The Hidden Love

Suspicion of Love

After making sure his wife was fast asleep, Willmar slowly inched out of his bed. At three o'clock in the morning Raisa woke up and as usual, the beautiful woman was indeed easily hungry after the age of her pregnancy stepped on the second trimester.

Willmar, who is determined to be a husband, is alert to be next to his wife. Accompanying Raisa eat, watch television, then only at six in the morning Raisa back to sleep.

Willmar hastily cleaned himself, changed his clothes with casual clothes and intended to visit his twin brother's house.

William squirmed his body. Again, he can't sleep tonight. I don't know what time he could close his eyes, but it was clear by morning when he entered dreamland.

His memory of Love made William again feel stabbed by an invisible dagger. No more preparing all his needs, no more warm laughter of the girl who colors this house.

Everything's changing.

Slender.

"Sister! Open door!"

Not to mention the water in the glass going into William's throat, the man was already startled by the screams of his twin sister. The glass in his hand he put it, and then the spring opened the door.

Bugs!

A punch landed perfectly on William's face. Willmar gave him a raw bogem which resulted in the corners of his lips bleeding.

Bugs!

Bugs!

Willmar continued to raise his fist.

"For so long I have respected you as a brother, is this his reply? If you really love my wife, why don't you tell me from the beginning! Why are you pretending nothing happened, but you know! Your attitude, your attention, that's what ultimately boomerang for us. Look what consequences you've caused! Our family's falling apart."

William was silent to get treatment from his sister. I don't know. William felt he had no passion for life at all. Just explained to his twin sister.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had spoken frankly before the wedding. I know you love me so much, but don't you think about the feeling of Love? The way you're wrong, brother, you're sacrificing the feelings of a completely innocent person. You broke everyone's heart. What can I do now? I can't even stand up and enjoy my happiness above the suffering of others. Love, Mama, Raisa and Oma, I can't imagine how devastated they feel. You're cruel, brother, babjaan!"

Willmar again swung his hand, but not yet had his fist touched William's battered face, someone firmly held him back.

"What are you guys doing? What the fuck!" Shouted Hanum hysterically.

The woman ran to the place where her two sons were fighting.

"Daddy, what the fuck are you, son, why are you beating your sister?" Hanum roaring.

"He deserves it Ma, this is even less when compared to all his deeds" Willmar cynically said.

"Stop Deck! We can talk about this all right," lerai Arya.

"What else does Opa need to talk about, it's all ruined, and this is because of this loser!"

"Sir, patience! Let's go in!" Ratih flanked his grandson's arm and told Willmar to sit in the living room.

Worried about Love's condition, the extended family decided to visit William's house. Given that today is a holiday, the opportunity to speak from heart to heart can be intensified.

Hanum carried a tray containing a teacup and also some jars containing cookies and snacks.

Everyone sat quietly in their own place. Hanum opened the medicine box and treated the wound on his eldest son's face. Honestly, the woman was so keen to see William's condition. His anger still lingered, but he still had the pity of not letting William off.

"Where is Love? Call him to come down, we need to talk to him" the Sultan said.

William was determined, he was not ready with such a question but if he remained silent, there would only be muddy atmosphere.

"Don't you hear your father ask?" Aryan's voice was so sharp, his old netra continued to highlight the firstborn.

"Love is not here, she is in her home" William said.

Plaque!

The wound on the corner of William's lips was increasingly shedding fresh blood.

"Pa!" Hiss Hanum.

"Let me beat him up, this time I can't take it anymore!" Grumpy Sultan. "This child needs to be taught a lesson."

"It's not like this Pa, Mama please."

Willmar threw away his face. This was the moment she hated the most, seeing her mother shed tears.

"Stop Tan!" Lerai Aryans.

"The fire told me to stop? I think this kid needs to be taught a lesson so that he's aware of what he's done, Pi. The tranquility and harmony of our extended family is disturbed, becoming messy due to his actions. She's even been Pi's killer, she's killing her own in-laws."

