Temporary Husband

A broken heart

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Reyhan was sitting in a park chair not far from the apartment. Bringing his broken heart. He stared at the dark sky without stars and without the moon. It was as dark as his current feelings. It was cloudy and almost raining with a million flashes that were sometimes seen splitting the sky.

He breathed in the air that was blowing through his face, feeling a bone-chilling coldness. He's been wearing the same white shirt since noon. Without a coat or jacket that can dispel a little cold that sniffs in piercing the skin. Both of his hands rested on the long chair supporting the body that was sitting upright with his face looking up to the sky. Closing your eyes enjoying the breeze that blows increasingly louder. It looks like it's really going to rain tonight.

He opened his eyes and lowered his face when he heard the laughter of a pair of young men sitting on a garden chair not far from him. Joking with carefree laughter. Seeing that made him feel dejavu. That night he and Amora sat here, in the same garden chair. Sit next to each other and look at the same sky. A young couple sat not far from them, enjoying their youth with laughter and love.

Now, it's just itself. All the same as the night they had been through that time, when Reyhan patiently heard the grievances of the woman he loved so much. Being a good listener and the most comfortable backrest for a woman who for years filled her heart. It all looks the same, but the difference is that he's alone here. He sat alone without Amora, only with a drizzle that slowly began to descend.

Reyhan smiled wryly, ignoring the rain that was falling more and more. Some of the initially joking young men ran for shelter, while Reyhan did not move. He remained still in his place, his face now facing upwards. Challenging the rain that battered his body. The white shirt is wet, the hair that is usually neatly arranged now looks limp and wet. Reyhan savored the drop by drop of water descending from the sky, his eyes closed with a bitter smile framed on his face. Colorful light bias into the background. He was alone there, making lonely friends with the backsound of the sound of rain that battered the city of Jakarta with a rush tonight.

"Do I have to let you go back with Farhan? Do I have to go back and throw this feeling away? I love you, Amora. But I realized that love doesn't have to be. If Farhan is indeed a source of happiness for you, then I will try sincerely. I won't force my feelings on you, I'll bury deeply into feelings that have long grown just for you." The clear grain fell disguised by rainwater. Reyhan stared at the dark sky with a piteous look. Her heart was so sick that her love was clapping her hands again. Seeing the two people of different types embrace, the two people who had lived together and loved each other said longing. There was nothing more bitter than the pain he was feeling right now.

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Amora repeatedly contacted Reyhan, but was not answered by the man. He was worried because the time had shown ten o'clock at night, but the man did not go home or give news.

"Where are you going, Rey? Why is there no news?"

He saw lightning that seemed to split the sky, scaring him. Amora walked over quickly closing the window curtain that unfolded.

"Rain is getting heavy, but Reyhan hasn't come home yet. Where are you, Rey?" Amora was very worried because Reyhan was not usually like this. The man will call if he gets home late.

He called Reyhan's office, but the security guard said Reyhan had been home since late afternoon. This made the long-haired woman even more worried. He was very scared if anything happened to Reyhan. Amora walked back and forth in the living room, hoping to dispel her worries. After his feet got tired, he lay down on the long sofa there while continuing to look at the phone screen hoping to get a notification from the man who had been waiting for a long time and unconsciously fell asleep there.

Meanwhile Reyhan came home with a wet body. He walked in a gontai step towards Amora's apartment. His hands stretched out to open the door before him, but he did not. His hand came down, the man stared at the door before him. Without saying much he turned his body towards the elevator and pressed down on the third floor. He did not want to meet Amora with this kind of situation. He's going to go back to his apartment tonight.

"Rayhan ...!" Amora awoke when she heard a very loud thunder. He sat with a hunting breath. His mind was fixed on Reyhan, looking at the wall clock that pointed at the number two. The woman grabbed the phone that was on a small glass table, trying to dial Reyhan's number back.

The operator's voice rang out in Amora's ears, and many times that was all she had heard from earlier, frustrating Amora.

Amora threw her body onto the sofa, inhaling the air greedily. His chest feels tight, it needs more air supply.

"Where are you, Rey? why didn't you call me?" without feeling the warm liquid down. Somehow Amora felt sad and worried in such a way because she did not get any news from the man.

"Actually why me? What me?"

"Ah, no! I'm just worried about the guy. I just don't want anything to happen to him. Because if something happens to Reyhan, what am I gonna tell Mama Riana?" singal Amora's.

"Just look at you, Rey. I'll be furious later if we meet. How dare you worry me. I'm sure you're just pranking me. Just look at it later, I will scold you mercilessly!" he said with annoyance. He removed the clear circle, instead of stopping but his crying became more and more.

"You're bad, Rey! you're evil! Why didn't you call me! why are you letting me worry like this!" he said in between sobs. Amora was stunned, she covered her face with both hands. The rain was still falling profusely outside, the lightning snatching added to the woman's fear. Amora ran into Reyhan's room and immediately lay on the not-so-big bed. Cuddling under a thick gray blanket. The instant Reyhan's body odor gushed into his sense of smell, making Amora's feelings calm. Slowly his crying began to subside, his nose sniffing the smell of Reyhan he left on the pillows and blankets he wore.

Amora went back to sleep, feeling comfortable as though Reyhan was there. Subconsciously he felt homesick for the annoying man who often bothers him.

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