Thorny Love

*Chapter 1

Ziana smiled sweetly as the plane she was riding landed at the airport of the homeland. He was very happy when he imagined, in a few hours, he would meet the husband he loved so much, after one month he left because of business abroad.

Zia had contacted her husband Rama. He told Rama that he would return to his homeland in one week. But in fact, he came home early.

Zia deliberately did not tell Rama

about this return. He wanted to surprise Rama. He wanted to see Rama's happy expression when he saw his return.

"I can't wait to see Rama. He must have been very surprised to see me coming home sooner than I said," Zia said as she boarded the online taxi she had taken a few minutes ago.

All the way home, Zia kept smiling. The happy shadow of Rama saw his return, kept playing around in Zia's mind. Make Zia's heart more impatient to get home soon.

"Can it go a little faster sir? You see, I was in a hurry" Zia told the driver.

"Patience, madame. I have to take care of both of our safety. Safety is the most important thing in driving," said the driver advising Zia.

"Yes sir, I know. I'm just in a hurry."

"Prophe mbak. Soon we arrive," said the driver as if he understood what Zia was feeling.

Just now they wanted to reach the gate of Zia's house, Rama's black car came out. Zia asks the driver to stop when he sees Rama leaving their home.

"Stop a minute, sir!"

"Where are you going Rama?" ask Zia to herself.

"What's up, mbak? Why should we stop?" the driver asked in wonder.

"I saw my husband's car leaving the house. Can you follow the car in front of us?" zia asked while pointing towards the front.

"Good, mbak."

Without wasting much more time, the driver immediately ran the car to follow Rama's car which had walked several meters in front of them.

"Follow on, sir. Don't let us lose my husband's car" Zia said, looking ahead.

"Yes, mbak."

They continued to follow Rama's car until it entered a compound, and it stopped in front of a house at the very end of the complex.

"Whose house do you want Rama to visit? I've never been here before" Zia said as she watched her husband's car.

Rama parked his car in the garage next to the house. He got out of the car with two plastic bags in his hand.

A woman greeted Rama at the door with a smile. The woman greeted and kissed the back of Rama's hand politely, like a wife to her husband.

Rama smiled, he handed the plastic bag he had brought to the woman. Then, what Zia couldn't accept was that Rama was embracing the woman's shoulder very affectionately.

Seeing all that, there was pain in Zia's heart. The pain is too painful. It was as if it had been pierced by a thousand sharp thorns, which tore Zia's heart apart.

Zia tried to stay strong. She did not want to be so bad to think first of her husband. Despite what she saw just now, it was clear that something was wrong with her husband and the woman just now. She had no clear evidence to say that her husband was having an affair with the woman.

A bus passed not far from the car Zia was riding in. Due to the curiosity that was too strong, Zia dismissed the bushes.

"That's a bus, wait a minute."

"Yes, mbak. What's up?" ask the mothers.

"Can something be?"

"Bby mbak. What do you want?"

"You know, who lives in the corner of the house?" asked Zia while pointing her index finger towards the house.

"Oh, yes, I know. They're new residents of this complex. Mr. Rama is his wife."

"Is-wife?" zia asked, because she was holding back the pain.

Wives. A very painful word for Zia's heart, to the extent that, she forgot that she was not alone at the moment. There was someone else in front of him. Zia shed tears while closing her mouth, making the mothers in front startled.

"Mbak why, mbak? What's going on?" the mothers asked as they touched Ziana's shoulder.

"Ti-no. Thank you so much, buk, for answering my question." said Zia while wiping her tears.

"Together," said the mothers with strange faces staring at Zia.

Zia ignored the strange look. What was in his heart right now was an immense pain. Until he forgets everything.

"Road, sir!" zia told the online taxi driver.

"Good, mbak." The driver was carrying out the order without asking much. They leave the complex immediately.

Ziana continued to cry imagining what she had just seen. Two years of their marriage, Rama always brings comfort and calmness in his heart. Their families could be said to be harmonious families during these two years.

All this time, Ziana trusted everything her husband said. There was not the slightest bit of suspicion in Zia's heart. Especially terbesit if Rama will menduakan his sacred love as it is today. It did not cross even a little in Zia's heart.

There was not the slightest problem that touched their families during the two years of marriage. As for those who don't have children, it's not because Zia can't get pregnant. But because Rama is still not willing to have children. The reason, because they are both busy with their respective jobs.

Rama has pity on Zia who is always busy with office affairs, just like her. They both have their own offices. Ziana is the company leader. He is a CEO who is good at leading his company. As for Rama, he is also a leader in his family company.

In the past, they met at a company in order to fight for a cooperation contract from one company. Of course Ziana got the important contract.

Although he was upset, Rama did not hold a grudge. When he saw Ziana was in trouble, he gladly helped the girl.

When he wants to return to his company, Zia's car breaks down. I don't know why, so the car he can't turn on. Because Rama is a hobby in the automotive field, but does not get support from parents, so he understands a little about the problem of cars.

Rama was heartened to offer Zia help. Initially, the favor was rejected outright by Zia. But in the end, he also received help from Rama.

It was that incident that caused them to unite, to the guarantee. Promise each other to live in joy or sorrow. They try to solve each other's flaws. And, all of that worked out perfectly, up to two years of marriage age. Until, today comes.