An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>>>Certain From Home Alone
In addition to the emptiness that began to feel, now I am afraid of the coming of loss, as happened in the days yesterday.
The morning sun brings its own silence, in accompanying my days that have begun to be quiet.
The birds were still singing on the withered leaves due to falling, and now began to be replaced with fresh leaves. Like the story of my heart today, when the words of the Adit mas are insulting me, the feeling of threatened heart began to wither heartache again, but all felt lost fresh after a deep sleep took him.
The eyes now continue to sweep the view from the glass of the apartment, which is leading to the side of the road that still looks lonely. My mind started to get confused again, what I had to do to get my husband back and to believe all my words, but it felt like everything would be difficult because Salwa was now near him.
Ting ... tong, the bell of the apartment has been loudly rung.
Ceklek, I open the door immediately.
"Mas Adit?" My surprise.
"You?" he said he was even more surprised.
"Mas, it's healed, huh?"
"Not much to ask. Why are you here?" ask Mas Adit while stepping into the house.
"This is my house too, Mum!" my answer.
"This is my home, not yours" said Adit.
"I deserve to be here, because I am your wife" I said softly.
"You don't start making things up again" he said still in disbelief.
"Look around the walls of your house, all the walls are attached by our wedding photos, and all of you yourself are installing them," I pointed excitedly towards some photos.
"What did you say?" sahut Salwa who suddenly appeared behind the door.
"This must be just her wits, Adit. Surely all of this is an engineered and edited photo," Salwa walked up to the photo, which began brainwashing Adit mas again, perhaps in order to believe him.
"Certainly that?"
Buuk .. prang. Klutakk .. prang, Salwa took photos one by one and unexpectedly all dumped on the floor.
"STOP, Salwa! What have you done," my voice tried to stop him.
"Silent you."
Buuk .. prang, Salwa is still busy to keep breaking our wedding photos. I don't know how many frames were thrown out. Everything seems scattered. Small broken glass slammed into haphazard direction.
"Don't do that. Stop it, I beg you."
"Shut up! No need to get in the way of what Salwa did, "cried mas Adit snapped with anger.
"Saying Salwa, this must be all your engineering, because it wants to master my property" Adit said.
"No .. no, he's the one who lied. Stop him, Mas. Please, stop him."
Hands in the hands of the husband. The position was already tight so that he would listen to my words.
"Don't destroy everything, these are photos of our memories, I beg .. I beg you," Tears rang out. A plea that was at his feet, but he did not touch me.
Mas Adit even encouraged Salwa not to stop the action. The pain that sliced right on target hit the heart, as he so defended others from his own wife.
"Mas, stop. I beg!" pinta once again.
"Shut up! Come with me now, "strangled Adit madly, clutching my hand to follow his steps immediately.
It feels so strong, that inevitably follow his words because they have to resign to the pain that began to be terasam
Bhuuuugh, my body was slammed Mas Adit in any direction, so it was inevitable that I had fallen down.
"What did you do to me, Mom?" my crying broke when my husband was rude.
"Silent you. Don't talk and complain too much" he said in anger.
"This is a warning to you."
Descriptions of tears increasingly manganac river until it fell in ceramic tiles. His face had no mercy at all. All that is on him is displeasure and emotion. Anyone who looks at you will be scared.
"What does that mean, Mom?"
"Now you're nobody, and never come back to this house again. Get out of here right now!" the screams have kicked me out.
"What, Mas? Don't .. Don't do this! I am your wife, please forgive my mistake. Please don't tell me to get out of here" pleaded for him to change his mind.
"Not much drama. Your water won't change anything."
"You don't pa-pa don't recognize me as your wife, but please let me stay with you, I beg you." My love rested on him for the second time, so that he would open his heart to be merciful.
The hands do not forget to cupped. Completely lost my pride, but for the sake of maintaining the household I was willing to do so.
"Well, you're really a woman j*l*ng, who doesn't know yourself," her increasingly violent demeanor.
"Puck you out of here, don't ever see me again. I really don't want to see your face anymore, cam! " the voice of Adit came back angry.
"Don't .. don't, Mas."
"Quickly. Get the fuck out of here. Wouldn't look at your face with so much drama."
Braaak, the sound of the door has been slammed violently by Mas Adit.
My cry broke with a sobbing, accompanied by a chest-banging action, due to the tightness that is no longer strong for this insult and expulsion. The attitude is still bent on the floor like a person who is prostrating.