Wife Unvalued

CHAPTER 17 - Destroyed

"Sorry .. I may be evil, but you started this."

Such is the extraordinary sincere apology Lengkara uttered before seizing the private property of the husband. In his lifetime he never once had a plan as small as this, although the mind of Lengkara seemed to be torn so consciously being lied to, Lengkara remained angry also before putting drugs into his drink.

Lengkara's chest pounded unruly, worried if Bima heard Lengkara choose the bathroom. This was the only middle ground he could take. He was tired of begging, but everything still felt gray until Lengkara was sick of just asking.

I don't know what he will get later, Lengkara's heart is ready even if it will hurt. Since yesterday, the world of Lengkara was wrapped in black dew. It was all dark and his heart was pierced with pain without anyone knowing.

Pretending nothing is wrong is not easy, especially. If it is practical, it is easy. Performing is a talent Lengkara since childhood, of course he can compensate for what is now happening to him.

From the beginning the main purpose of Lengkara is the history of her husband's message, she did not think of anything else for now. Not so much contact he kept, there were only a few people Lengkara knew and the rest were a little foreign.

"Yudha?"

Lengkara's heart was stunned as he stared at the name clearly there. Tears that he had been holding since then eventually spilled over, only stopped in the name and Lengkara was already chaotic.

It became even more chaotic as he opened up the contents of his conversation. Goddess fortuna was siding tonight, Bima seemed to have forgotten to erase their message history in the past few days.

"Be careful, Bima ... don't be too rash, Lengkara won't be angry."

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That voice, Lengkara's eyes that had been wet since then were now perfectly rounded. Repeatedly Lengkara heard, he felt that he was dreaming until he grasped the flat object tightly.

Don't be asked how she feels, obviously the pain is immeasurable. Without having to look at his face, he was sure of who was the voice behind it. He was Yudha, the figure of the man she had expected to be a husband for a long time.

Lengkara's effort to bite his lips, his fear if Yudha disappeared is now denied. Instantly he fell limp, sitting on the floor while holding a barren arrow that drew his heart.

"You're alive, Badjok?"

If not worried about getting caught, maybe Lengkara will roar at this time. Last afternoon he guessed, if it was true that the man by his side was not Yudha, then the greatest possibility he would have to face was to lose for good.

He was already crying, hearing the next voice message Lengkara went back to craze. It could be that Yudha was more concerned and worried that Bima was sleeping outside than her heart, immediately Lengkara felt worthless and was considered as stupid as that.

Satisfied Lengkara scrolls the conversation on Bima's phone, although enough that Bima has removed does not mean Lengkara can not know it. Yudha herself who gave a lot of knowledge when they were dating, obviously all that she used.

Crying in silence was the most painful thing for him, Lengkara felt the tightness of a lot as he read Yudha's message since the last three months. The message that always tries to make sure he is okay, where the heart of Yudha who used to always say I will take care of you until later, Lengkara.

Finished with a short message that ended up making her heart swollen, Lengkara turned to the photo gallery of the husband. Just like before, there were only a few photos. Either because it is not the only communication tool, or indeed Bima who does not care so much about memories.

There are no more than five photos stored there, two photos of Lengkara, one mother while the other two are photos of Bima with Yudha in two different places.

In addition to the photos, Lengkara also found a short video that showed him lying in the hospital. At first he suspected the usual video, but Lengkara hope was dashed in the second minute. The five-minute video shows a man named Bimantara Aksa emphatically passing a qabul sigh in one breath.

Obviously, the one who had been by his side was indeed not Yudha whom he had longed for for months did not open his eyes. Lengkara's heart not only hurts, but shapelessly disintegrates.

"Your work, Mas" lirih Lengkara with tears that still continue to wet while looking at Yudha's warm smile, a smile that she had never seen on her husband's face since she first saw him.

She misses him, misses his voice and also his warm smile. Lengkara almost lost his mind, he was almost about to call Yudha's phone number this very second. However, if he did that then the steps he took would be free.

Enough was enough for tonight, she wanted to end her crying first before coming out. Worry is getting more and more prevalent and it is found out by her husband. Husband, and he's not Yudha. Facts hurt, but now it is so real.

The woman came out with her face puffy, Lengkara's head hurt because several times he bent into the wall unconsciously. Still with his slow steps, Lengkara looked at the man who was now so sound due to the actions of Lengkara, at this moment he understood the reason why the husband always came home at night.

"Jakarta - Semarang, who is trying to make you happy, Bimantara Aksa," Inner Lengkara sighed softly while staring at the tired face of Bima.

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- To Be Continued