The Fate that is Overlooked

35

"Why does this hurt? "

The woman sat down on the bed. Holding his chest that was painful.

"Why are you so bad? "

The wobble of tears was getting down soaking his thin cheeks.

Ajeng is still limp in the small mosque of Mother Sukma's house. Every time he communicated with Barata, he always ended up like this, sobbing, moaning. The wound he tried to bury, now opened again, even more gaping. Removing pus that feels painful. Grievous. Like, there were dozens of needles raining down on his heart.

"Why are you doing this Bar? you're too evil. Very evil" It felt with a slow and stifled voice. He did not want anyone else to catch himself in such a state of disintegration.

He tried to stand up, walking towards his room. I think he regretted his decision not to go with Mama and Dad back home earlier. Based on tomorrow there is a registration schedule on the campus, he rejected Mama's offer to go home, other than having to take a long distance and a long time, back and forth Banyumas-cilongok feels very tiring.

He walked as slowly as he could, up the stairs and past the bridal chamber in which he was performing a live scene uniting the two bodies into one. It was clear how the voice of moaning and moaning from Anita, for those who heard it, Anita seemed to be feeling the pleasure of the touch of love that Barata gave.

Meanwhile, Ajeng, was disgusted by the voice. She's not a plain girl who doesn't know what they're doing in there. Even though he himself had never felt it even once!!

"Breng Sek!!! " Ajeng cursed while slamming the door as hard as possible.

"Love said? " Laughing under the bed, holding his own body.

"What kind of empty "mong is that? after fondling me, now he's channeling his passion with his wife? sek breng!!" meaning again.

"I really can't live like this anymore, I have to be strict with myself. I have to go, forget all the ties about this family" Ajeng got up from his seat, then opened the door of the wooden cupboard, lowered the large suitcase, put all his clothes in the suitcase.

"I have to be independent, get away from here. There is no place for this family in my heart. I have to be selfish. I have to be happy" she cried with repeated tears.

"You're so mean" Now he's breaking down, hugging a pillow, feeling deep disappointment.

"I hate you so much" his heart-wrenching fad.

"With the ease of showing love to me, still he even channeled your passion to her. There really is no heart"

He regretted that he could still be filled with the words of Barata, still feeling lifted into the air but after that just crashed very hard! So hurt.

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He did not know when he had fallen asleep, which was clear at this moment his head was throbbing pain. He tried to open his eyes as if he had given the glue with great difficulty. Trying to sit from his sleeping position. But it's so hard. His head was pulsing again.

Finally, he decided to put his head back on the pillow.

"Astaghfirullah" pekiknya

She was still in her kebaya clothes last night, not cleaning her body at all. By forcing herself and getting limped, she walked towards the bathroom to wash herself and change clothes.

Long enough he was in the bathroom, ignoring his smartphone that had rang calling for his attention. With great difficulty he finally managed to get out of the bathroom and had already changed into his home clothes.

What he feels now is cold, even though the AC from last night he did not turn on. He came back with his blanket. Just as he was about to close his eyes, his phone rang again. Reluctantly he grabbed it.

Naufal.....

He put back his phone, even now put up a flying mode, today he really wants to be alone. I don't want to do anything and be bullied by anyone. He didn't want to be seen even seeing who was in this house.

And he himself even forgot the schedule for his college regristration, thwarting his own ambitions to take S2 this year. Because the day is the last day to register new students.

The pain and tightness that had lodged in his heart since last night, seemed to have spread to other parts of his body. Everything hurt, especially his head and still throbbing pain. And continuing to sleep is the best option right now.

The perfect curtain closes the window of the room, becoming a barrier to the entry of sunlight.

"Tumben very Mbak yah wene dereng wungu" Mbok War muttered to himself to see the state of Ajeng that clock so far the tumben-tumbenan has not been awake.

His leg accidentally kicked the suitcase that blocked his path when it was about to open the curtain. "Where did Mabak Ajeng get into this big suitcase? " summing again.

"Mbak jeng, it's noon Ma'am" Mbok War passed his bed, grabbed the curtain and then waved it slowly. Only some, and some are still perfect to dispel the morning sunlight.

Mbok War can clearly see Ajeng's body under the blanket, only his head is visible. And some hair that covered his face.

"Mbak Jeng" said as he rubbed Ajeng's head.

But Mbok War was strangled when his palm touched Ajeng's forehead which felt very hot. Hurriedly he went downstairs to inform Bu Sukma that his favorite son-in-law had a fever.

But unfortunately, Bu Sukma who was still enjoying his morning meal, had gone with Anita to go to the boutique, Bebarengan with the sound of a car engine that sounded increasingly distant.

"Well Mom was nopo Mas's act. Banter sanget" Bu War who only saw Barata alone, who was enjoying a cup of coffee was confused.

"Mbok, is it pripun? " Barata asked back to Mbok War, what's wrong? "Barudan on the phone with Vika, he said he was waiting with people." Barata turned towards Mbok War.

"Niku Mbak Ajeng awake hot, even kulo mendel mawon" Mbok War anxiously told Barata that Ajeng hot high, he woke up but there was no answer.

Barata just got up from the dining table, leaving his coffee to go to Ajeng's room next to his room.

"Please get Mbok's heat-lowering medicine, all the water, take it straight to the room ya" Barata paused at the step tiller to give the order.

"What's wrong with you Sweetbrown? " His murmured softly while continuing to walk fast.

Bara directly entered Ajeng's room, the first thing he saw was a large suitcase that was already full of clothes but not yet covered. While Ajeng,

Unseen was his nose because it was covered in hair and blankets.

"Jeng, Ajeng" Barata patted the cheek that was now red. As his body temperature increased, his porcelain-like white skin became reddish.

"Sweetbrown, wake up I beg you" Barata shook Ajeng's body slowly, occasionally a warm kiss landed on the woman's forehead and palm in front of him.

"Mas niki kalih toya nggih" Mbok War surprised Barata, who came carrying medicine and drinking water.

"Maturnuwun Mbok" Barata thanked him before Mbok War left.

"Barata still continued to kiss Ajeng, not only his forehead and palms, but his entire face, showered by Barata's kiss.

" Sii**, why in my condition like this your shadow is still the Bar" Ajeng muttered to himself. Assuming that what was in front of him was his hallucination.

Barata was shocked, but instantly warped his smile.

"Aren't you satisfied with making love to your wife until you come to me?" He closed both his eyes back.

"You're crazy"

"Makes me crazy! "

Ajeng confused with his own words, while Barata was getting crazy about his actions to Ajeng.