The Crown that Be snatched

It's hard to forgive

Tonight, the sky is dark. There was no moonlight and the usual starlight. Tonight, there's only a blackened cloud up there.

The atmosphere tonight, it's gripping. Like the current state of Shakira's heart. After the incident that night, Shakira, a woman who is usually always cheerful, suddenly becomes a quiet and dim-witted figure. Her relationship with her husband is also getting worse.

Right now, Shakira was still faithfully standing by the side of her room window. Empty look. He was still staring out the window of his room.

"Honey, why the hell from yesterday you were quiet?" rama asked, approaching Shakira.

"Darling, you've changed. What do I do to make you want to apologize? I really didn't accidentally touch your sister. I'm khilaf." Rama's two hands were already holding onto his wife's two shoulders. Shakira quickly removed Rama's hand from her shoulder.

A drop of Shakira's tears drenched her smooth cheeks. Shakira was tired of seeing Rama in her house. The man always apologized at all times. But Shakira's heart was hard to forgive.

"Which woman is Mas, who will be able to see her husband sleeping with his own biological sister. Apologizing is easy. But forgiving is hard" Shakira said.

Shakira turned her body and faced her husband.

"If our position were behind. You caught me sleeping with another man. Will your heart be able to accept it?" shakira asked, looking at her husband's face.

Rama was silent when he heard Shakira's words. He was wrong. But that night, Rama also lost control because his mind was controlled by liquor. He cannot control his lust.

Shakira held her chest that felt tight. She could not see her husband's face. He also could not see his sister's face. I want Shakira to go all the way to forget all about it.

"It is very broken my heart mas.you have betrayed my trust hiks...hiks....should I forgive you?" shakira said with tears in her eyes.

Rama took his wife's two hands and held her tightly.

"Darling, I'm in love with you baby. I don't want us to get divorced. Please forgive all my mistakes and mistakes, which touched your sister that night," said Rama who still begged forgiveness from his wife.

"That's easy, you're sorry. All my life, I will not be able to forget what you have done to my sister Mas. Heavy, for I forgive you."

"Dear, don't talk like that. I'm so sad baby you're like this."

"Here you go, don't talk in front of me. Don't make me any more sick of you. As soon as you leave my room!"

Shakira threw out her husband's hand and kicked him out of his room. But Rama still did not want to leave the room.

"Mas, why are you still here. Get the fuck out of here, Mom...!" shakira said in a high tone.

It has been since yesterday Rama persuaded Shakira that she would forgive him. But apparently, Shakira did not want to forgive her husband's mistakes.

Rama, tired, left his wife's room.

He stepped into the middle room. In the living room, Mr. Junedi and Ms. Astri were still sitting together. They stared at each other as they looked at Rama's gloomy face.

"Why are you Rama?" ask Mr. Junedi.

"I'm fine sir" replied Rama.

"You were kicked out again by Shakira. Are you told to sleep outside again?" ma'am Astri asked with her face showing hatred.

Rama just nodded.

"Well, which wife can forgive a husband like you Rama. If I were your wife, I would have kicked you out yesterday. Fortunately Shakira was a patient woman. Mr. mukulin you alone, he still wants to belain you. Try it if other women, there is no one like Shakira Rama" said Ms Astri.

Madam Astri is still irritated since yesterday with Rama. Because he's already ruined the happiness of his two daughters.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, sir" said Rama with a lowered face. She then threw her body on the sofa and mingled with her in-laws.

"Sorry is easy for Rama. But do you know, you've incised wounds in the hearts of my daughters. Wounds that can never be healed" said Mr. Junedi.

Actually, Mr. Junedi was also still holding a growl in the chest. He wanted to finish Rama off. But Mr. Junedi was also aware. Emotions will never solve problems. Emotions will make the problem more complicated. Since yesterday Mr. Junedi tried to contain his anger.

*****

One week after the incident, Safia locked herself in a room. Since then, she has felt alienated by her own family. No one wants to talk to her, including Shakira.

Shakira hated her sister because of this. She thought that her sister first began to tease her husband until he was caliph. Safia was forced to do so by Rama.

At this moment, Safia was still silent in her room. He had not eaten since this morning. Since that incident, Safia is not good to eat and not good to drink. Fortunately Safia's father was still willing to be kind to Safia.

She often brought Safia food to her room. While Safia's mother and sister they did not care about Safia anymore.

Yes, indeed from a long time ago, Miss Astri loved Shakira more than Safia. Because Shakira achieves and always gets a rank and a champion in her school. While Safia, she can never be the proud child of her parents because she always gets mediocre grades.

Tok tok...

The sound of knocking on the door was already heard from outside Safia's room.

"Safia, this is Mr. Nak" said Mr. Junedi from outside Safia's room.

Safia walked over to open the door of her room. His father was standing at the door of his room

"Safia, here you bring food" said Mr. Junedi, carrying a tray containing a plate of rice and a glass of milk.

"Sir, why bring food here. I told you that I no longer have appetite" Safia said.

"Safia. You should eat, son. What if you get sick? I don't want you to be sick Safia."

"Yes, take it inside sir."

Mr. Junedi then brought the food into Safia's room. He put the food on the nightstand.

"This, you put it here, Saf. You will eat."

"Yes Sir. Thank you so much for bringing food here."

Safia threw her body on her bed. He sat on the side of the bed. So did Mr. Junedi who followed his son sitting down.

Pak Junedi then looked at Safia fixedly.

"Safia. You should eat. Don't think about anything. The man has left this house. And he's not coming back here. Because your mother has kicked him out of this house," said Mr. Junedi.