Love In Sketches
I Don't Want to See You

"Rubby why are you crying?" Mama Dewi looked worried, she pulled Rubby into her arms.

"Rubby doesn't want to see her." Rubby with a vibrating voice.

"Dew, looks like Rubby doesn't want to meet Arya first." Mother Maya said half a whisper. Mama Dewi looked at him questioningly. Mother Maya and Intan just shook their heads together in response.

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Arya is pensive in her car, after Rubby's refusal she decides to leave. He better not see his wife first, even though he misses Rubby so much.

"I'm a bad man, I'm an evil husband." Mumbled. Arya closed her eyes. Seeing Rubby crying like that, his heart hurt too.

"Stupid, you're Arya!" His meaning while banging his forehead on the steering wheel of the car. Regretting what happened to Rubby in fact is derived from his own mistakes. Had he cut off his relationship with Mega in Paris, telling Bara the truth that Rubby was his wife, it probably wouldn't have been like this. Yeah, it was his fault.

Arya leaned her back on the car seat, her eyes flushed red with tears slowly streaming down her face. Her chest feels tight. Maybe after this Rubby will hate him and not want to see him again.

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Next day.

Mama Dewi breathed a heavy sigh seeing the behavior of her eldest son. When Rubby was unconscious, Arya was so sad. And now that Rubby's awake, his son is getting sadder.

"Aryans! Aryan!" Call Mama Dewi half yelling because the son is just daydreaming while stirring breakfast on his plate.

"What's up, Ma?" Just asked.

"The breakfast was eaten, Mama was tired of making it. Don't just stir, it'll be redundant." The Mama Dewi.

"Arya doesn't taste, Ma." Arya replied softly, her face sad.

"Arya, Mama knows your mind is messed up thinking about your wife. But you have to keep eating. During Rubby's time in the hospital, you didn't eat right, didn't get enough sleep. Later if you get sick, who will make a living for your wife?" Mama Dewi.

Yesterday Mother Maya had told about Rubby who did not want to meet with Arya, even Rubby to cry hysterically. Mama Dewi felt sorry for Arya, but she also did not know what to do.

While if you meet other families, Rubby's attitude is fine. Last night when Andika came to visit him, Rubby looked ordinary and had a short conversation with Andika.

"Yes, Ma." As usual, if his mother had spoken Arya just resigned and obey. He lazily stuffed the fried rice into his mouth.

"Hospital costs are expensive, Arya. If you get sick, pay what the bill will be." Add Mama Dewi.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" The fried rice that just passed through Arya's esophagus seemed to get stuck. He quickly gulped down the contents of the glass beside him.

"Mama!" Arya growled, her mother thought more about the cost of the hospital turned out.

"Why? Mama's right, isn't she?" Mama Dewi put on her innocent look.

"This mama... Can't you understand my feelings?" Arya grumbled, she leaned her back on the back of the chair and massaged her forehead.

"Mama's just kidding, so you don't keep getting so moody." Mama Dewi Sahut.

"Oh yeah, has there been any word from the police about Bara?" Further.

"Yet, Ma. The police are still looking for him." Arya replied while breathing out into the air.

"Alright, Ma. Arya's leaving first." The man wiped his mouth with a tissue and got up from his seat.

"But your breakfast is not over yet Arya."

"Assalamuala'ikum." Arya kissed the back of her mother's hand and passed from the dining table. Mama Dewi again sighed heavily.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Poor son..."

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Arya slowly opens the door to Rubby's room. Rubby was sleeping alone. Before leaving for his coffee shop, Arya decided to meet his wife first in the hospital. How Rubby reacts, that's a business of late. What matters is that he can see Rubby.

Arya sat next to his wife. Looking at him with a longing look. His fingers touched Rubby's face with a touch as light as a feather. The cuts and bruises on Rubby's face have faded.

"Sorry..." Lirih Arya, he blinked his eyes. The guilt continues to haunt him.

Rubby's eyelids slowly opened, probably from feeling a touch on his face. He saw someone sitting beside him by covering half his face with his palm. Rubby made his vision clear. It was Arya who was wiping away her tears.

"Mas Firaz...? Is Firaz crying? No, Mas. Don't cry for me. I don't deserve to cry..." Rubby in my heart.

The girl immediately got up and sat in the middle of the bed.

"Rubby, are you awake?" Arya was surprised to see his wife who suddenly sat down. The views of the two meet.

"Why are you here?" Rubby's question sounded so cold, the look in his eyes immediately changed.

"Rubby, i..."

"Don't I tell you yesterday that I don't want to see you?" Rubby interrupts first.

"Rubby, I just want to see how you're doing." Answer Arya sissily.

"When did you ever care about me?" Rubby's still putting on his cold face.

"Don't say that, Rubby. I know I was wrong..." Arya's hand was raised to touch his wife. But Rubby immediately brushed it off.

"Bad brass! You never cared about me. Even when someone hurt me, it was too late." Rubby cried with a trembling voice.

"Yes, I was wrong. It's all my fault. I'm sorry. Do whatever it takes to punish me, Rubby..." Lirih Arya, looking at Rubby with eyes full of regret. Rubby blinked his eyes, he did not want to cry in front of Arya.

"Get out of here, I don't want to see you." Rubby answered without looking at her husband. Arya smiled bitterly while holding back her tears from flowing back.

"Rubby..."

"I said get out of here!" Screeched Rubby, his gaze sharpened. Arya nodded slowly, and got up from her seat.

"Alright if that's what you want. I'm leaving, assaalamuala'ikum." He said with a choked voice. Arya stared for a moment at Rubby before finally leaving from there.

"Goddessalam..." Rubby replied as Arya disappeared behind the door. The girl immediately covered her face, and began to cry a mouthful.

"I'm sorry, Mas Firaz. Ii'm sorry... I had to do this... I'm dirty, I can't keep my honor as your wife. There's been another guy who saw me without my hijab, he even touched me... I'm dirty, I don't deserve you..." Rubby in my heart.

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With gontai Arya stepped through the hospital corridor that seemed crowded with people passing by.

"Bad brass! You never cared about me. Even when someone hurt me, it was too late." Rubby's words were ringing in his ears.

"Everything Rubby says is true, I never cared about him."