The Charm of the Former

Mirage

Nearly a week after an accidental encounter with his heart, Dion was devastated. The regret came back after 3 more years of trying he buried deeply.

Every morning and evening after returning home from work, he took the time to see his puja residence from a distance.

It always seems lonely without any sign of life.

"Excuse me, ma'am, is the house empty? I noticed, it always seemed deserted. Do you know who the owner is?" ask the owner of a coffee shop near Kiran residence.

"Perhaps want to be contracted his house, I happen to be looking for a contract" he continued.

"Ohh .. it belongs to Arjuna, Mas. Now he is returning home" replied a woman, her age is no longer young.

"Oh .. That's so, what a pity, ma'am. About when did it go?" ask again, while sipping a cup of concentrated black liquid, with the steam that is still steaming gives off a distinctive aroma.

"Four days ago, Mommy."

Four days ago? That was the day after the incident. Do you really hate me? Aarrghh ...!! Juna really did not give me any wiggle room, she shuddered, holding back her wrath.

"What hick comes home, ma'am," Dion wished they were just going home.

"Go home, Mas" replied the mother firmly.

What is different about going home from the village? thought the mother.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," she said, tucking a purple sheet under her coffee cup.

After my painstaking search for your whereabouts, now you're leaving me, again? he murmured in the heart.

"It's not easy living in your shadows, dear." He spoke to himself as if his heart were listening.

"I'm tormented every day" she said.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity, Kiran, this is all out of my control. Arghh ...!!" Dion jerked his hands in front of the wheel. The horn sounded deafeningly loud, making him aghast by his own actions.

"Shit!!"

He clutched his iron horse in a garden. Sitting there is just letting go of fatigue. His gaze was empty with fingers clinging to each other.

"Hi, drink?" He seemed to hear the voice he had missed so much.

"You see? The cloud is spoiled. It'll be raining soon, and I like it very much." The woman pointed at the blackened clouds. Sure enough, the thunder gave its cues, and then it rained heavily.

"Why do you like the rain?" dion asked a woman who was bathed in rainwater. He let the rain fall on his face. Enjoy every drop that falls.

"Because the rain can hide the wound" replied the woman in black, shoulder length.

"Ha .. ha .. that's ridiculous!" Dion clucked and shook his head.

"You don't believe it? Come here!" The woman pulled Dion's hand and took him to run to the middle of the park. He is not playing in the rain himself. Even Dion was soaked.

"Cry with the rain! Then no one will know if you're hurt right now." The woman spread her arms around Dion. Fumigating the smell of dry land that is splashed with water, warm and very characteristic.

Without realizing it, Dion did the same. He wrapped his hands around the waist of the female figure in front of him. With his eyes closed, he sipped the rain that slipped on the sidelines of the figure's soft hair.

"I miss you" he said. The woman smiled. A red hue fluttered on both of her marble white cheeks.

When Dion opened his eyes, his memories with Kiran were bathed in rain. He remained alone, shivering in a cold embrace.

"Arm ...!!" Dion was crying, he told me to sit on his calves, rubbed his face a few times, and rubbed his hair rough.

"estimate ...!!" He screams his emotions.

Sure enough they say, not just the water particles contained in the rain, more than 90 percent of it, are memories with the former.

****

"I've prepared warm water for you to take a shower." Alea looked at the wonder of her husband. How is it possible, in a rain car? but it was impossible for him, to ask more.

"Where's Diandra?" dion asked, receiving a towel from Alea.

"Nginep in the main house, Mas." replied Alea. Dion passed towards the bathroom without leaving a word.

Alea was always trying to take her heart, she was so wholeheartedly serving her husband, even though there was no love between the two. Alea hoped, one day, to be happy overshadowing her little family.

Alea prepared dinner dishes.

It also sprays pepper powder, then sows it with slices of leeks and celery. Do not forget to add fried onions to a bowl of warm chicken soup made.

"Please, Mas. It'll make you warmer." Alea served a bowl of soup with a glass of ginger tea. He stood beside Dion, who was sitting down to drink.

Dion tasted spiced clear gravy, with a blend of wartel, broccoli and potatoes as the filling. Her shadow goes back to the past, where she was having the flu. Kiran made him the same soup.

Alea, meanwhile, was busy explaining the health benefits of chicken soup.

"The attachment of essential oils to one of the spices I use, can get rid of colds and warm the body." Alea explained in detail.

"In addition, Influenza can also be relieved with nutmeg. That's because ...."

"In nutmeg there is oleanolic acid content, as an anti-virus," said Dion complete Alea's sentence is interrupted. The bowl in front of Dion was empty, even with a glass filled with ginger tea.

Dion squeezes Alea's fingers. He framed his wife's face, looking at her. As if the longing that has been mountainous, he can no longer bear it.

"Thank you, dear." Dion continued to look Alea in the eyes, with his eagle gaze.

Realizing the gaze was not for her, plus the affectionate call she had never heard during her wedding, made Alea retreat preparing to run away. He knew what would happen next was ... Dion's crazy.

Lose quickly. Dion nimbly pulled Alea's hand and then carried her in his arms. Alea tried to wriggle. Still, his power was outdone by Dion's grip.

"Why? Is something wrong? You're my wife, aren't you?" Dion slammed his wife and crushed her.

"But not like this, Mas" he said softly, with tears shed.

Alea wanted to do it, lovingly. Not coercion, and being someone's shadow.

Dion did not heed the tears, he was so fierce to look at every inch of his wife's beautiful body. A look of longing and hate that blends into one, making him even more savage and violent. So it is not a sigh of pleasure that is heard, but rather a cry of fear because of compulsion.

He misses the woman and hates the woman in front of him. Without him noticing, the same thing was felt by Alea as well. They are both victims, victims of inadvertence and helplessness.

*flashback

4 Years ago ....

The beginning of the disaster began.

The sun is half up to the contest. Its warm rays sniff the ventilation cracks above the windows, creating glare as it falls on the eyelids that are still closed.

A pair of eyes blinked after returning from the dream world. His head is heavy and heavy. That was the impression he felt when he first opened his eyes.

What the hell's going on? My head ... Why is it so dizzy?

The two Netraya swept across the entire 3x3 meter room. He found the man he had just met last night, sleeping next to him in a blanket.

He was shocked when he found a piece of clothing similar to the one he was wearing last night, lying on the floor.

Alea tried to recall the events she had missed.

A young man came to her while nearly asleep, stroking the gentle mane that covered her face. Look at him lovingly. There was his consciousness Alea smiled. I don't know who started it, but those lips were begging each other.

Touch after touch created, as if burning uncontrollable lust. They enjoy so much.

A sin? Don't ask! Even they do not remember the status of singles that are still attached. That's how Satan deceives.

Both of his hands shut their mouths in disbelief.

No way, this is impossible. He shook his head repeatedly. Trying to convince himself that this is impossible.

The girl tried to examine her bandaged body. Her tears are now unstoppable. Watching not a single thread cover her skin.

His shoulders were shaken violently along with his increasingly powerful stuffing.

Make his bedmate disturbed.

"Alea, I .." said a young man who was none other than Dion.

****

Noted: Do not love the creatures of His creation too much, or you will feel heartbreak without stripes.

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