Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

Pain, anyway! But yes how ....

That afternoon Anin was forced to take a taxi, because her husband could not pick her up. There is still a lot of work that cannot be left behind, he said.

And when Anin woke up from her sleepiness, at eleven o'clock in the night Bima had not yet reached home.

Though deliberately Anin cooks himself and evacuate mbok Jum for a while in the old house of Bima. Hope there's gonna be a romantic evening at that dinner. But until the vegetables are cold and the candle that Anin lights up, Bima does not go home. Tired of waiting to not realize when Anin fell asleep in his sitting position.

The apartment door opened when Anin was just about to step foot into the bedroom.

"Sorry, late. There's an impromptu meeting with the owner." Bright Bima when he found his wife was standing between the sofa guests welcomed him.

Bima kissed his wife's forehead for a while then stepped first leaving Anin who was still sculpting. Until finally Anin woke up and followed her husband. The smell of concentrated tobacco and – May – alcohol.

Anin was about to help take off her husband's shirt but was rejected outright by Bima.

"I can do it myself" he said coldly. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I'm waiting for you to come home, today I'm cooking." There was a bitter tone in Anin's speech.

"Oh. Sorry are! I ate there, at the office. Next time don't bother cooking and wait for me this late."

Suddenly Anin felt a great pain. Pain in his chest, his heart ache like being stabbed by a scalpel hearing those words just slide from the mouth of his loved ones. Sorry are! And just the words Sorry!! That simple.

"Okey, I will use all my memory to remember your message," Anin replied in a sarcastic tone and forced obstinacy of course.

"Good!" Bima stepped towards the next room.

Anin also chose to –force herself-to-sleep. May this night pass soon.

Bima looked again at his wife, and then he was sure that his wife had fallen asleep and made sure his wife used a blanket.

“Please don't hate me,” Bima stroked his cheek and kissed his wife's forehead.

Even in her –-fake-sleep Anin can feel the caress of her husband..

I'll work on it, Mas. All I can do is hold on and please don't ignore me like this.

A few hours earlier….

That afternoon Bima was out of her study. Because there is no more activity after five in the afternoon. No meetings, no appointments whatsoever with the Owner.

But he did not rush home or fulfill his wife's request to take her home. Bima did not come to face to face with his wife and was afraid to abuse her, both speech and deed, like this morning. He hugged and apologized for his mistake right then and there. But ego defeats everything. And it turns out that his love is not strong enough against his selfishness.

And this is where now, Bima spends some of her time in one of the night entertainment venues in the Central Jakarta area. After feeling bored, then he moved to a hotel room that was also not far from his place, with the woman he deliberately rented of course.

Not without reason, Bima paid a woman, solely to ensure the reaction of her little boss. But whatever the woman teases her, as pretty as any woman she hires, she can't make her little boss react. It seems he fell asleep very well. And not once twice Bima did this, but several times and everything ended the same. The paid woman is only used as emotional outlet by babysitting these women.

***

Next day.

Anin took the time to contact the secretary at her husband's office, to ask about the meeting until late at night.

"Oh, I see, so there is no meeting schedule. Okay, thank you. Oh yes, if tomorrow-tomorrow you have a schedule until late, please report to the house also yes Ma'am, yes…."

"Oh, no. Nothing, it's just, I'm worried, because you're a little forgetful. Okay, thanks Ma'am Graceful. Good morning." Good morning." Anin ended the conversation.

And Anin believes her husband is seeing the woman again.

***

In the afternoon, Bima got home earlier than Anin, and she found out from her secretary about Anin calling the office and asking her whereabouts.

Bima was so angry at Anin. He was humiliated by his wife. And for the first time in his household there was a great quarrel. Although not up to physical violence, but it made Anin hysterical when his phone was thrown against the wall and hit the plasma tivi hanging there. The phone becomes several pieces and its tivi cracks but still firmly perched on the link.

"Mas! I was just worried, there was no intention of stalking you," Anin said half in fear.

"You think it's appropriate to suspect your own husband, Hah!!!" bentak Bima's.

"I, I just want to make sure, that I'm not being lied to" Anin said in her sobs. "And now I know the answer."

Bima snatched the phone in Anin's grasp and lifted it into the air. "...you think I don't know what you're doing with this thing!" Shouting Bima emotions. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing!" he added.

"What do you mean!" Anin did not understand the direction of her husband's conversation.

Anin's reflex function works as fast as Bima's moving hand grabs something on the table. Anin closed her eyes and protected her head.

Bruha!!!!

