The Unwanted Substitute
Chapter 53 is getting harder
Hana lay languidly on the wide bed of Sebas. His heart was angry and agitated. But at the same time there was a sense of happiness and longing in his heart.
"O heart, why are you turning away? Why do you want to miss? Why are you happy with this situation? Why the heart why?" Hana bermonolog herself to the stupidity of her heart.
He stared at the ceiling of the room. Blank. Hana doesn't know what to do. Arising in her heart she wanted to come out without telling her husband. But yes he was hampered by questioning himself again.
Finally he fell into a raging mind.
Not long after, Sebas came in carrying some scrapes.
Rich people bring chafing? Ahh that's something rare.
Sebas looked at his sleeping wife and was not disturbed by her presence.
He cleaned himself up and lay down beside Hana. As the girl was escorting to face her husband, Sebas hugged her tightly close to the chest.
The same feeling as almost two months ago arose. Sebas seems to have lost control of himself. The more on the road the more that feeling.
"Hana.." he said softly. He poked his wife gently on the forehead and tried to sleep.
The dring ring
The loud sound of a dim-witted cell phone echoed into the ears of the pair.
They squirm and wake up feeling strange.
"Ohhh..."
Both of them shouted in surprise.
Hana hardened in place hugging her own chest. Ehh her chest is tense.
While Sebas hugged him tightly earlier had already divorced his little embrace. Junior also woke up. Messed up..
Actually, while sleeping, they were in their own dreams. A different story line. But the end of the story is almost the same. The end of an abandoned wet dream deck the sound of Sebas' phone.
Breath hunting for evidence they enjoy each other's dreams. But before reaching the peak of the dream, everything is lost giving disappointment to the dreamer.
"Wake up and eat, what time is it?" said Sebas dilute the atmosphere and nervousness.
He pretended to wiggle the body of his wife he hugged to wake her up, in which case they had blatantly woken up from sleep.
Their dinner that day went a little awkward. Where not, almost two months did not meet what else was a roof and it was not a short period of time.
All the time they eat only accompanied by the sound of the sound of spoon and dishes that often compete.
Hana tried to stay calm until she finished eating and cleaned the dishes and dining table.
His heart was pounding as he stepped into the living room. Because she didn't know what to start with to talk to her husband
But the living room was empty as Hana approached an L-shaped sofa there.
"He where? Did you sleep in her room? Mmm it's better than him being here. Tonight I will sleep on this couch. After all this sofa is big." Inner Hana was weighing.
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The clock showed it was 9:30 p.m., but the young man was still sitting on a park bench near his rented apartment.
His eyes looked far away at the apartment building. His focus was only on the circumstances of him and his wife.
Sebas nodded allowing the old man to sit down with him.
"Why hasn't this night come home yet? Fighting with wife?" the old man opened the story.
"Oh no sir. It's not. I just want to take the wind after eating earlier" said Sebas politely.
"Good then, son."
"But uncle himself why haven't you come home yet? It's been a little night, sir," Sebas asked curiously.
"Well, if I'm alone, it's a habit. I was sleeping and every time I woke up, I had trouble sleeping again. That's why I'm out taking the wind for a second night." explained the old man.
"Set that a little danger sir. Mr. Cik could have stayed at home breathing the night air from the jandela alone." said Sebas kehairanan.
"Hahaha it's my house" pointed the old man to a house. The distance of the house opposite the back of the park bench is only separated by a park pedestrian street.
In the rmh it seems some people are still telling stories while looking at them.
"They are my children and grandchildren. They'll be there every time I come here. Usually someone will come out. But tonight, I ask them to pay attention. You are here again." said the middle-aged man explained his condition.
"Oh yeah, I'm Sebas. I live in the front apartment there, "knew Sebas to the old man.
"Call me Mr. Bubu."
They were noticed by Pak Bubu's family who were telling stories in the water laughing there.
Not long after, Sebas asked to go home, leaving Pak Bubu smiling.
Chequelek
The main door opened slowly from the outside. The young man walked carefully so as not to make any noise and then to the sofa.
He decided not to sleep in his room that night. But surprised by the wife who had fallen asleep on the sofa quietly.
"What's this? Why is he sleeping here?" batin Sebas did not believe.
Sebas stood still not minded with the actions of his wife. Then he lifted his sleeping wife into the room.
Sebas came out into the living room then lay on the sofa daydreaming at Pak Bubu's advice.
It may be true the old man said that he was selfish, blinded with love and wanted to win by himself.
Has he ever brought that relationship into prayer? Hah .where maybe Sebas brought that in prayer. He himself never prayed, just to give thanks.
The last time he bowed down in prayer, I don't know if that was possible when he was in his final high school exam.
Mirana or Hana. Mirana has been her boyfriend for 6 years. While Hana is his wife who only lived with him for 1 month, maybe 1 month. Then they disappeared for almost two months.
If calculated from the time they met until finally Hana quit her job at her company, it was not enough for one year.
And again, Sebas loved Mirana very much including all her flaws. As for Hana, they were only betrothed. There is no love between them. Hatred, coercion and resentment had existed since they first met.
But since lately his heart has always been. When with Mirana there is an empty space that increasingly ensnare her feelings.
While with Hana, there is a sense that makes him angry. But why angry?
Sebas tried to melt his eyes but the more forced it became harder for him to sleep.
