When a Neglected Wife Moves
A letter.
"May, ..." The sigh coincided with the sobs of Jelita Maharani.
Brandon who already wanted his wife, he vent his love even though only limited to giving soft kisses in the upper area, it is impossible to instill his at a time like this.
Let this day be the last time Jelita receives the touch of her husband, before she is determined to leave her life forever.
Brandon's longing lips now combed the entire corner of his wife's smooth neck occasionally his hands gently rubbed the chest mound as if it had slightly changed size "Don't cry baby, soon we will have another baby. We're both, being parents." His whisper in Jelita's ear.
Jelita can only close her eyes while releasing a sigh mixed with tears because of tightness in her chest, Jelita will never stop from her intention to stop surviving the love triangle.
"Sorry E'den, I'm sorry."
The knocking of the door was enough to make the two quit their morning guerrilla love, Brandon turned to the door while fixing a blanket covering his wife's chest that had been ruffled open.
She also wiped the clear circles that were scattering on Jelita's smooth cheeks "Sssutttt, don't cry." Unaware of himself often makes the girl cry without him knowing.
"Lake in!" Tell Brandon to someone waiting behind the door.
The woman entered along with the opening of the door "Excuse me. The young master is waiting for the big master, the funeral procession has to be done." Say it with a polite head.
Brandon nodded "I'll be there soon, you take care of my wife!" Tell her back.
Brandon then went into the bathroom to clean himself, maybe about twenty minutes he came back out with neat clothes.
The scale goes to his wife "Jeje, you're here. Let us take care of our son." Jelita nodded but she also grabbed her husband's black shirt "But let me see my son first E'den." Her request.
Brandon nodded "Yes, of course!" He said softly while peeping the woman's forehead and then out of the room to the place where her little son had been laid as a jazad.
Not long after Brandon and several other families entered Jelita's VVIP room again, carrying the body of the little son.
Jelita's cry broke instantly, and when she saw her baby's handsome face shut her eyes forever, she should have looked like her tall and pointed-nosed husband, her eyelids, her lips, her eyebrows, although only seven months in the womb but already looks very handsome.
Not wanting to see his wife continue to cry Brandon immediately brought back his little son out, again the funeral procession has to be done.
At exactly 09:00 Brandon and his family left the hospital, they flocked to the cemetery, immediately buried the baby named Yakisikli Ogul in the private cemetery of the extended family Anson Dwi Pangga without Jelita.
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In the afternoon Brandon swung a step in the corridor of the hospital where his beloved wife was still undergoing treatment.
His eyes are still on his face. Don't ask how he feels right now, losing the crown prince's candidate is enough to make him depressed.
What else if talking about the presence of Dylan who lately slightly shook his household made the man quite aware of how painful sharing of hearts.
Two years in two Brandon never realized that he had hurt his wife so much so far.
Jelita's love statement this morning made her aware of Jelita's meaning in her life, her possessive attitude of jealousy, it became proof that all this time she loved her wife, a beautiful wife who she duakan disguise friendship.
He always proclaimed the word dear, but he was always the reason for Jelita's heartache.
As soon as he thought of ending the love triangle between himself Shasha and Jelita, Brandon wanted to choose to be loyal to one woman, Jelita, although in the future he might encounter obstacles.
Well, we all know forgetting first love is not as easy as a string of words that slip from the lips of the poet.
However, Brandon intends to try it, Jelita is very beautiful, good as well as everyone's favorite, just one wife like Jelita should be enough.
The gap is getting faster because of the urgent miss "Jeje, ..." Brandon frowned as he opened the door and saw no one in his wife's VVIP room.
"Jeje, baby." He stepped towards the right, notching the bathroom which was also empty.
"Excuse me, sir,.." The sound coincided with the thumping of heels belonging to a woman dressed in medical style who delivered healthy food for patients.
"Where is my wife?" Brandon asked, in the end the man turned to look at the woman.
"I just arrived Sir, five hours ago I left Madam with another nurse." Evidently.
"Oh." Brandon scratched next to his brow a little confused, but it's possible that Jelita was saturated and needed fresh air to walk around with her nurse.
The sister continued her steps and placed a tray of healthy dishes on the dining table in the corner of the place, obviously, the presidential suite room is as well-equipped as a five-star hotel.
The woman's forehead shriveled when she accidentally found a sheet of paper containing a written message tucked under a glass of water.
"Sir, sorry, is this yours?" The nurse asked Brandon, who was busy with his thin device.
Brandon was about to make a call but he dropped it soon after seeing a letter that looked like his wife's handwriting.
"Yes, this is my wife's writing, thank you." Brandon picked up the paper and read it as the woman passed away.
“E'den, by the time you read this letter, I may have already walked away from you. No! Do not be surprised, I have decided carefully before venturing to write this sentence.
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All this time I hope fate unites our way of life so that these legs can go hand in hand on the same path as you. But apparently, the end always finds a dead end.
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To be honest I never wanted to part, but it seemed like fate said something else. All the bad attitudes that happened in the past seem to convince that this relationship can not be lived anymore. For me, it's time to start a new life without you.
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There is nothing more exhausting than to force a relationship that can no longer last. I surrender E'den, our son, is already dead along with my defense.
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We both know what makes this relationship work. But you chose to ignore that. May Shasha soon be your martyr wife, marry her, make your dreams come true, the dreams that you have expressed every night before we are closed to each other to pick up different dreams.
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Thank you for taking care of me all this time, whether as a friend or a husband. I'm waiting for talak from you.”
Tis!
A single tear slipped on the smooth cheek of the handsome man, what is this? Just this morning his wife revealed a love statement, then why did she suddenly leave?
Brandon sat so weak his knees that he could no longer bear the weight of his life. Just now his son has left him for all eternity and now his wife? No, this can't happen!
"Jeje!" Brandon moved from his seat as much as possible against the shock in his soul.
Looking, well, the man wanted to find out where his wife was at the moment, lest his family know Jelita's departure or they were really divorced.
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