Widow Kepentok Duda

Ego

A woman was seen getting out of the car, walking towards the club where her car was parked. Women wearing span skirts and shirts combined with blazers were walking while focusing on the phone in hand.

“Night Bu Sandra,” greet the club security guard who was passing by and saw the woman.

The almost forty-year-old woman, named Sandra Kamalia, then stopped stepping and looked at the security guard who greeted.

“Night, Sir.” The woman replied in a friendly manner.

“You met Mr Malik?” ask the security guard who seemed to know the habit of the woman coming there.

“Iya, I made an appointment with him,” Sandra replied.

The guard nodded, then paid his respects to his post. Sandra herself again continued her steps while looking at the cellphone because she was replying to a message, even entering the club without paying attention to the road. Until suddenly his arm was grabbed by a club visitor, making a mobile phone that was held fell to the floor.

Sandra heard the voice of the man apologizing, but ignored it and chose to take her phone first.

“No problem.” Sandra again stepped in because she was in a hurry, ignoring the man who hit and was intending to take her flat object.

Sandra paused, then turned to look at the man who apologized, feeling disrespectful for leaving immediately. However, upon turning his head the man who hit him had already walked out of the club. Sandra raised both shoulders, then immediately entered the elevator.

**

After an argument with Farzan, he made the man leave. Grisel sat in the room with a glass filled with liquor in hand. The woman will eliminate the annoyance by drinking until satisfied. Grisel had already downed a few glasses of liquor, even now his face looked so red.

“Why? Why should he behave like that? What is my fault? What's wrong if I don't want to get pregnant? Is the child everything to him?” Grisel raved until then again downing the contents in the glass held.

“Child is always an excuse, but I know that he must still be thinking about that damn woman! Why did the woman come back? Why doesn't he just live and die in Paris!” Grisel blamed Farzan's former lover's return to Indonesia.

Grisel was more crazy when drunk, even now the glass held slammed to the floor until it broke scattered.

“Damn it!” Grisel was like a madman, ruffling his hair even stomping his feet repeatedly to the floor.

Grisel got up from his seat, walked straight to the bed. His feet hit the bed, making him fall into the bed just like that.

“Why? Why have you changed? Why can't you love and accept me for who I am? Why Farzan, why?”

Grisel continued to fumble, his eyelids starting to slowly close. The effects of alcohol began to control themselves, his body felt weak, although the emotions in the chest were still lacking to be evaporated. Grisel never realized the mistake, for him the ego was important and he wanted all to submit to him no exception.

**

Farzan returned to the apartment, reluctant to go home because he knew very well if there would only be a fight that occurred when he met his wife. The man took off his jacket and put it on the back of the sofa, before then throwing the body into the bed because it was tired that ruled the mind.

The man looked at the ceiling of the room, not knowing what else to do so that his wife could understand. Their home is not only a togetherness, but also understanding each other. During this time they just together without being able to build the meaning of the household itself, Farzan's own patience is not able to open the eyes of Grisel's heart if there is still more important than a career.

“Until when will we be like this? Don't make me take a hard decision, Gris.”

Farzan was a little drunk, then chose to close his eyes to rest his body. Some years his life is not calm because of quarrels, it seems his household with Grisel is not as normal as other couples' relationships.