The Tarnished Wife

We're getting married next week

After her last meeting with Rara a few days ago, Reza just worked and locked herself in an apartment. It had been a week he had not been to Bandung and met his son. In addition to being here, he also had to handle the central company, he also wanted to be alone, studying every word Rara said at that time.

Truly, he is surprised by Rara's confession stating that his ex-wife is only in awe of him, not love.

Tonight, Reza made up her mind. He will keep his love meeting with Rara. He knew now Rara could no longer be achieved. Rara could no longer be hers. Moreover, the woman blatantly asked that she change and tried to accept the presence of Sarasmanda.

“I'll do what you want, Ra,” muttered Reza while putting all her clothes in a big suitcase.

This apartment will be like this. Reza has no intention of selling or renting this apartment to anyone, because this place holds many unforgettable happy memories with the former. She will never be able to forget Rara, as Rara is the first woman she loves. When he finds out the beautiful woman and it's Rara. Unfortunately, he could not keep his love well. He could not please her until her love was gone.

Srek

Reza zipped the suitcase shut perfectly and kept it in the closet. He intends to stay in Bandung. Reza has asked his father to return to his homeland and hold back the company in Jakarta. He will only focus with companies in Bandung only.

After he finished putting all his things in the two suitcases. Reza looked around the corner. He smiled as the shadow of Rara laughing on the sofa. They often joke around in that place. Reza's tears wet his cheeks. He made a terrible mistake that could not bring his love back.

Reza is still a stalker on Rara's social media to dispel her longing for the woman. He only realized, maybe this is what Zayn felt at that time, when he had to leave Rara demia his happiness. Though, dear, it is not good enough to give that happiness.

“I'll try to be a good father to Noah and a good husband to Manda. Even though at any time I will not be able to love the woman,” Reza said softly to himself.

Yes, he also has to reorganize his life. He did not want to continue to fall into endless regret.

****

The Zayn house. Rara is still there. He just finished reading a fairy tale to Zac and Zoey. The non-identical twins slept in the left and right arms of Rara's body.

Since moving into this house, Zac and Zoey already have their own rooms. Zayn purposely accustoms Zac and Zoey to no longer have one room, considering they are different types and have gotten bigger, so Zayn needs to separate their bedrooms from now on.

Rara stroked Zac's head, then kissed him twice. He did the same to Zoey. Rara smiled. He still did not expect that these two adorable little children were born from his womb. Really, he was very happy. She no longer feels imperfect.

Slowly, Rara got up. He put Zac and Zoey's hands on her slowly. It was getting late, he had to go back to the apartment.

Rara turned her head back to Zac and Zoey, after she managed to escape the two sleeping children. Then, Rara put her foot out. He spread his eyes around, it turned out that this house was deserted. Michelle and Aunt may have slept in their own rooms. Incidentally, Michelle, Zac, Zoey, and the Aunt have rooms downstairs. Zayn and his study are on the second floor.

Rara wanted to go home, but she could not go home and did not pay attention to the owner of this house, although in fact she was still reluctant to meet Zayn. I don't know why he couldn't resist dealing with that guy. I don't know what pellets Zayn uses that make him always melt and can't be angry at the man.

Rara climbed the stairs and looked at the photos on the wall as it passed slowly. He touched the faces of the three people who were jerking in the frame and then, smiling. It seemed like apart from Zayn, there were now Zac and Zoey filling his heart.

Rara walked towards Zayn's study. I don't know why Rara's feeling is saying that Iu's man is in there.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

Rara knocked on the door that was not tightly closed. Now, Zayn no longer kept the contents of the room a secret, because almost all the inhabitants of this house already knew inside.

Zayn, who was sitting in the room, turned to the door that was knocked.

“Ink, Darling.” Zayn could see Rara's presence from her current seat.

Then, Rara entered the room with a fierce look, even though the look was not appropriate at all for Rara. However, Rara is upset that Zayn keeps calling her affectionately.

Zayn got up from his chair and approached Rara. While Rara again saw the photos on the wall.

