The Third Match.

Deep Trauma.

Marsel ran after Diah. But somehow using what energy his wife ran quickly and disappeared somewhere.

He passed by the tourists who were bare-chested for the men, and the women who wore swimsuits.

There are sleeping in the sand with mats, paying for massage services, some are mixing love, some are chasing.

Marsel asked them and showed them his characteristics. But, no one knows.

Marsel was disappointed to have come all the way here to improve his hand house that has not been as long as corn, but there have been a lot of problems that convoluted.

He deliberately brought his wife here, besides honeymoon also wanted to be honest, looking for the right time to talk. However, it only made Diah's heart become injured.

Marsel continues to walk until he reaches one of the most deserted beaches. But did not find his wife when the time was approaching magrib.

His eyes caught a shadow walking down, hiding behind a grove of trees. Judging from his clothes and hijab it was his wife Diah.

Marsel smiled with relief pretending not to know.

"Sheaaahhh..you whereaa.." Marsel's voice tightly knitted both fingers and thumbs wrapped around his mouth.

"Sheaaahhh. I love kamuuu... don't want to lose kamuuu..."

"I'm sure you're around, right?"

The trees are back moving. Actually Marsel really wanted to approach, but was worried that his wife would just run away again.

Duh... How is this? if there are snakes, scorpions, or caterpillars? ah Diah is just there.

"Mas, Mas, who's looking? until screaming so.." asked a father of one of the officers on the beach.

"Sir, my wife is having a sniff, and she's hiding behind the bushes, please help me get her out, sir" Marsel said half-whispering.

"How, Mas?"

"Father just say my words" said Marsel.

The father nodded his head.

"While looking for my wife, sir, I was afraid that she would come here, because.... I've heard, he said under the hill there was a snake as big as a coconut tree, right?" Marsel said loud enough to be heard by Diah, and winked so that the father would compromise.

The father glanced at the moving bushes.

"Oh right Mas, what else if magrib like this, like to go down and look for rats in the bushes"

"Youngass..." Diah ran out of the bushes and hugged Marsel. Without Diah knowing, Marsel smiled at the father while giving a thumbs up.

"After... Magrib soon we should go back to the hotel yuk, look! this place is so quiet, what else according to the people here, there are residents."

"Aaahhhhh, let's hurry back" Diah finally collapsed and did not want to take off Marsel's hand. Marsel looked at the father who was shaking his head.

"Yes, come on" Marsel took Diah.

"Sir, I'm sorry, you have to be careful, you should go too, worried about the snake coming down from the cliff" said Marsel then dropped three pieces of red money.

"Yes, thank you" he smiled after taking the money. "Lumayan... can make pay spp Ketut" he murmured.

Diah felt sore in the calf because he was too tired to run earlier. "His jaw-dropping, my legs are sore" said Diah.

"Let me carry" Marsel crouched down in front of him.

"No way!" ketus Diah's.

As fast as lightning, Marsel carried Diah's body and took her to the parking lot to the rental car.

Marsel glanced at Diah's puffy eyes, most certainly crying. He feels guilty. Marsel let his wife calm down and did not invite him to talk, until finally the car arrived at the hotel.

Marsel then contacted the rental party to pick up the car because for today it is enough.

While Diah walked first to leave Marsel, immediately went up to the second floor where his room was.

In the room Diah then took a shower just by wearing a kimono he came out to coincide with that Marsel just entered.

Diah pretended not to know and then took the clothes in the bag while on her back. Kimono clothes that he was wearing revealed upwards without Diah realizing it to show the intimate organs.

"Hi... Are you challenging?" Marsel chuckles on Diah's cheeks. Diah looks at the glance only visible sports shoes in Marsel wear.

Diah went back to the bathroom wearing clothes and took some water.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a shower, we'll pray maghrib together, ok!" marsel said as he passed to the bathroom.

Diah remained unanswered, picking up Marsel's t-shirt and boxer after laying on the sofa. He then put on a mukena, held two prayer rugs, even though it remained waiting.

10 Minutes later, Marsel finished his bath and prayed together.

After praying Diah kissed the back of Marsel's hand and then slipped her face in her husband's lap, her tears breaking.

Not regretting the fate God gave. But he was confused to think about his life. Every man has a wounded husband that he gets. Will, his current marriage will experience the same rice as before?

"Oh noaaakkkk..." Diah yells. He apparently suffered a deep trauma.

"Honey..."

The white hand covered with black feathers rubbed his wife's head.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to lie to you, if you still want to listen to me. I'll tell you everything" Marsel stroked the back of Diah who was still wearing a face.

"But, if you don't listen, I won't force, in essence, what's in my heart right now is just you" Marsel said.

Diah then lifted her head, rubbing the remaining tears that wet the marsel sheath. "Keep..how?" ask Diah later.

"How's what?" Marsel pretended not to understand, he was relieved his wife was willing to talk to him.

"Yes. continuation of the story" Diah then opened his face while folding.

"Here" Marsel again pulled Diah's body slowly to lie on his lap.

Marsel then told her everything, when Bella left her, while trapped in the apartment eight months ago, until now Bella came, and was pregnant.

"So... Are you legally not divorced?" Diah looked at Marsel who was glaring.

"Yes, but I've reached out to a lawyer to get this divorce done,"

"But, I was the afternoon before the beach. I saw him in an interview on Mas television, he kept saying, he is currently focusing on taking care of the family,"

Marsel looked down fixedly on Diah's face seemed shrouded in anxiety.

"Keep...You just believe? if what he said was true, maybe he had another family"

"Honestly, during Bella's trip to Indonesia, I met only three times, the first one at the hotel at the time" "The second one, I once drove to the hospital, for control"

"And lastly, he came into my room, but I immediately kicked him out, if you don't believe me, ask Aldo"

"As long as we're married, when are we far apart? just to the office, you always I invite, only once at the restaurant when it was, I made a mistake" said Marsel at length.