2 Flower Stalks
Anger of Insha (part 3)

Both of his hands now felt limp dangling just like that on the sides of his body. His face now looked sad, full of confusion he was staring in place not moving at all, not saying anything just silent in silence.

"Why are you quiet...."

"Tell me.Why the child in the womb is your child..."

"Honest ..."

"Don't cover anything from me now..."

Hanafi did not answer he just looked at Insha, now tears began to wet his cheeks.

"What are you crying for, han..."

"You should be happy.you will soon have a child you are looking forward to.."

"As heir to your largest company.the famous company Wijaya group..."

"You're gonna be a father soon..."

"Isn't that your biggest dream..."

Insha said in a high and loud voice, looking straight at Hanafi who was right in front of him, his eyes looking red holding back the anger and crying that tried to flow back.

"Sorry.I'm sorry Insha..."

Hanafi said while holding back his sobbing.

"I'm sorry.you easily say sorry.after everything that happened.all the things that we have passed.all your love words are fake han.you have broken your promise...you said you wouldn't touch her.you said your marriage to her was a charade..."

"Dear me..."

Willing to give it up again but Insha immediately cut the sentence.

"Don't you ever make my father an excuse to cover up your lust.Daddy is just your tool that you make as an excuse to channel your passion to Salma.."

"Insha's Cukuup.."

Hanafi replied firmly still with tears flowing at the end of his eyes.

"I should be the one when Haann's fingernails..."

Hearing that Insha's voice rose.he turned around to yell at Hanafi.

"Had I covered all your skits.the play you loved me...love me..missed me.all of it was fake.I have even been fooled by your innocent look...you secretly love and have a relationship with my brother.Everything that happened before my father's death was your play..."

Insha's tears began to break, her hands and lips trembling violently and the crying and anger that came out simultaneously.

Why now Hanafi even as fast as lightning ran and hugged Insha tightly.

"Take me off..don't touch me..."

"Don't touch me with that body of yours anymore.."

his mounting anger made Insha have an energy to push Hanafi's body strongly.

Hanafi slammed onto the floor as well as Insha also fell and sat on the floor.

Hanafi was pushed near the door, while Insha fell near the bed.

Insha now seemed to be crawling backwards with her position, while occasionally wiping away the tears that were on her face violently.

Insha curled up near the window with the curtain perfectly closed.

Hanafi also did not stay silent, he immediately stood up and approached Insha again who was quite far from him.

"Stop haan.I said stop.."

Hanafi also stopped because of the clash of Insha and the increasingly strong crying there.

Already like a madman, Insha sometimes vented her anger with harsh words and also snapped her face that seemed to grunt like a fiery.

Sometimes his voice weakened, said softly as he sobbed and stared pushyly at Hanafi.

His appearance looks very chaotic, Hanafi even looks confused Want to do what now, just an apology that continues to say from his mouth.

Now Insha's voice sounded very soft as muttering but can still be heard clearly by Hanafi who was far enough away from Insha with a kneeling position.

"Tell me what a beautiful night you've been through with her..."

Insha wiped her tears as if she had no more energy, she moved her seat, now leaning against the wall by the window.

"I used to think you were the best man in the world.all this life you have.Your good qualities and attitude to me.I always say in my heart, marrying you is the most beautiful thing in my life, because all that you have given me..what fate brings me to a perfect man like you han..."

Insha looks a thin smile.

"I guess I was wrong....God has given me this painful destiny...Even the person who loved me so sincerely was gone.no one else really loved me like a father..."

"Dad..I miss you.I want to catch up with you.be your little daughter again.I don't want to be here dad.this life is so hard dad..."

there was a single tear flowing at the end of his eye.

Insha's gaze looked blankly forward, slightly raising her head against the wall.

"Insha, will you listen to me now.."

Hanafi said quietly there, not hearing any answer from Insha, he continued his sentence.

"I really love and love you Insha.no other woman I love besides you.My life even feels more colorful and beautiful because of you Insha.all my race to you is real not a charade...i'm..."

In a soft voice Insha cut off Hanafi's sentence.

"That's enough han.don't you ever say all that again.all of it will only make me sicker.you can't even feel how much pain I am now...I'm too stupid to believe all your sweet words..."

"Come out han.I don't want to see you here again.My eyes are getting sick when I look at you.My eyes are tired.My tears can't even come out anymore..so do my feelings for you..."

"Let me alone for some time.leave me alone..."

Insha slowly buried her face on her bent knees with both hands resting on them.

Hanafi could not say anything, his sobs getting louder, with very heavy steps he went out of the room walking on the piece of paper that became the source of his quarrel today, about to close the door, he looked back at Insha who was still curled up down there, his body again shaking sobbing again heard there.

From that night until a week passed Insha was not at all seen out of his room, mbak Risna and mbak Fatimah who always took turns to deliver food to his room.

Unlike usual, Insha never runs out with her food menu, she only eats a little to fill her stomach.

Insha's room looks very messy, Fatimah and Risna are not allowed to clean it.

No one dared to question what was happening. While Hanafi began that day sleeping in the other room, every night he peeked at the sleeping Insha, his tears always running down his cheeks while doing so.

Hanafi still had breakfast with his three aides, but he was more silent, a week had passed he also did not go to the office, Reno and Lina and Kriss always came every day carrying various company reports, he said, or files that must be signed directly by him.

Until one morning, Hanafi who brought a tray of breakfast to Insha, he knocked on the door as his aides did, Insha also allowed to enter.

In the view of Hanafi can be seen Insha who is still curled up in her blanket, Insha facing her back to Hanafi.

At the end of the blanket is seen the hair Insha disheveled, the room is dirty and messy, even the curtains on the window was never opened by Insha, only the sleeping lights that he always turned on, he said, the room looks dim.

His phone was also seen lying on the floor, along with a small bag he was carrying away a week ago when the heartbreaking incident occurred.

Seriate...