When My Wife Surrender
Pair of Ring Part 3
The tie he started wearing looked at his appearance in front of the mirror. Beautiful face with a shirt suit. Contact one of his coworkers who owned a jewelry store using a load speaker mode, while his activities prepare to go to work.
The voice of a woman was heard from across the street.
"I've already sent her pictures, make one that fits her character. One more thing, add decorations like Chrysanthemums in his ring." he said smiling to himself, imagining how happy Chrysanthemums will be when the wedding ring he ordered so.
Wedding ring? Of course, to replace a pair of cheap gold rings that they used to sell in order to add less savings to buy a house.
More expensive rings have been ordered, specifically to please the wife who accompanied him when difficult and happy. A girl once comforted him when he was kicked out of his own home, when people from a social foundation took him to an orphanage.
The smiling child thrusts a cheap chocolate at her, chirping incessantly with her chatty mouth.
Overtime and bonuses are still saved, quite a lot indeed. This is for the wife and prospective baby later, it does not feel disgusting to lick the boss or tired of replacing other employees working overtime, taking on difficult projects. Everything is paid now.
"A moment, a picture of your wife just came in." he said staring at the photo, in order to adjust the design later."Your Wife? Her appearance was like a maid, her clothes were like a mop washcloth." a joke from her co-worker, chuckling.
Rain sighed harshly wearing his watch, "Yes, like a mop lap, but she's still my wife..."
Because of this, he paid too much attention and pity to me. Not thinking about herself, I just want her to be happy, living life with me.
"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, joking.
"Gombal.. later in the afternoon I will go to your shop.." Rain's words suddenly stopped, his face deathly pale. 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.
Did he know I ordered a ring? But this was a surprise for him later.anxious Rain, until words that seemed indifferent sounded. Covering her true self.
"If you want to come in next time knock on the door first!?" said Rain looking cynical, walking past Chrysanthemum holding his phone as if not letting Chrysanthemum touch him in the slightest.
Do not get caught before the ring so. lest it be discovered before the ring so.. komat-kamit the words are in his heart, do not want Chrysanthemum to know early, while the ring has just been ordered.
The woman clenched her hands in silence.
***
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.
Rain doesn't remember his own birthday, quickly putting on his shoes and work clothes, after receiving a call from Dara, the director and son of the owner of the company where he works. About the client who suddenly complains. "I have to go to work .." he said at the time to Chrysanthemum. Not realizing that was his only chance to meet his wife. The moment of their farewell will come.
Chrysanthemum still just silently staring at the departure of her husband. Driving a second car that is not so expensive in the rain drizzle that hit, as if he did not heed it.
Until Dara's mansion is seen, slowly Rain walks in. Got the door closed.
Plaque...
One plate of whipped cream paper landed on his face, accompanied by a flying conveti spreading everywhere. Dara smiled, bringing her a birthday cake. With other employees who started singing happy birthday songs. A surprise party for him.
"Let's blow the candles!!" shouted one of the employees.
Fuh...
The candle was blown by Rain, his face was smiling, he began to notice the warm aroma of the smelling mocha dough. Chrysanthemums make birthday cakes for her, a woman who never forgets her birthday.
Plaque...
Louis the deputy director held the bottom of the cake, threw it right on the young man's face, littering a bit of his clothes and neck.
"Additional gifts for new marketing managers, as well as prospective fathers" he said laughing loudly.
Rain simply smiled, "I can borrow the bathroom. My shirt and face are dirty..."
"Just use the bathroom in my room..." Dara smiled, pointing towards the door of her room.
Along with the party that started, high-quality liquor was also there. Rain began to clean himself under the swift water shower, slightly removing the cake stains on his shirt.
Not aware of what's going on out there...
The cell phone he placed outside the bathroom rang with the name of the Chrysanthemum caller. The one who scooped it up? Of course Dara who began to exist in a drunken condition.
Liked Rain? Of course handsome, smart, have a good career. The perfect husband candidate, if only the young man did not have a wife, if only he had not married.
"Hello, Rain today." a woman's voice rang out from across the street.
Whether it was drunk, or it was the deepest desire of his heart, he wanted to have Rain, "You Chrysanthemum, his wife Rain? I'm Dara, Rain's wife-to-be," the lie.
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.
Chrysanthemum tears flowed uncontrollably, his voice sounded trembling, "Where is Rain? I want to talk to him?" tanyakanya.
"He was taking a shower, cleaning himself. You know, after our activities, we're mutually satisfying in bed, but if you don't believe..." Dara was silent for a moment, calling out Rain's name, knowing from the swift sound of the air shower the young man would not be able to pick up the call,"Rain!! Someone called..."
Rain's voice rang out, completely clear, "Please pick up, I'm taking a bath..."
"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." The lie from Dara's mouth.
Brakes...
