I LOVE YOU, ABOUT ODY
Room 45A's

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Om Ody sighed heavily along with my foot that hit the brakes. We have arrived at the address the girang gave us. I know, Ody must be trying hard to gather his strength to see the reality that may be bitter.

"Am sure you're going down?" my many.

"We've arrived here, baby. Om does not want to go home without bringing aunty with us." he said with a bitter smile, very bitter even.

I'm speechless. It is in my heart that I commend his patience and the magnitude of his love for Valencia aunt. I'm busy guessing what the hell Ody's lack of om is in front of the eyes of Valencia aunt.

Was it just because of his failure to give offspring? Isn't that also out of Ody's will?? As far as I know, no normal human being would decide to get married without wanting to have children. So does Ody,,,, too,,,

"Come, baby get down. We go in." invite him make me stutter because it turns out om Ody already got out of the car.

I nodded quickly. Remove the seatbelt, making sure it has pulled the hand break, shut off the machine and go down. I prepared my body and my heart to be the support and strength for Ody.

I took a deep breath before I really followed the steps of Ody who had first headed to the reception desk.

"Good day, how can I help you?" the receptionist greeted politely and with a smile.

"Good afternoon. I want to know if there are any guests staying here named Valencia?" ask Ody no less polite.

"So sir, I'll check first."

Om Ody nodded giving the woman a neat nod and dressed the batik to do her job. As for me, I spread my gaze to all the corners I could reach with my eyes.

All I see is most of the general view of a hotel. Guests check in and check out. There are those who wait in the lobby as well before those who visit meet them.

"Thank you for waiting for Dad. Right, we have a guest named Valencia who checked in last night. Do you want me to call and tell someone to look for him?" ask the receptionist who certainly has the task of maintaining the comfort of guests who stay.

"Just tell me what the number of the room is. My husband. I don't need to ask my wife's permission to see her, do I?" om Ody used his status to make the receptionist unable to refuse his will.

"Room 45A 2nd floor. You can take the elevator on the right and then turn left." the woman remained professional and pointed out the direction where there was an electric box that would take us to the room rented.

"Thank you."

Om Ody doesn't waste any more time. He quickly headed to the elevator with his broad steps. Makes me have to half run after him. We both stayed in the elevator. Busy preparing yourself and each other's feelings.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Ody followed the instructions given by the receptionist. We both arrived at the door with the words 45A.

Om Ody's hand was moved to knock on the wooden door but was undone when his eyes caught a small black gap that I knew there was a kind of screen for the occupants of the room to see who the guest was.

"Why om?" ask me this inexperienced.

"Hello," without answering me, Ody called a man whose clothes I could tell he was working in this hotel. Maybe bell boy.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked politely after approaching us.

"I'd like to surprise my wife who's staying here. Can you help me pretend to provide room service?"

"Good father."

"Room Service." Without much protest or question, the bell boy acted as if he was doing his job.He knocked on the door and waited for the door to be opened. While om Ody pulled me away from that door so that the residents could not see our whereabouts.

"Good afternoon mother." said the bell boy was greeted with a voice belonging to aunty Valencia.

Without waiting any longer, Ody immediately shifted the place and stood beside the bell boy.

"Thank you" he said, holding out a piece of money.

"Ody???!!!!"

"Tone???!!!"

Aunty Valencia who stood just wearing a hotel kimono with her head wrapped in a towel glared and was very surprised by our presence.

"Let's go home, baby. We're worried." om Ody's still being reasonable.

"Who's aunt?"

But when someone's voice from inside the room was heard, don't ask what the three of us were reacting to. Especially when the figure of the owner of the voice appeared only with the body wrapped in a towel on the bottom only.

With her body and hair still wet, she pecked.

I thought Ody was the most fragile and hurt person when he got to this room. Actually no. Me,,,!!! I'm the most fragile,, sick,, disappointed, surprised,,,

"Dear tone!!! Wait,,,!!!"

I ignored the Valencia aunt's call. I just followed my instincts to run away quickly and leave that cursed place. Not yet dry my heart wound, still gaping and now doused in salt water.

Oh my god, that's it!!!

"Valencia!!! Now Home!!!!"

Before I got into the elevator, I had heard a snapshot of Ody. During their time with them, this was the first time I heard Ody mention the name of aunty Valencia not with affectionate calls anymore.

I don't care,,,, I,,,

My heart has hurt too much to know all these bad things. This is all beyond my reasoning. How come??? Why that loaf? How long has it been?? Since when???

Aunty Valencia and Anton, God!!!

I can still take it when my aunt Nancy, who doesn't know me, does this kind of thing. But this time, I can't accept it even if it's explained with a thousand words.

Aunty, Auntie knows she's my fiancee. Why would aunty want to be with him? Why is aunt doing all this? Sadarkah aunty's actions will not only hurt me but also om Ody,,,??

What's my fault with aunt to aunt until the heart does it?? Is it true that the punishment for the failure of Ody to perform his role in your household can be bestowed on me like this?? Or maybe because I've been hitching a ride on auntie all this time until auntie thinks all this is even?? Is this the price I have to pay for all my good aunt?????

"Dear."

The hand that was on my shoulder and twisted my body I let it hold me tight. I shed all my tears in the chest of that field. Without shame I cried and cried.

"Om Ody apologizes for failing to be your husband. Om has failed to guide him until he does not know the limits anymore. I'm sorry, dear."

Not om,, not om who should apologize, om no wrong what,, please do not make me sadder by pretending to look hard at this truth,,,,, please, do not make me sad by pretending to witness this truth,,, we're just as hurt, um, don't comfort me,,,

I reply to Ody's close embrace by still sobbing sobs. My breathing was heavy and my vision was blurred. All I felt was a burly hand that kept my body from crashing into the earth.

Enough of my heart,,,,,, is,,,,

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