Should We Get Married?

Should We Get Married?

They pulled me by force, took away the most precious of my life. Treat me like trash. They never appreciated me. Imprudent treatment, as if I were worthless.

Bemoan.

I shivered, enduring the cold and the pain all over my body. Like de Javu. The same feeling I felt like eight years ago. The wound was reopened, but deeper. I screamed, taking out all the pain that was inside the chest. Trying to throw it so as not to be traumatized, but can not. I'm still tormented.

"Darling, are you awake?" Juan went into the room where I was being treated. He approached, holding my right hand. "Speak dear. What are you feeling?"

I wept. "I'm dirty!" I said, racing.

"Who ... who did it?" ask Juan.

"What's my fault? Why are you treated like this?" I asked back.

"Dear, I'm sorry. But this time I'm the one who's going to avenge it. Who is it, who did it? Tell. Please say baby." Juan was rather urgent.

"No!" i'm raving.

"Listen, baby, you're innocent. You don't deserve to be treated like this. I am the sinner, so let me endure this pain!" Juan.

"Bring me from here. I don't want to be here!" i'm thrashing. Juan mwnsekapku's. Then he helped remove the infusion needle, carrying me out of the room where I was being treated.

Juan didn't care about the nurse trying to get in the way, he gestured to his assistant to take care of everything. After that Juan carried me down the aisle of the hospital, to the car. He paid no attention to the astonished gazes of the people, even blocking my gaze from the people who were curious about us.

Arriving in the car, Juan quickly drove the car. He did not take me home, but continued to enter the toll road leading out of town. I don't care where he takes me, all I want to do is get as far away from that place as possible. A place where I feel so intimidated by people who don't stop talking about me.

"I don't want to go there anymore" I said, closing my eyes.

"Yes, we'll never be there again!" Firm Juan.

***

It's been a week, I'm still locking my mouth. While Juan, he asked nothing. It gave me room to calm down. We fill our days with silence.

Tonight I woke up to the sound of Isaac crying. A voice that is familiar to me. Juan's Voice. But this is the first time I've heard him cry like that. When I peeked, he was crying on the bed. I don't know what he cried before God. But seeing that, my chest also became more and more congested until unconsciously joined in crying.

"Darling, you're awake?" Juan asked, he was heading. Holds my cheek, then kisses my forehead. "Don't cry baby, I can't see you like this" she added.

"Master,"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I've made a mistake. I deserve all of this. I broke our deal."

"What?"

"I'm meeting Bagas."

Juan silence. I could feel his emotions rising. He clenched his hand.

"I couldn't stand it because the people in the hospital kept talking about me."

"You are here for a moment" Juan got up, I caught his hand immediately, but Juan brushed aside. "Let me talk to him." Pinta Juan's.

"No.* Said.

"He must get punished."

"No, no. I beg you."

"I love you. If I don't do anything, it's the same as torturing me. I will die in torment!'

"All right, but I'm coming!"

Juan was advancing the car at high speed. I had to hold on to the left side of my seat because I was afraid of Juan driving. Fortunately it was still early in the morning, so the streets were still empty. There were only a few big trucks passing by.

Arriving in front of Mas Bagas' house, Juan immediately went down. He wouldn't wait, so I had to run. Apparently Bagas was not there. So he rushed back to the car. Again I had to run to balance Juan's pace.

***

I don't know how many places we've been. But until the morning to meet, Mas Bagas has not yet met.

"We must be wrong at dawn." I said to Juan. "Do you want to defeat God just for the sake of a criminal like him?" I asked, trying to stop him.

Juan followed me. He stopped in front of a mosque, without saying much he went down, performing congregational prayers. After the prayer, I watched him from behind. Waiting for him who was frenzied with his prayer until he suddenly rose.

"Where are you going?" I'm hunting Juan's steps. Trouble I finally got in the car before he stepped on the gas. "I'm so tired" I said. Juan ignored it.

***

Brakes. I arrived at the secretariat where Juan used to meet with friends during his lecture, when I could catch up with Juan, it was seen that Bagas had fallen to the floor. It seems Juan has already hit him.

Juan was again about to reach Bagas, but was blocked by his friends who happened to be there. Juan firmly told all who were there not to stand in his way. At first they continued to run, but because Juan was so angry they eventually retreated as well, letting Juan vent his emotions.

"Hit. Just hit me Juan. I don't care if I die in the end. I've been enjoying your women, just like you do, enjoying my women!" Ejek mas Bagas's. "We're the same!"

Brakes. Juan again beat Bagas repeatedly until he bled. I could only sculpt, not knowing what to do until finally Bagas was thrown at my feet.

"Ohhhh, apparently you came here too, dear." Say mas Bagas.

Juan again grabbed Bagas, then hit him until he staggered to the floor. A harder blow until he was unconscious. Seeing that, the people watching finally intervened, they prevented Juan, reminding Juan not to be violent, better leave everything to the police.

"If you continue to be a vigilante, there will be a boomerang for you Juan." advises one of Juan's friends.

Because I didn't want Juan to get into trouble, so I went straight ahead. Trying to keep him from going back to chasing Bagas. After all, he was unconscious, if he continued to be beaten then he could lose his life.

"All right, take him to the police station!" said Juan.

"Wait a minute, are you sure you want to imprison Bagas?" Suddenly someone I knew came forward. That woman, Linda, who once greeted me came closer. "Do you know what the consequences will be?" he added.

"What do you mean?" ask Juan. "Don't interfere. This is my business with Bagas. I don't serve women anyway!"

The woman did not answer immediately, she threw a glance at me, stared cynically, then shed her frustration. "It's all because of you. Shouldn't approach Bagas if it would only cause trouble for him!" He grumbles. "Before, have you ever introspect yourself, Juan? What Bagas did you did too. Your current position is also the same as the previous Bagas position. You ruined it first, but now when he avenged it you were like a fidelity. My question is, were you like this to yourself? If you're defending your wife's honor, why did you ruin her? Don't be unfair, Juan. If you're just condescending, why so emotional when others follow in your footsteps" Linda said. "And you ... What the hell is wrong with you? Why make everything so complicated? You're angry about being treated like that, but why not be angry with Juan? Why even marry him? It's so weird of you. Look now, everything's fucked up. Bagas was destroyed also because of you. But now you're fighting like a victim." he attacked me. "Bagas told me everything. He accepted his father Juan's offer because he didn't know what else to do. But why is your anger only on Bagas, why not on Juan? How strange. The main perpetrator instead you hire, the victim who tries to follow in his footsteps instead you destroy like this. Now you're satisfied madam Ayu?"

"What are you talking about?" Juan.

"I think what I said was clear. Not everyone is afraid of you, Juan. I will always stand on Bagas' side because I am not blind to determine who is right and wrong!" Firm Linda.

Juan certainly did not accept Linda's statement. But I, I can't stand hearing everything.

"That's enough, already!" I screamed loudly. Can't hear them attack each other. "It has. Now leave me alone." I said. Just about to turn away, Juan suddenly held my hand.

"Don't listen to him, Yu. Anyway I love you. Loves you so much!" firmly Juan.

I shook my head, trying to let Juan's hand go. "If you really love me. Let go of me Juan."

"Yu,"

"Sir, we do love each other, but too many defects that will only backfire on us. I've been so tormented by it. If you keep pushing me then I'll die, Juan. Do you want me to?"

Slowly, Juan finally let go of my hand. Although heavy, I stepped out of them, carrying the same wound I had once felt.

Why is love so complicated? If the feeling is so strong, even if it's ever wrong, can't we be together?

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