"Then what's with you killing him, the problem will be solved? Not Sultan! He must take responsibility for his actions, he must ask for his wife's forgiveness. Let him live his life. His remorse for Love will make him suffer, and it's punishment for him" said Arya.

Sultan fell silent. The man again landed his weight on the sofa.

"Now Opa asked, where is Love?"

The twilight-aged man let out a heavy sigh. "I had expected it to happen like this, she must have felt so uncomfortable that she forced her way home that day."

"And you just shut up? Not following? Not persuaded? What kind of husband are you!" Maki Sultan's.

"What can I do if she shuts her heart shut, Pa?"

"What do you mean!"

"Love asks for separation" said William.

Duars.

The cotton that Hanum used to clean William's wound fell, selling the next second the beautiful woman's body collapsed. There is a commotion there. Everyone was busy waking up Hanum.

Ratih so painstakingly applied the oil of the wind, and his efforts bore fruit. Hanum.

"Where's Deck going?" Asked the Sultan who saw the youngest rise from the lip of the bed.

"Go, I don't want to see a loser who has made Mama suffer" he replied indifferently.

"Son," stop Hanum.

"I'm still Mama's son, I'll visit Mama often, or Mama can come home whenever you want, but to see her face." Willmar glanced at his twin brother. "I don't want to," he added.

Willmar doesn't care about Hanum's call. The man chose to return to his home. Linger in one room with William seemed to strangle him. Willmar would not share oxygen with William.

"I'm sorry Ma, I'm useless" William said regretfully.

"Then what are you going to do?" Ask Hanum.

William shook his head slowly. "I don't know."

"Geez!" Sultan snarling. William really made her angry.

"Now Mama asks you, how do you feel about Love?"

"I ... I don't know Ma. I don't know if I love her or not, but I'm obviously lonely, I feel like there's less to her absence by my side." William lowered his head. His shoulders rose and fell along with the clear grains that shot out from the corner of his eyes.

"What's your next move?" The Sultan spoke up again.

"I still don't know Pa. Love insists on asking for my separation. I've been begging, but he won't change his mind one bit" William said.

"Try harder! Love will change your mind if you will try and be sincere with it" advises Train.

"Yes Oma."

"Later to stop by his house. We also need to apologize on behalf of our family Tan" Arya asked.

"Yes Pi."

"You calm down, go and get ready. We'll talk to Love later. Mama's not sure she'll forgive you, but we still have to fight. He's a good boy, a good son-in-law, Mama's not willing to lose him" Hanum said.

"Yes Ma."

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Love is making fried rice for breakfast. Various spices have been he mix, complete with a variety of vegetables with additional shrimp and squid.

Love put the onion slices into a frying pan filled with hot oil, then stirred them. Instantly, he felt uncomfortable. The smell of the onion was so tingling with his sense of smell, it spread to his head which made him suddenly dizzy and ended up with a turbulent stomach.

"Jr ... Hoek." Shutting down the stove, hastily Love ran towards the sink.

"Jr ... Hook ..." Love keeps trying to pull out her stomach that feels up.

For a while Love kept vomiting. Feeling somewhat better, Love immediately washed his face, pulled out a few sheets of tissue and wiped his face.

"Lately I feel dizzy, what date is it now?" Monologue Love.

The girl grabbed a small calendar located on top of the refrigerator.

"Oh my God, I haven't had a month or so of my monthly guests, don't-don't ..." Love shakes his head in disbelief.

"No way. What should I do if I'm really pregnant? No ... Nah! No matter what happens, I have to continue this divorce. The trial will start next week, I will have to stay separated even if there is a developing fetus in my womb. I don't want that brash man to be the father of my baby. It's been enough all this time that she's hurt me, I make sure she won't hurt my baby. I need to see a doctor."

Love rushed into her room. Change clothes and grab her bag. He plans to go to the nearest clinic to confirm his suspicions.

One thing is certain. With or without a fetus in her stomach, she will not back down from her divorce plan.

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