When My Wife Surrender

Time Repeatedly Returned

...Waiting for you to say love me? Is that gonna happen? Because there's a time when I'm gonna give up......

Chrysanthemums...

The tie he started wearing looked at his appearance in front of the mirror. Beautiful face with a shirt suit. Contacting someone using the load speaker mode, in the middle of his activities prepare to go to work.

The voice of a woman was heard from across the street. Right, Rain is contacting a woman, I don't know who.

"He's Your wife? She looked like a maid, her clothes were like a mop washcloth." said someone from across the street, laughing.

Rain sighed harshly wearing his watch, "Yes, like a mop lap, but she's still my wife..."

"Handsome face like you, well established, nothing less. I just want to be a second wife." the voice of the woman over the phone was heard again.

"Gombal.. later in the afternoon I will ketokomu.." Rain's words suddenly stopped, his face pale deathly. Turning off his call seemed to be staring at the Chrysanthemum standing at the door.

"We have breakfast, the food is ready," Chrysanthemum's face seemed to force himself to smile.

"If you want to come in next time knock on the door first!?" said Rain looking cynical, walking past her holding her phone as if not letting Chrysanthemum touch her in the slightest.

The woman clenched her hands trying not to cry. Only Rain, only Rain was the only one he had.

***

Until that day... July 3, 2022...

Drizzling rain flushed, fragrant aroma cream cake smelled. The cake decorated the pregnant woman slowly, stroking her protruding stomach. Today is Rain's birthday. Right on sunday.

But the young man suddenly wearing his shoes walked quickly. "I have to go to work .." he said at the time.

But it's Sunday, Chrysanthemum is still staring silently at her husband's departure. Driving a second car that is not so expensive in the rain drizzle that hit, as if he did not heed it.

A few hours passed, the rain had started to subside, the beautiful beautiful cake had been finished. Chrysanthemum slowly contacted her husband, hoping Rain would return home soon.

Until some time he called her lifted. There was a woman's voice across there.

"Hello, Rain today." Chrysanthemum's words stopped his face suddenly deathly pale.

"You're Chrysanthemum, Rain's wife? I'm Dara, Rain's future wife" said the woman from across the street.

Chrysanthemum fingers clenched, from the beginning only he said he loved Rain. Did Rain never love her? That crossed. However, his hands clenched only Rain in his possession, growing together in an orphanage. Parents, brothers, friends, husbands that Rain in his eyes. He has nothing but himself...

"I believe in Rain!! Don't talk nonsense." he said clenching his hands in a trembling voice.

"Speaking bullshit? You're just a housewife graduated from SMU, a mediocre face, like a maid from the village. While I'm an overseas graduate, a subsidiary owner of the company where your husband works. Such a comparison of nobility with commoners is not.." the voice of the woman chuckling faintly rang out,"Sorry, one of the tramps more precisely..."

Chrysanthemum tears were flowing uncontrollably,"Where's Rain? I want to talk to him?" tanyakanya.

"He was taking a shower, cleaning himself. You know, after our activities, we were mutually satisfying in bed, but if you don't believe it.." The woman was silent for a moment, calling Rain's name, "Rain!! Someone called me." he said.

Her husband's voice rang out, it really was clear, "Please pick up, I'm taking a bath..."

Chrysanthemum fingers clenched tighter, pain, chest pain. The only man she loved in her life, along with other women.

"You heard it yourself, right? I was also pregnant with her child. Soon she'll divorce you, better let her go let her be happy." words from the woman.

Chrysanthemum threw the phone, unable to hear anymore, screaming out loud. The birthday cake that was on the table glimpsed at her, slowly walking to put her back in the fridge.

Sick, this is really painful, Rain is only Rain in his life, the only precious treasure for him. His shabby clothes that he did not put much into a tote bag. Her tears flowed uncontrollably, too painful to hear everything from her husband's own mouth.

Until Chrysanthemum sat down, wrote a letter, tucked into a savings book with a large amount in it. All were Rain's salary he had collected all along.

Wishing this was enough to build the young man's new family. Wishing his richer wife would not demean him. A piece of heart still there to love him, to love, a feeling of unrequitedness.

