The Forbidden Desire of the Wife

Warm Hugs

For what is love without honesty …

For what is love without works …

It means nothing …

With a voice that was lurking, Sara sang a piece of the song. It felt like the song was very representative of his heart right now. For what is love, if there is no honesty. For what is love, if it is not manifested in the deeds of every day. For what to love and maintain a status, if still always hurt.

All those flavors that filled Marsha's chest to the point of feeling like that. Clutching the microphone in his hand Marsha sang the song, so that her tears did not just melt. A melodious voice, slowly turning bitter .. There was a groan in the voice of the woman who worked as a model.

Realizing Marsha's change of voice, Abraham stood up. The man sighed, before finally starting to walk slowly, causing no footprints at all, and Abraham without permission, without a word, without a sound, began to cling to Marsha's body. Hugged it from behind.

Giving the instrument music was still running, aware of Marsha's sobbing, Abraham slowly changed Marsha's position to face him, and Abraham immediately embraced Marsha's body.

The woman's body looked so fragile, with a face that was wet with tears in its eyes. Abraham sighed while closing his eyes. Abraham hugged Marsha, completely silent. Letting the atmosphere of the room was only filled with instrumental music with blue lyrics.

While Marsha herself also moved blue in the arms of Abraham. A warm hug from her ex-boyfriend. A warm hug that calms her. Since the early hours of the morning, Marsha so missed hugs like this. A hug from a person who does not talk much, but embraces it, giving it a place to lean even for a moment. A hug that can wipe away his day of grief and grief.

Let some time pass, and Abraham still hugged Marsha. There was nothing the man did but hug Marsha's body so tightly.

Realizing that they had been standing up for too long and hugging each other, Abraham only returned to voice this time.

“We sit first well .. tired if you stand still,” he said.

Marsha nodded her head, the woman even willingly as Abraham held her hand and took her to sit on the sofa. Apparently, on the sofa .. Abraham immediately grabbed Marsha's shoulder and buried the woman's face into her chest. Gave himself as a place to lean on Marsha. Letting his chest hold up drop after drop of tears from Marsha.

“Crying alone .. if crying can calm you down, just cry,” said Abraham.

The man moved his hand, giving a swab at Marsha's arm with such gentle up and down movements. To the limit, there are no more cries from Marsha. The woman could be calmer. This kind of hug and attention Marsha wanted.

“Bram,” said Marsha softly calling the man's name.

“Hmm, what, Sha?” ask Abraham.

“Still,” says Marsha again.

The woman pulled her face from Abraham's chest, and inched so that now the two could look at each other.

“Thank you for your embrace,” Marsha said again.

Abraham nodded his head faintly, and his hands moved wiping away the remains of tears on Marsha's face.

“Sama-sama, Sha ... remember, you have unlimited access to take advantage of me. So, use me. I don't mind at all,” reply Abraham.

As a dipper, Abraham straightened his back, and gave a gentle swab at the top of Marsha's head. Allowing Marsha to lean on him. It was as if Abraham had returned in the past, where he would willingly hold all of Marsha's tears. Memories like this seem to repeat themselves, and Abraham actually felt lucky that in his worst moments, Abraham was the one who was beside Marsha.

“Bram,” call Marsha again in a soft voice.

“Hmm, what is Sha?” the answer.

“Tadi morning .. I admitted to him, if I play with another man,” Marsha said this time to Abraham.

“Then?” ask Abraham briefly. It was indeed a short response, but Abraham wanted to hear the full version of Marsha's story first.

“He doesn't believe .. he doesn't believe if I play with another man,” Marsha replied.

There's a bitterness rippling through Marsha's chest. Twice Marsha tried to be honest with her own husband that she was flirting with other men, but twice also Melvin did not acknowledge Marsha's confession.

“I want to end all my stories with him,” said Marsha now confidently.

The desire he had been craving, was finally conveyed to Abraham.

“You sure, Sha?” said Abraham.

“Iya, sure ... very sure,” reply Marsha.

“I will support you whatever it is Marsha .. just think again with a cool head. Do not decide everything based on emotions alone, fearing that you will regret it later,” replied Abraham.

That was the advice Abraham gave to Marsha. Just ask that Marsha is not rash in making a decision. Don't make decisions when emotions are boiling. A decision must be taken must be carefully considered, no one is hurt by the final decision to be taken.

“So, how should I Bram?” ask Marsha this time.

“Think again .. ask your heart again, if you still love it. If there is a little love, you can solve this problem together,” replied Abraham.

Indeed, Abraham also did not want to make Marsha rash to make a decision. Instead Abraham gave advice, so that Marsha looked again at his heart and feelings. Problems are there to be solved. Trials in the household are there to find a solution together. After all, all households have their own problems. Husbands and wives can be feuding, but both must also calm themselves and find solutions to the problems they face. Because the problem must be in every household life.

“Good, I will think about it again,” Marsha said.

Initially Marsha thought Abraham would support her and told Marsha to end her marriage to Melvin immediately. But Marsha was wrong. Instead Abraham gently told Marsha to unravel all the things in her heart, finding a way out first.

“Remember Sha .. if you really can't survive. Divorce is the last option. If you can get the other options, why should you take the last option so soon?” reply Abraham.

“Good Bram, I'll think about it again. But can I hold you first, Bram? I need a warm hug,” I'm Marsha honestly.

Yes, Marsha will rethink her household tempest. He will weigh again. However, for now Marsha desperately needs a warm embrace from Abraham. Even Marsha this time was honest, wanted to embrace Abraham and needed his embrace. Let yourself have a moment of calm. There must have been a firm hand and a chest that was the field that greeted him and embraced him so warmly.