The Overdose of Love

N2=My Missing Wife>>> Devotion In Humiliation

I didn't just give up on taking care of Mas Adit. Even though there was already hatred in him, I was still eager to try to restore his lost memories. Love does need sacrifice, which is to fight for what has become our right.

Let me for now bear all the pain, and must rise soon, though the harsh reality is sweeping our household.

I stared at the face of my husband who was sound asleep. I longed so much for its yesterday-yesterday-your-day potent nature, that even a drop of dew was inevitable to burst forth again.

The hand is now trying to tidy up the blanket that has been exposed, and return it to the top of the belly of the mas Adit, so that he who slept felt the warmth.

"You!" mas Adit's voice suddenly opened his eyes.

"Eeh, sorry, Mas. It's been bothering."

"Well, are you here?" tanyanya doesn't like it.

"I'm sorry, Mom! It woke you up by fixing the blanket just now, "I'm not feeling good.

"Sorry .. Sorry, good. Who the hell are you? Always come here every day, as soon as it feels to see your face," he said.

"Sorry!" Head bowed, sad to get his scolding.

"You don't have to pretend to be my wife. There's no way a CEO like myself would marry a woman like you. Already I'm going, a lot of cin cong too" He coldly said again.

"Astagfirullah, Ma. I'm your real wife, and now in my stomach there's your baby seed!" kataku.

"What's? Aaaah, you don't make it up. I do not believe in all your talk, from the first my love for only one Salwa. So it's impossible until I can impregnate you. Just not close. It must be someone else's child" he said.

"Astagfirullah. I never made up, everything I said was true" I said in self-defense.

"Aah bullsit, bye! You are other than a woman who does not know herself, it turns out also a liar. Lest your false confession be merely wanting a treasure and becoming a known woman," he sneered in disbelief.

"Really, Mas. I am not that kind of woman and have never lied to you. We've really become husband and wife, and from all that I have proof" said an annoyance to immediately show the marriage book.

"Where ... where?" The bill is impatient.

"Wah .. wow. You must be a liar. This letter was already 7 years ago, and you just got pregnant? It's really too late that you lied. Unbelievable. You little sycophant, "he still can't believe it.

"Oh my goodness, my. Why do you still not believe. You can ask me mom and dad!" Hands rubbing the clear dew that was falling dripped.

"Either, liar. Many women model your kayak. For the sake of money they are willing to lie with a myriad of tricks. Perhaps the child you bear is the seed of someone else. Basic women don't know themselves, playing I-I'm it's my son. You should be called a p*lac*r woman only!" he accused me cruelly, while vilifying my behavior.

"Astagfirullah, Ma. You really have the heart to accuse me like that" replied I who had tears.

"Don't be a drama anymore. Your tears won't bring down my accusation."

"No, you're accusing me of that. Even though you don't recognize me as a wife, but just so you know, that I'm not a cheap woman like you just accused," I said emotionally.

"Hm. A lot of bragging."

"And remember one more thing, we get married not because of love but because of arranged marriage. So even though there was no love between us in the first place, I still have pride, which doesn't just give my body to people, unless there's love already in the heart," imbuh my cry.

"Sorry, excuse me. I'm just here to see how you are doing and bring you your favorite food. Now it's up to you to eat it or throw it in the trash, the most important thing is that I've done my duty as a wife" I said, before actually walking away.

"Heeeh, you lying woman! I will never let you into my family. Cam is that!" mas Adit shouted as I tried to walk away.

I'm not kugubris. The heartache over all the insults made breathing the air very difficult. My chest kept beating so I could breathe smoothly. Behind the door of the inpatient convalesce spilling sadness. When someone passed by, they could only stare strangely at me.

After coming home from the hospital, the body can no longer bear to not slump to the floor in the house. Now it feels like living again like the beginning, by carrying the pain of his abusive speech just now. What he said earlier brought open heart wounds again. Now he's completely different from before.

As long as I knew him, Mas Adit had never said such harsh words before. But now his words have already pierced my heart outrageously.

So that there would be no quarrel that would make things worse, as calm and quiet as I could, by burying the pain deeply, and suffice it to be a bitter memory for me.

Arguing with the Adit community is now a waste, I think I have no more energy to answer it, because if it continues the debate will never end, and will increasingly become more so, he said, the split between our love happened.

My tears have now re-unraveled, with my hands constantly scooping the face rough, the intention of the heart to remove the shadows of his speech earlier.

It felt like I wanted to shout out loud, to let out the emotions that kept bubbling in my heart, but what is my day now, maybe everything has become my destiny, already, which must be skipped to test patience and clarity.