An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>> She Who Refuses Food
Although Adit now does not recognize me who is this? Being a wife should be kept awake. And now I've been preoccupied with preparing some food that my beloved husband likes, I don't know what else he will say later, the most important thing now is to take care of him first.
Salt water coming out of the corner of the eye managed to wet the container. All yesterday's insults were re-recorded in the mind. Weakened hands, as much as possible should be raised to remove them.
Ceklek, mas Adit hospital room door slowly want me to open.
"Well .. wow, Salwa. We haven't seen each other in a long time, you're so beautiful! It feels more dear to me to you," the voice of Mas Adit was chatting with Salwa.
I didn't go right up to them, and just listened to their chatter outside the door I had opened a little.
"Is that the birthday?" salwa answered.
"Truly dear," said Mas Adit with his message.
"Oh my God, why is this so. Do I have to swallow the bitterness again like before," Dada started to pierce the tightness once more. Their romanticism continues to sound painful.
"When will we resume our relationship again, which broke up yesterday?" Salwa said again.
"Just as soon as possible. I will always obey all your wishes, and my heart is still the same as it used to be, loving you" said the heart of Adit who made me feel sick.
The pain has rumbled on the chest, which is getting more and more peaked can not be restrained, so that the water is not unstoppable anymore to not drip.
Instantly the body feels weak and helpless, which has been accompanied by heating up the heart due to anger. And now I'm trying to neutralize the condition of the heart back, which had a great pounding was very painful, due to shock at the words of the Adit mas just now.
Now I'm gonna shed a tear as soon as possible, so they don't know. Footsteps have advanced to immediately approach them.
"Ekghem .. hmm," my friend.
The steps had approached the two of them, where I had been indifferent, and pretended not to listen to their conversation just now.
"This, Mas. I cook your favorite food," I said as my hands stretched out to give food, which was neatly arranged in a row.
Bhug ... krontang .. krontang, rice rantang has fallen firmly pushed by Salwa, so that rice and side dishes scattered in any direction on the floor.
"Salvas?" pekiku angry.
"Why? You don't like it, huh!" ketus said Salwa.
"Ciih, basic. If you don't like it, get out of here! We no longer want to see your face, let alone eat your homemade food" added angrily Salwa.
"Yes, I don't want to see your face either" snapped adit.
"Go from here! Never again have you come here, let alone to bring food," the shrill voice of Adit's mas expels the rough.
"Yes you! Already know Adit is a rich man, where he wants to eat your disgusting homemade food," said Salwa memghinaku.
"Astag." Chest kuelus slowly.
Perih, tightness, pain, my heart in this moment, my beloved husband has yelled and scolded me.
And what is my day now, I take one by one rice and side dishes that are not shaped anymore apparently. For the umpteenth time, again and again the droplets of dew did not hold back from making a river.
"Oh my God, do I have to be patient through all this. What other test is this? Though yesterday our happiness had just been knitted," my sobs were restrained.
"Why is Adit so cruel and heartbreaking to me now" Heart spoke with a heartbreaking cry.
I shut my mouth tightly, so that the sound of my crying could not be heard coming out by them.
And my hand is still busy with food, which has fallen to be put in the bushel, and the other hand is holding the stomach, because I don't know what to do to raise a child alone, without Adit being by my side.
"I'm sorry, Mom. For it is too slow to bring you food" My patience speaks with a smile.
"Yes, the spit goes there! Tomorrow do not bring food here again, let me take care of Adit," said Salwa who had fed Adit with his mess.
It turns out that Salwa is faster to bring provisions for her beloved husband.
Footsteps have been shuffled, when the power no longer resides in the body, unceasing tears continue to drip with sobbing. The attitude of the ignorant and arrogant mas Adit, makes the heartache more present, but for the sake of the child I have now, I must remain sincere to try to serve him like yesterday.