Wound Spot

Miscomprehension

After accompanying Pasha to a plural lunch with dinner, it was said Pasha. Finally, Aira went home and brought the gift she had prepared for her husband.

A Pen/bolpoin.

He said, the ballpoint pen can be a witness of all the stories in life. A ballpoint pen can be a sign written on paper. Bolpoints can also write down many things about togetherness, dreams and the future that is being planned.

Aira hoped that the ballpoint pen she would give would be an object that could make her husband keep remembering it when used, wherever and whenever it was.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Aira was still sitting on top of the taxi that was going to take her home. Jammed of course. It had been almost an hour he was sitting on the four-wheeled vehicle, but the signs he would come out of the traffic jam had not been there. Jakarta and its bottleneck are two things that are inseparable.

Usually at this time, she had been at home and sitting casually with her husband. Just this time he was traveling alone and overnight like this. But fortunately, she had asked permission from her husband when he was going to the shopping center. So there's nothing to worry about.

The phone in her tote bag is in silent mode. Silence which in a sense is really dead. Lowbat.

"Now long, sir?" Ask the driver who was playing a podcast from Tsana that afternoon. Caelah, his father's a twilight boy for sure.

"If his car could ride on the eagle, Neng kayak on tipi-tipi ntu. Brother must have been that way, Neng. But the traffic jams, naudzubillah, Neng. It's bad!" Curse the driver who makes Aira a little entertained with a typical Betawi accent pack driver in the middle of traffic jam.

Thank God, after the curse of the driver, five minutes later they finally escaped from the traffic jam of Jakarta.

"Thank you, sir." Said Aira while giving a few pieces of red money to the driver.

As she was about to close the door, Aira was restrained by the driver, "There are still many returns, Neng!"

"The ridicule, Father."

Hearing Aira's reply, immediately made the driver smile widely and thanked Aira many times.

It is good to be rich because we can share with others and the less able. Privilage from her husband whom she is very grateful for.

The fence is open by the security guard. And the first thing Aira saw was some of the cars she recognized were the vehicles of her husband and in-laws who were rarely seen. Because of the busyness, making his in-laws rarely at home.

"Assalamualaik." Greetings when entering the house and whether there is a wind what the atmosphere feels very cold, and also, no one answered his greetings. Usually, in any activity or circumstance, her husband must have answered her greetings.

Everyone is gathered in the living room. He looked at her with cold eyes, emotions and still many cold gazes that he could not describe one by one of the three people he met in the living room.

What is?! Why does she feel bad.

"Where from?" Azka asked in a cold tone filled with emotion. Aira's forehead grew increasingly entwined to hear her husband's cold questions and the unfriendly behavior of her two parents-in-law. Yes, although, all this time his in-laws have never put a face to accept him. But this time it's different. Butwhat?? what is?!

"Wife, how come home late like this. Your husband is loh, has been waiting for you who have no news. It's also midnight."

At midnight?! It's only 9 o'clock, not midnight yet. And this time he came home this late.

"Well, shut up! Let Azka do the talking." Aira did not have time to answer, already cut by her in-laws. It was the word that his first-in-law had uttered in the midst of the cold atmosphere created.

"I bought something in the shopping mall, Mas. I'll be with you before I leave." The answer is not able to change the cold look of her husband.

The next second saw her husband's sturdy jaw harden, his eyes look red and his right hand which is outside the bag of clenched pants. While his left hand is still faithful in the bag of pants.

There was still silence in the living room that night. Her husband seemed to be holding back his emotions and exhaled a few rough breaths.

A second later, Azka took a few steps forward and was seen picking up a brown map located on the table.

It opened it in a hurry and threw its contents onto the table loudly.

The action that her husband did spontaneously made Aira scream in shock.

"That's what you call shopping?!" Point it at the row of photos he saw on the table scattered.

Aira did not answer, but she approached to clarify the picture on the table earlier.

And that picture is a portrait of her with Pasha, her husband's best friend. There are several photos with different anggles. But that was not the concern of Aira. Why do the photos he saw seem different from the angle of this photo?!

"What do you mean, Mom?" Ask to make sure which one feels bad.

"You turned out to be playing with my own best friend!" It made his face even more red.

"You mean, what, the hell, Mom? Honestly, I really don't understand."

"Ok, I'm straightening up with you again. YOU CHEATED BEHIND ME. SAME WITH MY OWN FRIEND."

What's?! Cheating from where? Just found it today. Ok, there seems to be a misunderstanding here.

Aira tried to come forward and hold her husband's hand. "Mending we talk well first, yuk. We're talking cold heads. It's all just a misunderstanding, Mom. I never cheated on you. Sit down, yuk!" She pulled her husband's hand so he could sit with her. But had not been able to reach the sofa, his hands had been knocked off and detached.

Her husband's abusive treatment for the first time made her aware, this misunderstanding seemed to be going on for a long time.

"From now on don't ever hold my hand!"

It was as if something was stabbing right in the mouth of her heart to hear her husband's words. Her eyes began to tear up like that in front of her two in-laws.

It hurts....

And finally, this was what Aira got. If only he had loved his heart, maybe he wouldn't have been this sick.

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