FOR HER SAKE
S2 - Apartments

Sometimes his heart was tired of the cold war he was waving. But his heart also could not accept the mistake of the husband just like that.

I want it to be like before. Long for the warm atmosphere in the house filled with laughter of the four of them.

It's not just the kids and Alvaro. Or just the kids and him.

Tiara wants everything back to how it was. They can laugh together with hearts that are equally in need. Being happy is not just a pretense.

But the thing is, it's hard for Tiara to forget everything that happened yesterday. Even if he can forgive. Maybe their relationship will not warm up like it used to. Or it's hard to get back to how it was.

For forever the shadow of Alvaro's guilt will be imprinted in his heart and mind.

All this time he looked tough just for the sake of the children. Laughing and returning cheerful inside the house just because it does not want the problem to affect the two heroes.

Enough of him to be hurt. Do not let his children feel sick to see his parents quarrel. Like her when she was a child.

"Why is this way?" The newly awakened Tiara from her daydreams protested because the road they were walking on was not the road to their home.

"We go to the apartment first. It's a long time, we're not both there."

"But I'm tired. I want to go home and rest!"

Alvaro sighed. "Mommy asked us to come home tonight. There is an event he said. The kids are there too. If you break in the apartment it'll be closer to mommy's house, right?"

"What means?"

Alvaro pressed his shoulder. "Auntie says mommy's friends want to gather at home. And we're told to come."

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Not knowing when to buy it, Alvaro took out the groceries from the back seat.

While her husband was busy unloading groceries, Tiara first passed to their unit.

His eyes brushed as soon as he opened the apartment door. The fragrance of the room welcomed his arrival. The same smell as before.

The atmosphere was still the same as when they left last time. Before long, before the children were born.

Tiara felt every object she used to arrange with her hands.

Wedding photo. Photos of the two of them together.

His heart grew increasingly rumbling as he remembered what they used to be like.

Chuckles in tears when remembering their relationship when it is still far from the word husband and wife. When they were still in a relationship like Tom and Jerry.

Tiara remembers very well on the living room carpet that she often studied with her husband. Or just chat and accompany Alvaro play games until late at night when they have not known the night world of a wedding.

His fingers went down the back of the sofa. A place where she often yells upset or even spoiled at her husband.

Tiara smothered her mouth when sobs would escape the lips she had bitten tightly.

Those times. The time when they had each other. A time when they both fought. Hold on to one and the other so as not to fall.

Where only herself is the place where the husband rests when tired. And vice versa. Only Alvaro where he complained all grievances.

This place it all started. Their dream to have a future, was in that house.

Their first home. The house that the husband provides for those who are only students and are forced to marry and live independently.

There are a lot of memories that they have in this apartment. That was the reason why Tiara did not want her husband to sell and replace her with a bigger one.

For him will not mean as big as any house without memories. And the memories in this apartment he will remember until old even want to pick up later. Because the memories of them were so precious to him.

This apartment is still maintained and always in clean condition. Because once every two or three days there will be a confidant of Alvaro who will clean the place.

Tiara switched towards their room. Makes her tears hard. In that bed they used to sleep together. From a great distance Alvaro slept on the right end and Tiara on the left end with pillows as their barrier. Until the closest distance and attached to each other do not want to be separated.

Tiara was sitting herself on the most comfortable bed they had at the time. Spilling her tears at the place where their love once was.

Crying why the warm and beautiful relationship they have in this place, can be as cold and as exciting as it is now?

Alvaro, who had just entered the apartment and placed his luggage in the kitchen, searched and found his wife in the room.

The man was shocked and immediately ran to hug his wife. "Hey. Wh why? what's that hurt? or is there someone yakitin you?" tanyanya's worried.

"You! you evil one who has turned our sweet memories into bad ones! you're the bad one, Al! you!"

Alvaro's heart felt in the crumb to hear the screams of the wife in the sedu sedu sedu.

"Why do you have! and why did you miss your promise not to make me cry because of the same rich mommy! crying for treason!"

After a long time the incident passed. This was the first time Tiara was hysterical and shed all her sorrow through heartbreaking cries and shouts.

He let his wife beat his chest in his arms. Let his wife scream to reduce the tightness and burden in his heart.

"Here's it, Al?" Tiara forcibly took off her husband's embrace and pointed at the bed with a sharp and hurt look. "This is where you made that promise! but why are you spared, HUH?! WHY?!"

Alvaro, who could not see his wife like that, hugged the hysterical woman again. Speak softly in the wife's ear.

"I promise to be happy with you again. I promise I won't hurt you again. I promise I'll carve every memory we pass through is always beautiful to remember. I promise yank."

"Please excuse me. Please don't be like this." asked Alvaro in a trembling voice. Tears are also powerless for the man to be resilient.

His heart ached to see his wife like this. Looking at his wife's hurt look. Seeing her girl crying with grief.

His heart was broken. "Gue emang brengseek! I have a woman worthy of my praise!" meaning in the heart.

The two shed tears. One of them spilled his guilt. And the one spills out all the pain that is besetting him. Killed him slowly.

The orange light that barged through the window slit bore silent witness to the grief that was going on in the room.

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