Taint

Nadhea's Bitter Side

In the middle of the noisy city that seemed reluctant to subside despite the night greeting, a woman sat alone in front of a mirror, inside her room. In a magnificent house that stands firmly in the center of Bandung, a woman named Nadhea was forced to ditch her hopes. The long dream circuit and dream line were slowly knitted, one by one scattered and disappeared from view. Just clinging to a speck of light, he continued to endure while trying to find a way out.

However, the constant testing slowly tidied up his heart and soul. Not infrequently he felt empty and lost direction, contemplating and wailing, even thinking of ending his life. Only belief in the power of God has kept him standing to this day.

When Nadhea was still staring flatly, suddenly the door of the room was opened from the outside, it turned out that the waiter was coming. Nadhea did not look back, let alone smile or say hello. He was silent as if no one had come.

Staring pityfully, the waiter walked over to Nadhea, touched her shoulder and rubbed her slowly.

"Non, sir is on his way home." The waiter said softly.

Nadhea responded with a slow nod.

The waiter did not leave immediately. He was glued for a moment while looking at Nadhea's face which was far from cheerful. Actually, the waiter felt sorry. However, he was just a weak man, who could help his master. Praying only what he can do.

"Go, Bi!" nadhea's orders when she saw the waiter kept staring at her.

"Ba-good, Non."

Whether sincere or not, but clearly the waiter left immediately. After hearing the door close, Nadhea bit her lips while staring at her reflection in the mirror, very much different from three months ago.

The long straight hair he used to be proud of, was now tangled and unkempt. A smooth white face that looks sweet even without mekap, now looks sunken and decorated bruised. His synthetic body also changed, now thinner and many bruises and bruises.

Slowly, Nadhea's tears dripped. I don't know how many times she cried today. If only the tears were man-made, maybe the supply has been exhausted since some time ago.

"Why has my life never been appreciated?" A question that is often asked in his mind.

Keeping crying, Nadhea looked down, staring at the fingers that were interlocked on her lap. His blurry eyes stared at the arm that was filled with a bluish-black color. It hurts to be moved, but who cares?

After being satisfied with crying, Nadhea looked up and wiped her tears. Then take the powder and apply it on the face. The bruise on the corners of the lips is slightly closed, but does not reduce the pain. Then, he combed his hair and swiped it back. Then, get up and walk to the closet.

"What else am I going to see tonight" Nadhea said, covering her face.

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The clock shows at 11:00 p.m., Kaivan steps towards the parking lot and is ready to leave the wedding venue. Today the work was exhausting. He could not wait to go home and lay down on the bed.

"See you tomorrow, Kai," Kennan said, patting Kaivan on the shoulder. Then, he got into the car and drove off first.

Incidentally, Kaivan's car is at the very end. So, he was still walking when Kennan and the other comrades were already driving their respective cars.

After arriving beside the car, Kaivan rushed to open the door. However, his movements came to a halt when he heard one voice.

"Kaivan Diratama Alshaki, future husband of Aluna Aldamaya!"

Kaivan turned his head and found the figure of a man with a tall and sturdy stature standing behind him. Kaivan. He did not recognize the man. Moreover, meeting him at midnight. What the hell is going on?

"Who are you?" ask Kaivan.

The man smiled as he looked at Kaivan from toe to head. From his expression, he was as if devising a bad plan.

"Do we know each other?" Kaivan asked back.

The man did not reply, but made an unexpected move.

Seriate....