Temporary Husband

Seeking Reyhan

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I tried many times to deny this feeling,

many times I fell in silence.

A taste that grows every day,

a feeling I never realized before.

Amoras

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Amora was standing rigidly in front of Reyhan's outpatient door, her neutrals falling on the bed with white sheets that had been empty. His heart throbbed pain, feeling the void and emptiness that suddenly bulldozed away the existing taste. The woman dragged her weak legs towards the empty bed with a hollow heart. His mouth was tightly clenched, not a word coming out of his lips.

Swiping the pillow that was originally used by Reyhan to support his head. The typical smell of the man was still left there, smelling piercing the nasal cavity. Causing the presence of a feeling of longing that strikes, like ripping the whole body. Amora held onto her chest which suddenly felt tight, why did it hurt so much?

"I'm sorry, was his wife's mother a patient named Reyhan?" Amora turned her head, seeing a nurse coming with a trolley to clean the room.

"Yes, I'm his wife." replied Amora weakly with a slightly quivering voice.

"Is there anything left behind?" ask the sister again to Amora. Amora just shook her head slowly. While the nurse was just frowning in confusion.

"Is Reyhan really allowed to go home?" ask Amora carefully.

"Well, I'm his wife. Cook doesn't know the husband's condition?" chirp a newly arrived nun with cynicism. Amora just smiled. The woman in the nun's uniform helped her partner who replaced the seprey with a new one.

"All right, I'm sorry. Thank you." said Amora while bowing for a while, not forgetting to review a thin smile. The two sisters simply nodded and focused on the work they were doing.

Amora again dragged her steps out of the room, whispering the two sisters who made her stop the step.

"What kind of wife is that? cook did not know that her husband was allowed to go home." the sibir with the face of a jutek.

"Huss you are, don't make sure I'm hankah deh."

"I'm talking about facts. Cook the sick husband instead in the stay, hug each other's men in the park."

"Ah who really are you?"

"I saw it myself, because I happened to be accompanying a patient who asked to be delivered to the park."

"It's not really worth being a wife, yeah. Ah, Reyhan, that's actually pretty. I want to change his wife's position." he continued with a smile, not realizing that Amora was still there. Listen to what they are talking about. And of course it makes the pain hole in Amora's heart widen. Amora could no longer hear the words that would hurt her heart, she decided to leave the room immediately.

He headed for the hospital toilet, down a long, deserted corridor. Not a single human being was there. Arriving at the toilet, Amora went straight into one of the rooms and locked it. He stood his back to the door, the clear circle he desperately held from earlier now began to fall. The chase seems to not stop.

He let his cry break, biting his lips as hard as possible so as not to make a sound. Until his sense of taste felt a salty taste that enveloped his entire tongue. Ah those thin lips were bleeding, bringing out a red color unconsciously. He nodded while hitting his chest that was getting crowded.

Three hours earlier, when she had just left Farhan and Sania were arguing about Sania's pregnancy. When she was about to return to Reyhan's room, her brother contacted her and said he was in front of her apartment. Without a second thought, Amora immediately went home and abandoned her intention to go back to Reyhan. Unexpectedly, it turned out to even make everything so this way.

After an hour of shedding all those tears, Amora began to wipe her face. He slowly opened the toilet door and went to the sink to wash his face. It looks very clearly swollen around his eyes, his face is typical of people who have been crying.

"Is it true that I'm starting to love Reyhan? ah it doesn't feel! It's just a feeling of guilt and discomfort. I just don't want him to misunderstand." The monologue. He rejected the fact that the taste has now begun to flourish without being blocked. But the more he denied that feeling, the more his heart ached. His heart cried out in disbelief with what came out of his mouth.

Amora drove her car through the streets of the bustling capital, towards her apartment building. Looking for the man, but he never met. Until he decided to go back to find Reyhan at his father-in-law's house.

"Reyhan's not here. Maybe you've gone back to your apartment?" mama Riana said with a stiff smile.

"Nothing, Ma. Amora called Hanif's sister, but Reyhan didn't go back there. There is nothing in his apartment either. Amora was confused to find Reyhan where else." said the woman was desperate. Mama Riana looked at him with a look of pity, she could only silently look at her beloved daughter-in-law with mixed feelings.

"Amora will find Reyhan first, Ma. Amora pamit." Amora kissed the back of her in-laws hand with reverence. The woman who was so far away stroked the head of Amora.

"I'm sorry Reyhan, son."

"No, Ma. It's Amora's fault. Amora shouldn't have gone to the park and gone straight home when she came. Amora should have gone to Reyhan first and explained all the misunderstandings. Amora pampered, leaving the mansion empty-hearted.

"Get out!" mama Riana shouted loudly.

Exit a man in a tadpole in knee-length short jeans from his hiding place with a grinning face while scratching his itchy head.

"Your staff, yes!" mama Riana is angry.

"Reyhan just wanted to know if Amora loved Reyhan or not" the man explained as he sat in a chair in the living room.

"What is there really no other way?"

"It's the only way to know how Amora feels."

"By hurting him?"

"Make it confused,"

"Crying, evil you!"

"Ma, this way Reyhan will know whether Amora loves Reyhan or not."

"With what?! torturing people's child feelings?!

"We will know our true feelings when we have lost."

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