Tamara's Forced Marriage

Chapter 28

“Honey, forgive my parents.”

“It's okay, Mas. I was wrong.

Ziddan took his wife into a warm embrace. The black and white shirt was wet from the tears of the woman he loved so much. Maybe since Reza has not expressed his feelings to Tamara. Ziddan once approached when he had just declared his graduation. But his steps were stiff, stalled, and not so he continued. Guru najai who now switched professions to become a director did not have the courage like Reza to express feelings.

 

 “Oh yes, don't cry. I love you, my heart aches to see your tears spilled. I want to be your source of happiness.” Ziddan kissed Tamara's forehead gently. Justifying the gray hijab that beautifully adorns her beautiful face.

“You are so beautiful, dear. You deserve to be happy.” The sweet-faced man wiped away his wife's tears. His eyes look puffy, and his eye bags are enlarged due to crying that has not stopped since this day. Supposedly on this Ziddan holiday, he intended to make his wife happy. But things turned out to be turning around.

 

Circumstances he never thought would happen. Grief falls on the same day.

“Honey, it's night. Now you rest. I'll take you to room.”

“Not reversed. Your feet are sick. Your body is full of wounds. Of course I will take you to our room.”

“Our room?” Ziddan opened his eyes wide without blinking. It was like hearing something that made her very happy.

Tamara nodded and smiled with all her beauty.

“I'll clean up our room soon. My stuff will I move right now,” he said rigidly.

“I help.”

“How do you help me?”

“I help your foot massage.”

Tamara glanced at her husband with a chuckle.

“By can..”.

“Don't all move right away tonight, baby. You will be exhausted. You have been filled with trials all day. So you take something light first. Tomorrow when I'm better, I'll move everything.”

“I've taken care of what you said.”

“When waiting for me to beberes room, you want to rest where let me drop off?”

“In the room only. Poor you later go back and forth memapahku.”

“OK. Let me take you. Strong grip of my shoulder.”

Ziddan did his wife's orders, his eyes occasionally stealing glances. The beautiful scenery that he had always dreamed of was now in sight. I want her to kiss Tamara's pretty cheeks. But he's still shy. Afraid Tamara will get angry and even stay away. He was always patient waiting for Tamara's love to come in a pure, non-coercive manner.

“Capek yes, sorry.”

“Mean the spirit to heal so do not ngerepotin I continue,” ledeknya.

“Astagfirullah. You haven't taken your medication yet? I forgot.” Tamara patted her forehead hard. Ziddan could not answer. His wife got up from her seat and ran to the kitchen to pick up a plate of dinner, not forgetting water to take medicine.

“Before taking your medicine eat first. I'm bribing or want to eat by myself?”

“I eat alone. You still have your next job, right?”

“Iya.”

“Yes I've been to the guest room first, took some of my stuff for me to transport here.”

Ziddan gave a small smile signifying agreement with his wife's words.

Tamara pointed at the drugs one by one while giving an explanation

“That's taking the medicine. This one is just one night. This one three times, this one one time only morning, this one twice, and.”.

“Iya dear.... well I can drink by myself. Thank you.”

“Sama-sama. I stay first.”

“Heem.”

Tamara passed by to the guest room. As he tidied up some of his clothes from the high object of the storage, he found a white rose that had completely dried up neatly stored in flat plastic.

“Flower from Reza, almost four years I saved it,” muttered Tamara.

Sorry Za, now it's like I betrayed you. I must immediately erase the feelings for you that have long been lingering in the heart.

Forgetting first love is not easy. The love that we have been wading together turned out to be a wound. You and I are both hurt. We're anchored in a different place....

 

A drop of tears down the cheek. But then he sat up and tried to enjoy his painful breath without the flow of tears.

Tamara swung her heavy steps towards the orange object, throwing away the flower that was like her heart with the pile of unused paper.

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