“Stop!” Anin's shout came out almost simultaneously with the sound of the object clashing. The loud voice was only able to hear, but Anin could not see.

Silent.

A few seconds later there were rough footsteps and the sound of the door slamming.

First Anin thought it was the ashtray her husband threw. But it turns out the phone is colliding with plasma tivi.

Anin began picking up her cell phone pieces with tears that dropped without being asked.

***

At half-six in the morning Anin woke up somehow how many grains of sleeping pills she drank until finally she was able to close her eyes. And until morning, her husband did not return.

“Where is he going? Should I call his office–again?” Anin shuddered in horror at the events yesterday, she hurriedly threw away the idea of calling her husband's office let alone coming to his office. Just find her dead she thought!

With his forced again, today Anin departs by taxi. Apparently Bima left in her red car and left the sedan key lying on her desk and the CRV key that was out of nowhere.

“Maybe mas Bim need time to calm down,” Thought Anin. “And I also have to find a new phone immediately.”

"Damn!! the patient counseling schedule is on HP's." Anin snorted in annoyance.

Anin was surprised not to play when going to work to find her husband lying motionless –entah sleeping either dead-on the sofa. Not lost to his surprise, when Anin was made to near death standing up, found a beautiful, neat woman with her blonde hair standing inside her kitchen. Anin assessed the woman from top to bottom before her eyes met the woman.

"Oh, Hi.." said the woman casually.

The hostess frowned in wonder in her position. Anin remembered who the woman was, maybe she was one of the invited guests at her wedding first. And his memory did not manage to get any answers.

Long enough the woman waited for the hostess to answer her greeting. Then the woman decided to introduce herself.

Don't get me wrong.

"I'm sorry before, if I'm presumptuous. I am Laura. and I am here escorted by security, to deliver this Mas –which he also said- Husband Ma'am. He seemed to be so drunk that he got hit by my car." Unmistakably. "And I was told to wait here by grandma who ta-! where'd he go?" Laura asked confusedly.

"Grandmother? Hit by a car?!!" Anin repeated the sentence she had just heard, as if something was wrong in that sentence.

"Yes, Granny–grandmother here, earlier. And Mr. Bima got hit - crashed himself - more precisely on my car in the basement lobby. Luckily the security guard knew him. I was worried about anything happening, and I also did not want to be accused of running away. And from that, I came here. Meet you, so." Laura finished her sentence without a hitch.

Maybe what he meant was jum. Then where is that one grandmother, time just left the guests. "Oh...That's so..." Anin scratched the temples of his head that did not itch. Almost, misunderstanding a woman as well as her. Just make it ashamed!

"Dan\, if possible _____" Laura glanced at her watch. "Because I'm a little rushed." The woman took out some kind of card and gave it to Anin. "This is my office address\, I also live in this apartment. The Mahoni Tower. So if Mbak needs anything\, can contact me\, as a form of my responsibility." Clearly explained.

Anin received the card. Owh, lawyer. pants smooth talking. "Oh yeah, it's okay, please. You must be in a hurry. Sorry also for my husband's carelessness."

And just a warm smile back by Laura.

Anin also took her guests to the door of her house.The two also shook hands before separating.

When Anin returned, her husband was rummaging indistinctly. Then fall asleep again. In vain also Anin tried to wake her husband.

Body as big as a kingkong, sleep already like a corpse. How much did you drink, Mom?!

Anin took off her husband's shirt, intending to clean his body and then swapped his shirt for the one she took from her closet.

Just getting to the third button, Anin suddenly stops her activities when she finds her husband's body full of red tattoos with a very familiar motif.

Anin violently threw the T-shirt she was carrying onto her husband's body. Fuck you, man! why not just die!

Anin leaves her husband after taking the key to the sedan on the table.

Along the way, his tears did not stop. Anin was astonished, why did not end her tears. And how to deal with his patients–patients? With a puffy face and puffy eyes??

His eyes became blurred when Anin decided to pull over. Her tears blocked her view.

"Please help me God.Please tell me this is just a dream." He said by hitting the steering wheel of a car that does not know anything. Her crying broke instantly.

After feeling a little calm. Anin restates his car.

And continue his journey.

"I need something refreshing" he murmured to himself.

And this is one of the difficulties felt by a doctor. When in any problem, no matter how heavy, in front of the patient we must be someone who can provide solutions for his patients. Giving an antidote to the pain of his patients. And put on the sweetest smile and a friendly attitude. And of course you have to focus and concentrate fully. It's not funny to write the recipe wrong.

Because –partially the patient does not want to know –no matter– what distress is being experienced by his doctor.

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