The pregnant woman who walked away from her small house full of memories. Kala Rain nailed the wall putting up their wedding photos, as they spent the night in a house full of memories.

The door slowly closed, passing through a muddy road leading to the base ojek.

Helmets are worn, the motor is traveling at medium speed in the drizzling rain that is getting heavier. Drove without a rain coat, the wind hit her wet hair, her body shivering, stroking her distended belly.

"Patience huh? I'll find us a new home. We go for the happiness of your father .." she said softly, remembering her husband who will also have children from other women.

Until the time comes, when God calls, all beings can only be bowed down in His power.

Brakes...

Motorcycle motorcycle, overtaking the vehicle in front of him, from the opposite direction a minibus car appeared.

His body was slammed, blood was flowing from his groin, his helmet was torn off, his body was blown away. Blood mixed with rain water flowed from his nose and ears. The head that released a lot of fresh blood, amidst the heavy rain that continuously drenched his body.

The last remaining consciousness is still there, realizing one thing, the child in the womb will not survive. Taken by God, because he was unable to take care of her.

"Sorry..sorry..sorry.." he said softly stroking his stomach. Along with blood flowing from his mouth.

Until finally the woman was silent with her eyes still open...

If that second life exists, I don't want to meet you. Won't love you...

His last breath disappeared, his eyes still open with a body cooling down on the asphalt. The sound of an ambulance rang out, for a moment, along with the steps of a pair of leather shoes of a young man, dropping a white Chrysanthemum flower, near him with flowing tears, nonstop...

***

The breath of a girl hunting, waking up in a narrow boarding room she was in when SMU. The place he rented worked part-time. Hair and skin are not maintained but it is indeed characteristic, which must work part-time after school.

"Why am I here? Am I not dead?" Chrysanthemum felt his flat stomach, for a moment his attention was turned toward the calendar, July 3, 2012, the day of his graduation, when he expressed love for Rain on the basketball court, ten years ago.

He went back to High School, "A...did I dream?" he murmured, pinched his own cheek and unfortunately felt pain."So this isn't a dream?"

The chrysanthemum immediately got up, cleaned itself, dotted his clothes with school clothes. Enthusiastic, will live life for himself, will not love Rain anymore, giving an opportunity to a child who has not yet been born to see the world. Having a father who will love him.

Until his eyes shifted to the birthday cake he gave when he expressed love for Rain 10 years ago.

The cake she immediately put in the trash can, "I'll live for myself this time, having a husband who really loves me. And my son later." Chrysanthemum tears flowed, regretting everything, immediately wiped by him.

Not wanting to meet Rain again, living a bad destiny as an unloved woman. Until he started to step up, wearing a shabby uniform took his diploma at his High School early.

The girl sneaked around not wanting Rain to see her. Slightly glanced towards the basketball court, but the result was nil, Rain was not there.

Strange, because as he remembered before the time repeated, when he expressed his feelings the young man was there.

No matter what, Chrysanthemum immediately stepped into the room of his homeroom math teacher. Slowly his steps came to a halt, hearing even stranger things.

"Good, you received a scholarship to study abroad. You're a smart and talented kid, baby don't have parents. You can stay at your son's house in Frankfurt (Germany) later." The math teacher smiled, proud of the only student who got away, and the only one who got away, when he was just a fad to include some of his students online scholarship entrance exam to one of the top universities in Germany.

Rain nodded, silent. Chrysanthemum who heard everything did not understand, put his forehead, as he remembered Rain refused a scholarship abroad, because of his aspirations to become a basketball player.

But this is what? Chrysanthemum sighed violently, knocking on the door. The young man's eyes turned, staring at the Chrysanthemum without blinking. Still silent with his cold face.

"Sorry sir, I have a need, I want to take my degree early" said Krisan, stepping in trying to smile.

"Before you take it first." the middle-aged man got up from his chair, opened a large wooden cabinet.

Guy sucks, I won't fall in love with you again.

"What look!?" snapped Fierce chrysanthemum.

"These are my eyes, not yours.It's up to me to see where.." A smile suddenly turned on Rain's lips. A cold face that still looks cynical.

Seriate