The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Lean Place

Evening came, when Mira was asleep, Marsha immediately came to her husband. Marsha knew that her husband was grieving and also had many thoughts. Marsha is now sitting next to her husband. Marsha chose not to say much, but Marsha opened her arms, asking her husband to hug her. A warm embrace was much more meaningful to her now-scary husband.

Seeing the reaction Marsha showed, Abraham nodded his head. Without saying much, Abraham inched, the man hugged Marsha, and scattered his face in Marsha's chest area. The man closed his eyes by tightly clutching his wife's body.

There was Marsha's hand giving a swab in her husband's hair, even Marsha looked down and kissed her husband's forehead. Many times her warm lips were anchored at the top of her husband's head.

"Patience, strength, and sincerity, Mas" said Marsha in the end.

Marsha was reminded of the message given by Ms. Sara to speak heart to heart with her husband. Giving quiet time like a pause for Abraham to be able to organize his heart better. The woman closed her eyes and continued to rub her husband's head.

"Goddess ...."

Abraham, who was silent, finally spoke. The man let out a sigh and further darkened his face on Marsha's chest.

"Hmm, yes Mas .. I am here, with you," Marsha replied.

"Why is it like this? At first I thought that everything was fine, until yesterday the facts about me were revealed. I'm Melvin's half-brother. Forgive me," Abraham replied.

Marsha quickly shook her head, "No. I love you, Mas. I love you and don't look at your background. Because, I'm sure that you are a very good and responsible man" he replied.

"It's just .. in my blood and Melvin flows the same blood, Shayang," Abraham replied.

"There are times when blood doesn't determine anything, Mas .. I love you for who you are, without looking at your past," Marsha replied.

Abraham remained silent. The man closed his eyes there. Many things were raging in his heart and mind. Since yesterday Abraham was ironic to speak, only now Abraham must be able to make peace with the situation, organize his heart better.

"I didn't think for less than 24 hours I'd met him, and he left again. Of course you know, Shayang .. I grew up without his affection. I grew up harboring a hatred that was a bitter root in my heart. Until that hatred makes me feel unsure if I can be a good father later" he said.

Again Marsha gives a swab in her husband's hair, "You are the best Dad for Mira. You are Father and Son, but the path you take can be different. Not always will follow the path that parents have gone through. God gives us the will to determine what is good and what is bad. So, keep doing your best. Keep on being a great Papa to Mira" Marsha replied.

Those were the words of encouragement that Marsha spoke. She also wanted her husband to rise again. Not in an instant, but believe me that Marsha will always be there for her husband. They have both promised to accompany each other until old age.

"Later on the seventh day, come to his house Mas. Either way Papa Wisesa is your real father" Marsha said.

"Am I welcome there?" reply Abraham.

"Accepted, your intention is good to pray for you. Also, release the pardon to your Father. There is no point in holding grudges against those who are gone. Let your apologies lay the grave open," Marsha replied.

"Well .. I will try," replied Abraham.

"God, you are a kind and forgiving man. My prayer God has always strengthened your heart, put good for good in your life, become a forgiving figure" Marsha said.

It was a relief to feel, Abraham also felt the sincerity that Marsha spoke really touched his heart. Abraham felt that the prayer Marsha said was indeed a sincere prayer.

"Thank you Shayang .. no matter how I lose. But the tears could not fall. Wounds, resentments, anger, mixed into one, plus loss. Busty tight, Shayang."

This time Abraham admitted how he felt. Abraham admitted that he was also lost, but his tears could not flow. I don't know, it's just that it all feels like it's clogging his tears to not fall.

Marsha nodded her head, "Now if you want to cry may my husband. Just as you bandaged your wounds, wiped my tears, I will do the same for you" Marsha replied.

Now Marsha's hands are getting soft, her lips are down and peeping the top of Abraham's head, there is also a swab on the shoulder to the back of her husband. Whether Marsha touched him with feelings, the tears escaped as well.

Abraham sobbed, whimpering, in the arms of Marsha. Vaporized all the flavors that filled his chest until it felt so tight. Marsha too late, also broke her tears with her husband. Marsha knew it was not easy for Abraham, but how else the fate line had been given by the Khalik. Can no longer be evaded, just limited to undergoing.

For a long time Abraham sobbed, until at the limit the man pulled his face from Marsha's chest, then Abraham smiled there.

"Thank you for giving me the place and time to let out all these tears. Continue to accompany me yes Sha .. strengthen me when I am fragile like this," said Abraham.

Marsha nodded her head, "Yes Mas .. For the rest of my life I will accompany you. My whole life will be dedicated to you. I really love you, Mas," she replied.

Now Abraham holds Marsha's body in his arms. The two hugged each other with tears there. At least when the tears come down and fall, the heart feels a little more relieved. Abraham felt Marsha was indeed a place for him to go home, a place for him to lean on, a place for him to show his weakest side. There's nothing else Tama can cover from Marsha. His bitterest form, his fragility, his anger, even his grudges to the Father all Abraham showed to Marsha.

"I also love you Shayang .. on the seventh day, accompany me to the house Melvin want?" ask Abraham later.

"You," Marsha replied.

"By my side to the tomb, too, Shayang .. sow flowers in Papa's tomb, well," asked Abraham again.

"Of course Mas .. I will always be with you" Marsha replied again.

As much as possible Marsha will always accompany her husband. What Marsha could do would always be Marsha did for her husband. Accompanying her husband is something Marsha will always do.