbok Nunik immediately entered the kitchen where Serena was cooking breakfast.

"Mrs."

"Yes, Mbok." Serena was busy tasting the fried rice she poured over a small spoon.

"Anu.. This is. I brought medicine for Madam."

"What medicine?" Serena turned around with both eyebrows raised.

"Medicine burns the madam."

"Mbok buy?" His gaze fell on the crackle bag in Mbok Nunik's grasp.

"No, ma'am, anu. I just took a few days ago I once bought an ointment for burns. I just used it once, so there's still the package."

"Really? Mbok accidentally went to buy it, right?"

Mbok Nunik shook his head in fear. Afraid of her mistress knowing that things aren't right.

"Thank you. I'm so not good at making medicine with Mbok."

"Father, Mistress. I even feel unsettled if the wound of Madam is not diobatin. This please take, Madam."

With an expanding smile Serena received a crackle bag containing the medicine. "Thank you, Ma'am, one more time."

"Yes, Madam. Wear it now yes, ma'am, let the wound heal quickly. Or do you want to use it?"

"No need, Mbok, I will use my own medicine. I still want to cook, take care again."

"Let me cook further. Madame Medalin used to hurt Madam."

"No need, Mbok. Mbok continued his other work. Let me do this selesein."

"Anu E," Mbok Nunik rubbed his neck when he remembered the words of Ares who ordered that the medicine be used now. "Please use it now, yes, His, the cure. Let me calm down. I'm really worried."

Seeing the face of the housekeeper who looked really agitated made Serena slightly reconsider her offer. He could not bear to see Mbok Nunik continue to worry. Plus he's been so good at bringing her medicine.

"Well, I'm using it now. Mbok please continue cooking, huh?"

"Ready, Mistress." Finally Mbok Nunik can smile with relief.

Serena stepped out of the kitchen to head towards the living room sofa. As he sat down, Ares watched him from the top of the stairs. The man looked relieved in his heart as his search for an apothecary that opened early in the morning bore fruit. Think of this little attention as a form of regret because the action of the sponge had unfortunately made Serena hurt.

After that Ares chose to lock himself in his study. Food and other affairs are taken care of Mbok Nunik who is on standby to deliver. He spends his week-days - which are usually filled with togetherness with Altan and Serena - pretending to be busy with office affairs. He knew it would hurt Altan, but he had no choice. Ares believes his son must have understood that for business-related reasons.

The night before he just returned to the room. Watching Serena fall asleep. Don't forget he checked his wound secretly. Let Serena not know this little attention - for Ares does not want Serena to know that on one side of her heart there is still love for her.