Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
S2. Heartbreaker
Mira went into the house with a sad-looking face. No one is ready to meet their past. That pain, again sliced off the particles that he had long wanted to heal.
"You're home, son?" ask Marvel to welcome his daughter.
"Yes, Pa," answered Mira lazily.
"How's the party, crowded?" connect Yanti with her bright face. She is happy because Mira is finally willing to open her heart to others.
"It's normal" replied Mira lazily. "I go to the room first" she said.
Marvel and Yanti look at each other, not usually Mira upset and careless like that. The woman was always looking for trouble and there was something she had argued with her mother. But tonight he turned one hundred and eighty degrees.
"Pa, the old maid is fine, isn't she?" yanti asked in wonder and also confused. He was used to arguing with Mira, when he saw his daughter was silent like something was missing.
"He's fine. Maybe it just doesn't want to be disturbed" replied Marvel's origin and busied himself with the reading book in his hands.
Marvel was a retired man, in the former principal of his time. To enjoy his retirement, he spent time with his wife.
"Is he in trouble with Rick?" guess Yanti.
"Alright, Ma. Let Mira solve her own problems. You better make Papa some coffee, "armon Marvel heard his wife nagging.
"Brake, Papa."
Yanti stomped her legs irritated. He walked towards the kitchen while grumbling with his mouth chattering like a witch doctor reading a spell.
Marvel smiled as he shook his head in salute. Almost 35 years married, of course, he already knows what the nature of his wife. However, Marvel never feel bored instead he feels newly married if because of the noisy it is Yanti that makes him love his wife more.
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Mira locked her room. The woman leaned behind the door, then leaned weakly. The tears that he had been enduring were painstakingly dripping down his cheeks.
All the memories with the man were recorded back in Mira's memory. For years he tried to forget. For years he tried to erase all those memories. But the man she wanted to forget came back and soaked the wounds that had not healed.
The man was his first love. The kind-hearted man who treats her like a queen, dotes on her and gives her everything she needs without Mira asking. However, who would have thought if that man was the one who instilled the deepest wounds in her heart. To make him numb and difficult to believe in the word love.
Mira stood up while wiping her tears violently. He walked towards the bed then glanced at the figura that was still neatly arranged on the nightstand. Photo memories with Latitude that until now Mira can not throw away.
"Why, Tang? Why are you coming again? Did you know your presence would make me even more hurt?" lirih Mira took the photo.
Mira cried loudly while hugging the photo. His love for Lintang could not be explained or expressed through words. He can't even describe how much he loves Lintang. That's what makes Mira can't remove the bespectacled man from his memory.
The cheerful face and the sweet smile she always displayed was a way of covering up all the grief that had deflected the wound inside her chest. No one really knows how broken the woman is. He was not only destroyed but also collapsed unceasingly. The separated pieces of the heart, until now can not be combined.
And now it's time Mira realized one thing. That she had really lost her first love. The latitude is no longer the most important part of his life. Everything he had ever taken care of, had already become futile. The man went away and did not return. The man becomes other and stranger to the things Mira has always dreamed of. The latitude became left behind and dated for something he painstakingly singularized. The things he really struggled with.
"You're really mean, Tang. You're evil," cried Mira.
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He threw the photo until the glass protecting the figura broke and scattered on the floor. Many memories that Mira could not dispose of and the items given Lintang now he still kept intact. He always saw it when he missed the man for years. However, since the last few days he had never seen these things again. But he was still reluctant to throw away the precious items he still maintained so well.
"Hiks hyks hyx."
The woman hugged on the bed while hugging her own body. She doesn't understand why everyone calls her just a broken heart, but Mira when she wakes up she senses that her broken body is broken.
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Rick parked his car. The man with the title of commander let out a long sigh. Eagerly he asked, what was the relationship between Mira and Lintang in the past? Why did the two people look different when they met at the party.
"Ra, I promise to wipe away the wound in your heart. Please give me one chance to become a replacement for the person in your past" Rick murmured.
Rick falls in love with Mira even before meeting the woman. When Marvel told Mira only he was already interested in the personality of Mira who he thought was very suitable with her who did not talk much.
The handsome and young man walked inside while loosening the tie that felt suffocating his neck.
"Just got home Rick?" ask the father who is still watching the ball in front of the television.
"Yes, Dad" replied Rick sitting next to his father. "Repview?" abugn.
"As entertainment," the middle-aged man replied.
"Where's Mother?" ask again.
"Diasa thy Mother. After babbling it is not clear yes directly to sleep," said the father chuckled. "So tired looking? Is there a problem? How's the approach the same Mira?" the cecar of the father.
Rick took a long breath. Throughout his life, Mira was a woman who was not easily ignored. Usually once blinked eyes he was pursued like a dog chasing bones, especially when wearing official clothes. But, this time he had put out all the moves to get close to Mira. The woman has not yet fallen into his arms. Moreover, Mira is more mature for him, so Rick has to adjust to the woman.
"He has a past, Dad," Rick replied. She did not know how bad Mira's past was, but she could see from the woman's gaze that was sometimes different at the same time.
Seriate....