“When did you take my photos?” rara asked haughtily without looking towards Zayn. He focused on the pose of himself framed there.

Rara's heart is flowering. He did not expect Zayn to adore him so much that he made this room full of photos of him.

“At any occasion,” Zayn replied.

“I know this while on the beach right?” ask Rara while pointing at a photo.

Zayn smiled and nodded.

Rara was like someone who was looking at a photography exhibition, while Zayn was the guide. Zayn explained the location and moment of each Rara candit photo he took.

“This where? How I didn't take my picture there.” Rara turned towards Zayn.

It was a picture of them at Junior High.

Rara then goes with Zayn to the top with Zayn's friends. And, that was the first time Rara stepped on the place, which finally made the place her favorite place when she wanted to refresh herself.

“Peak. Same time Dion, Anjas, and Vega.”

“Now where are they?” ask Rara.

“He said, Dion became a contractor in Kalimantan. Vega continues to be a doctor and settled in Bali. If Anjas, he has become a famous Make Up artist, until hollywood,” replied Zayn laughing.

“Oh, yes. I've also seen Anjas in Infotainment. Very cool, she once made up in Taylor Swift.”

Zayn nodded. They do not realize that they are currently mingling. Laughing while remembering her teenage story. For a moment Rara forgot that she was still angry at what Zayn had done before.

“You remember no, at that time I promised you what was the same?” zayn asked, making Rara's laughter swallow and turn towards the man.

Rara shakes.

“No, surely you forgot.”

“Indeed you ever promise what?” Rara asked back.

“Time we again eat grilled corn and sit on top of the peak. You forgot my words?” ask Zayn again.

Rara shakes.

“When I said, when I grow up, I want to be your husband. Then you laugh and think my words are jokes,” replied Zayn softly with a smile.

Although at that time, Zayn realized that his brother had expressed a love for Rara since childhood and claimed the woman was his future wife. However, when it was somehow Zayn had said so, but unfortunately Rara did not respond because for Rara Zayn is his best friend.

“At that time, we were teenagers. I also do not understand about love,” said Rara softly.

Rara's gaze turned to those photos again.

“Now you know about love?” zayn asked, causing Rara to turn back to the man.

Instantly their eyes met and looked for each other's earnestness from their two eyeballs.

Then, Rara broke off that eye contact. “I want to go home, Zayn. It's night.”

Rara walked towards the door and was about to exit the room. Zayn. “Shop!”

Rara shakes. “Tomorrow I teach. My uniform is in the apartment.”

“After dawn, I'll take you to the apartment. Rest here!” pinta Zayn pleaded.

“But you didn't force me to sleep in your room right?” Chirps Rara.

I don't know what that question is? He himself cursed at the question that came spontaneously from his lips.

Zayn laughs. “If you want to. With pleasure even.”

“Handma,” sahut Rara.

“Serious also nothing.”

“Anaan anyway, Zayn?” Rara rolled her eyes and Zayn laughed again.

“You started loh. Not me.” Zayn was still laughing until he held his stomach. Rara is adorable.

“Can I say kidding. Ah, no need to extend.”

“But I want to be extended, he said the long one was delicious.”

“Zayn,” snapped Rara. He pouted and stomped his feet out of the room, then walked quickly down the stairs.

“OK ... Okay ... Excuse me. I'm kidding too. I'll drive you home!” zayn said while chasing Rara downstairs.

“Ngga no, I order ojol aja.” Rara refused and started opening the app.

Quickly, Zayn snatched the phone Rara was holding. “I don't let you go home if you ride. It's late, sweetie.”

“Zayn, what the hell, play grab Hape people.” Rara took her phone out of Zayn's hand. “Pake call dear all over again.” Rara turned her lips back.

“Biarina. Anyway can't go home with ojol. I'll drop off or stay here.”

“Kok you set up.” Rara left in front of Zayn.

“Yes, because I'm your future husband. We are getting married next week,” Zayn replied casually by putting both his hands in the Nike sports pants he currently wears.

Rara immediately scrunched her forehead. “What?”