The last sound that was heard, before the connection was cut off, was when Chrysanthemum threw its phone. Crying gave up on making Rain happy with her.
A wife who gives up on loving her husband...
A few minutes later, Rain stepped out of the bathroom. With half wet hair, as well as a shirt suit worn before.
His body was suddenly hugged from behind, the pungent smell of alcohol wafted."I love you, divorce!! Then marry me.." pinta Dara, feel comfortable the back of the man of her dreams.
"Buk Dara, you're drunk. Release huh? Look for a single man, I'm married and will soon have children." he said, releasing the hands of a beautiful woman who was coiled around his waist.
Then walked up to the table, staring at the call records of his pregnant wife in the 8th month. The number was immediately dialed back, hoping to get an answer soon. Unfortunately, the Chrysanthemum phone is suddenly inactive.
For some reason, there was a strange feeling in his heart, like a huge gaping hole, or being hit by a dagger. Is Chrysanthemum angry at him? That's the first thing that comes up.
"Rain he's an SMU graduate!! Ugly face!! Just a self-service cashier!! He has no advantage compared to me!!" he said he was trying to stop Rain.
"Overall, can make me love him. Excuse me.." said Rain smiling, leaving Dara's room.
The sound of music harboring the ongoing party was heard. Along with that young man who passed by. "Louis, I'm going home, right? My wife could not be contacted. She was pregnant alone at home. I'm anxious..."
"Wait a minute, you're the one with the birthday." he said.
"Already, let him go home. He and his wife both have no parents. What if it's really an emergency?" one of the employees patted Louis on the shoulder."Gentleman, go home!!" he continued laughing, pouring another drink for Louis.
"Thank you..." Rain smiled, stepping out quickly. The heavy rain seemed to be indifferent to it.
Anxious is how he feels right now like he's going to lose Chrysanthemum somehow. A gaping hole felt in his heart, maybe like an inner bond."Nothing will happen.nothing will happen.." he muttered, with a drop of tears streaming down his cheek.
Until he crossed the flower shop on the side of the road, bought a beautiful white bouquet, hoping to please his wife. Celebrate your birthday as usual. Rain's face suddenly smiled, perhaps the Chrysanthemum would not be angry anymore, staring at the white chrysanthemum flowers which meant loyalty and honesty.
Unaware of the other meaning of the white chrysanthemum flowers he bought. Grief, leading to the departure of his wife and prospective children.
The cheap car drove back, Rain sighed many times. The feeling only got worse, the tears flowed by themselves, it was difficult to control.
"Relax Rain..you're driving home for a little while and eating a mocha cake with her.." she murmured, glancing at the bouquet of white chrysanthemums beside her.
His inner chrysanthemum, like wanting to call his wife.
The sound of siren ambulance was heard, overtaking the car he was driving in the heavy rain. The house is near, his hand is holding the steering wheel tightly..."Nothing happened." he murmured.
But is that really so? The street a few hundred meters from his house became an ambulance destination. Rain fell silent slightly glancing at an accident that might have just happened. Given that there is still a lot of blood splattered there.
A helmet lay at the scene, with a pregnant woman nearby, one of the victims of the accident.
"It is impossible." he said when he realized the color of one of his wife's cheap negligent. His world seemed to collapse, Rain quickly parked his car of origin.
Running in the rain, carrying a bouquet of flowers in his hand. A cold body with eyes open, the medics began to move on the stretcher.
The bouquet of flowers he was holding fell on the asphalt. Affected by the rush of rain, as if a smiling white flower had finally received the exposure of the rain he missed.
Rain knelt down, looking into his wife's still-open eyes with a pale face. The soulless dragon, who had actually abandoned him.
"You know the victim? We'll bring the body. He was dead about a few dozen minutes before we arrived." said the medic.
A body? Died off? Chrysanthemum abandoning it? No Chrysanthemum is unlikely to leave him.
"Don't joke, please take her to the hospital!! Save life!! A. I will pay anything." the words of a husband who cannot accept the death of his wife. Clutching the body of his wife who is still on the stretcher is placed paved, fresh blood is still pouring mixed with rainwater. The eyes are still open, the chrysanthemum may just be working on it.
The medics shook their heads, "From the time of the accident until we arrived, the child in the womb may have died from the beginning as well..."
"Slices awake!! No kidding!! Wake up!! I love you. Please wake up, after this we eat cake together.." he asked, but the cold body remained motionless. His eyes were open, staring at him blankly. There were no Chrysanthemums there, his wife had actually left him.
"Help please." The medics began to separate Rain from his wife's body. Bring that lifeless body into the ambulance.
Her tears flowed, clenching her hands. Start taking the ambulance to take care of the Chrysanthemum funeral. His only family, the woman who accompanied his dark childhood, clasped his fingers through adolescence, until he ended up becoming the mother-to-be of his child.
Seriate
