2 Flower Stalks
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The piercing cold AC made Insha wake up from her beautiful dream, a dream of living happily with Prass who some days adorn her dream.

His eyes blinked to remove the drowsiness that began to fade at the end of his eyes.His lips seemed to singleness smile to remember his dream that had just walked away,

hhmm.a beautiful dream..

He murmured in his heart.

But reality is what remains to be lived, the bitter life that he must feel every day. Every second, minute and hour he felt did not leave a sweet taste at all.

All bitter, sore like wounds that continue to be splashed with salt water will not heal and will never heal.

Perhaps it was fate that brought Insha to all of this life, a fate that her husband chose to torture her heart and life.

Insha could not do anything, running was useless because even his shadow could be captured by Hanafi easily.

Hanafi is also not that easy to let go of Insha just like that, because of his immense love for her.

But Insha is still an ordinary woman who has a heart that must be guarded, and owned by someone. Her body is still here with Hanafi, her status is still the woman Hanafi loves, but whose heart now belongs to whom. Insha no longer cares about Hanafi, her love seems to disappear as time goes by, making her household now feel empty.

Insha could not describe how she felt and lived every day, without any support and encouragement by her side.

Insha walks lazily to the bathroom, undergoes a routine of self-cleaning.

After he cleansed himself, he prostrated himself before the almighty trying to pray for a better life ahead of him.

Wishing God would change everything, or perhaps give him a more just life.

Insha tidied up her prayer equipment, she sat quietly in her bed.

It.tokk...

the sound of knocking on the door.

who's here at this early hour...

he murmured inwardly, but his lips kept telling the man to come in.

"Now.."

The door opened, and Risna was in the doorway, bowing slightly to him. In his hands was also invisible food tray or anything.

Why did Risna go to this early room...

as if knowing that Risna was hesitant to step on her feet, Insha let out a voice.

"Come in. what's up.."

Risna walked slowly still with a silent mouth. As she was at Insha's side, Insha patted the spot beside her hoping that Risna would soon sit there.

"Here mbak..sit down.what's up.tumben mbak here early in the morning..."

"Yes non.there's something I want to say.."

Risna looked confused there, even he did not look at Insha at all.

"Tell me what's wrong.."

Insha who was starting to be curious also clasped Risna's hand tightly.

"Anu non.that's me asked Hanafi to deliver the news to Miss Insha.."

it still sounded confused as to compose the words he was about to put out.

Insha is made more curious especially when Risna mbak never continue his sentence. Insha recalled the incident last night when Hanafi woke her up with a loud scream from the back house.

even I have forgotten the incident last night.karna my beautiful dream.actually what happened yes.I wonder.what is it so that Hanafi can be as sweet as that...

"What mbak..quickly say.."

Insha was already staring at Risna with a face full of hope.

"Anu non.."

Hand is of visible concern**************** bed linen in bed Insha.

"What the hell mbak..quickly say.jangan anu-anu trus..."

Insha was still with a curious face, but on her lips was a seductive smile on Risna's mother.

"The son of Hanafi was born mbak.he was a woman.."

Risna answered while closing her eyes timidly for the next reaction of Insha, because Risna knew that Insha did not like the presence of the baby at all.

Insha was silent not answering, her gaze which was originally staring at Risna's mother now turned and looked down at the floor with a blank look.

Why his attitude now disappeared, his heart ached again to hear the news. There was no sense of pleasure in him, there he even hated a tiny baby that he had not even seen at all. Now that a tear had fallen from the end of his eye, something he was worried about had now happened. That is the baby born from Salma, the baby who will later win more love, love and attention from Hanafi. Even Salma would probably be more revered than he was, more respected because he managed to give offspring to Hanafi.

Insha's daydream is revived by Risna's mother who wants to chant again.

"But non.."

not yet finished that sentence Insha has shown a signal to mbak Risna to be silent immediately. Insha doesn't want to hear anything anymore right now.

"Make to go.."

insha replied while pointing towards the door, without looking at Risna in the slightest.

Risna also came out of the room, he also shed tears to see the sadness on the face of Insha at that time, his heart was also slashed to imagine he was in the position of Insha now.

Insha sobbed in the room, looking at her wedding photo with Hanafi. A fairly simple photo taken at his home first when the marriage contract was over. The smile of happiness that emerged from the faces of both of them was truly a joyous smile that was not made up.

"Why does it all turn out like this mas.you paint love in my heart.but you also ruin it."

muttered Insha while sobbing softly.

Long enough Insha sat on the floor beside her bed, her sobbing has now subsided. The sun has also been seen shining on the earth with warmth.

There was a person who opened the door of the room, immediately Insha turned her head still with the same sitting position. Hanafi was seen coming into the room.

"Insha.why are you.."

I haven't finished the sentence yet but Insha has said.

"Welcome you've become a father now..."

Insha said but did not look at Hanafi there at all. He only seemed to see Hanafi when he entered earlier, he used his full suit, with his hair neatly combed.

"Congratulations, too, that you're a mother too.."

Hanafi replied quickly.

"I'm not the mother of that child..."

Insha answered indifferently.

"A child has only one mother.and she is Salma.the woman who has succeeded in conceiving your heir.of course you are very happy now right.this is the thing you dreamed of long ago.."

"Have Insha.we need to talk about it now..even under these circumstances.."

"I will always discuss it.the thing that became the deepest wound in my life.even to death I will not be able to forget it..."

"Quite Insha I beg you.now get ready.we will be leaving soon.."

"I wouldn't want to pick up the baby let alone be with you and the mother..."

"What do you mean.why don't you want to come to.."

"Go away and I don't want to hear anything from you anymore.Be happy with your wife and child.and I beg you to let me go. divorce me. Don't you torture me like this...and tell me where you hid Prass.you can't even answer anything about him.you must have threatened him..."

answer Insha with a higher tone.

"Insha I don't want to talk about it at all.ayo get ready.."

Hanafi seemed lazy to respond to Insha's words, he did not want to be ignited emotions.

"I told you already.I wouldn't pick up your bastard baby..."

Insha answered, raising her voice.

"Do you really not want to see the baby Insha..."

hanafi's gaze now turned sour on Insha.

Hearing Hanafi's words, Insha immediately looked at Hanafi questioningly.

"You mean..."

"Didn't Risna say anything to you..."

Hanafi looked at Insha in wonder, he waited and saw Insha who never answered, Hanafi also continued his sentence.

"Salma has gone Insha.she's gone for ever.."

Hanafi looked at Insha with affirmation.

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