Women At the End of the Dusk

Synthetics

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The sound produced by the friction of the luggage wheel entered the sense of hearing from the middle-aged woman in the living room. Actually, the sound of the car he had heard, but he ignored because he knew who was coming.

The woman remained focused on the flat object she was holding. I don't know what he did, so occasionally smile and laugh with a finger that continues to press the flat object screen.

The woman did not even answer the greetings from her husband who had just arrived from out of town. It makes the man's emotions immediately perch in his heart and take the phone.

"What the fuck are you, Mom! Give me back my phone!" jerit Lana trying to reach her phone.

"You're the shit! Husband came home from out of town instead of being welcomed even fun playing mobile phone! You still have no brain, anyway!" bent Rusdi—Dad Azalia.

"Not much style, though. Balikin quick hp me or–"

"Or what? You want to threaten me? I'm not afraid because I can throw you in the street at any time. Remember that!" Rusdi was dizzy thinking about work coupled with the behavior of the wife is endless. "Make me a coffee if you want this one back!" his orders hurled his body onto the sofa.

Lana inevitably had to carry out the order while clucking in her heart. 'Damn it! If only I could find those important letters. I made sure you were going bankrupt!" his hissing in heart.

When the coffee is served and drunk by Rusdi, suddenly he spouts the drink. "You can tell the difference between sugar and salt, no?!" the hardic. "Where is Bi Eti?" still with mounting emotions.

"Yes, you can, Mom. Bi Eti I fired. Why pay a maid if your child can be used. After all, you also hate that child so much, right," Lana replied with a careless face.

"Who are you in this house? You can't just make a decision without my permission! Even though you are my wife. But, you are not the mistress in the house. For me you are still a comfort woman who is only good at bed. This is your phone!" Rusdi threw the phone at Lana and immediately stepped towards their room on the first floor.

Household noses lived by Rusdi are not like households in general. As long as his wife—Mama Azalia— is known to have had an affair when Azalia was two years old, making him an arrogant and rude man. Not infrequently Azalia was the target of his rampage.

Lana was glued to her place while looking at her husband's back. 'I was once a comfort woman. But, those of you who never know the reason can only be insulting and demeaning, his mind is sad to remember the story of his life. 'You will regret having reminded me of my past today, ' he added, wiping away her tears that had dripped without being asked.

***

The depth of the night fades as the sun begins to appear among the white blobs in the sky.

The sound of clinking is turned into a breaker of silence in the dining room. It looks like the three different people of that generation are enjoying breakfast.

Until a sound makes their activity stop of a kind. "Alham, today you join Papa to the office to slowly adapt to the company. You are Papa's successor, Ham," said the father.

Alham who heard him stared fixedly at the fifty-year-old man. "Pa, until when will Papa keep forcing me? I have no interest in being a company leader. Better Papa just give it to Brother Andre. Papa, the owner and the leader. So, I think Papa can do it" said Alham with a feeling of annoyance.

Andre is a cousin of papa and husband of his ex-lover a year ago. He still has not accepted the situation until now. Therefore, he refused to be CEO in his father's company.

Physical wounds may heal soon, but they can also scar. Meanwhile, the wound will be difficult to heal if the owner of the wound let and even make it more gaping.

Brak!

The papa hit the table until it made a very loud sound, the middle-aged woman beside him was shocked by it.

"Why are you a dissident like this, Ham?! Papa is no longer young. When are you going to be like this, huh?" snapped the Papa.

"Why do you want to know why I'm like this?" tanya Alham was calm. "Because Papa supports Om Faisal match Kak Andre with Sintia. Meanwhile, Papa knows me and him have been dating for a long time and are planning to propose to him. But Papa is like me," he explained to make Mr. Bayu silent.

With bitter feelings the man who was about to enter the age of thirty left the dining room with a feeling that was very difficult to explain.

Forgetting first love is not as easy as turning your palm. Alham has long wanted to forget the former lover who is now undergoing a household bath with his cousin. However, his heart still shackled the name of a woman who had been with him since college.

"Pa, why don't you just say Alham what Sintia and Andre have done? He's entitled to know not to misunderstand Papa's decision in favor of their marriage." The wife who had been silent since saw the debate of her husband and child was trying to advise.

"But I don't want him getting hurt, Ma. Enough he was hurt by Sintia's marriage, I don't want him to be hurt again for the reasons we've been covering up" said Mr. Bayu with feelings of guilt that actually increasingly mounting.

"Yes" said Mr. Bayu.

***

The sun was rising and the streets were starting to appear congested, but a car did not care about it. Four-wheeled vehicles driven by Alham always overtake other vehicles, no matter the swearing of other riders.

His heart was really messed up and at this time his goal was only one, namely the apartment that he planned to occupy as well as the ex-lover.

Half an hour passed, and Alham finally arrived at his destination. His steps entered the building.

After entering the code, the white man frowned when he smelled the aroma of the dish he had so memorized. 'What is Sintia here?' inner wondering.

His steps led him into the kitchen. For a moment he was stunned to see who was busy fiddling with food in the pan. Then, start lifting the food.

"Tia?" call doubtful.

The woman turned and was surprised. His eyes heated up and suddenly the clear lake spilled unstoppable. The long-haired woman ran to hug the man who was currently still occupying her heart.

Alham did not return the hug, wanting to let go of the hand that was wrapped around his waist. However, the feeling of longing he could not argue. Let her smooth hand embrace him.

The sobs coming out of Sintia's mouth made Alham a dilemma. Not wanting to dissolve in the feeling that is increasingly bloated, Alham let go of the woman's hand.

"Did you come here often?"

It was the only thing that came out of his mouth after a moment of silence. Because he never again came to the apartment and suddenly when he came directly to find the wife of his cousin's sister was in that place.

Sintia nodded. "Yes. I'm still expecting you, Al. I'm not happy with my marriage" Sintia said.

"Don't be crazy! I won't go back to you. About you being happy I don't care." Lying if Alham is not sad to find the woman who is still enthroned in his heart hurt. However, he tried indifferently so as not to feel the pain of the wound too much.

"Did you love me no more? Isn't there a little love in your heart, Al?" sintia asked with tears.

"none. My love vanished along with the legitimate word that sounded out loud during your marriage contract. My love was carried away shattered along with hope that instantly collapsed unceremoniously. Please continue your activities, I'm leaving."

Sintia could not believe it, so quickly did Alham let go? He screamed for Alham's name, but the man continued to walk until he was lost at the door of the apartment.

Regretted? For sure. Sintia will try to get Alham back. It doesn't matter if you have to sacrifice your marriage.

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