Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 3's. The morning was blurry
I squirm under this thick blanket. For a moment I sat down to collect my life that flew with the dreamland. I have the lyrics of the alarm clock that has shown at 5 am.
Soon I got out of bed and washed my face and prepared to prepare breakfast for my husband. I want to serve my husband like Mama served Daddy and his kids first.
I went out of my room to prepare breakfast and clean the house. I am a lover of cleanliness who must prioritize homework because for me cleanliness is part of faith.
A house as luxurious and as big as this is really no domestic assistant. Maybe Mas Bintang thinks because I'm not going anywhere so I can clean the house without thinking about other work.
After a long time struggling slowly with the kitchen, my food was finally finished. I smiled amusedly at the fact that I had become the wife of the young doctor, Mas Bintang. It still feels like a dream, after continuing my S2 education in English literature, I instead focus on taking care of the cafe that I built since sitting in college.
"August, Mas. Please have breakfast," I said kindly when I saw Mas Bintang walking towards the dining table.
He replied with a nod and sat down on the dining table chair. I served him to get rice and Mas Bintang's favorite food. Mother Dusk has already told me my husband's favorite food so without him saying it I already know.
"Please have breakfast, Mom." Again he just nodded without taking a word out of his mouth.
My husband had his breakfast quietly, while I sat down while staring in awe at his handsome face. My husband is really handsome and a doctor.
"Why?" He glanced at me in wonder as he looked at her blinked.
"Mas, like?" my many.
He did not answer and enjoyed my cooking in silence. It made me shut up, but I won't give up. I will make him fall in love with me because I believe Mas Bintang is the soul mate God sent me.
"Don't expect too much in this marriage" he said coldly. "I have a boyfriend, he just came home from abroad. For a while he'll be staying with us."
Deg
As easy as that Mas Bintang said he wanted to invite his girlfriend to stay at this house. Did he know that it hurt my heart and soul? Does he know that this way really wants to kill me? Did Mas Bintang know that as a wife I was really hurt?
He opened his wallet and took a black card there.
"This is for you and the cost of home necessities" he said, handing the card in front of me.
"No need, Mom. I have the money" I refused to push back the card.
"What do you do?" tanyanya half scoffed. He doesn't know what I do, I don't say what I do.
"Ak_"
He immediately stood up from his seat taking his proud white coat and carrying a briefcase that was believed to contain medical equipment. He walked around without turning his head to say goodbye to me like I often see if Daddy went to work would have kissed Mama on the forehead. I think what Daddy does to Mama a lot I will feel at my wedding too.
I smiled wryly, it seemed like I really had to swallow this bitter pill in the household and unwanted marriage, quickly becoming self-conscious without high imagination.
"Star, what if I'm in love with you?" my murmurs looked at the distant back of Mas Bintang.
I put my hands on my chest while enjoying the pain that was draining the wound. I want to be the only woman in my husband's life like Daddy and Mama. However, I must understand that love is not always on the side of weak people like me.
"Papa," Iid. "Nara's hurt, Pa," I said. But complaining to a dead person is free, right?
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"Morning, Ma'am" said Lidya, Lidya is the manager at my cafe. All the cafe business I left to him.
"New teaser pie, bright face yes, ma'am," seduced Lidya.
If Lidya had known that this new cultivator was feeling the deepest wound in his heart. But what could he do other than surrender completely to the will of destiny.
"How many rounds last night, ma'am?" lidya Goda.
"Don't ngaco you, it's already there. Back to work" I said, shaking my hand.
Lidya chuckled softly, no wonder I and Lidya were like brothers. She is a widow of one child, her husband of a state servant who remarried with her affair. He has two children aged 2 and 5 who are now taken care of by Lidya's parents.
I went into my room. Indeed, not many know the figure of me who owns this Anara Shop, because I rarely display my face in public.
I put the bag on the table, then sat on my big chair. The time was very short, 15 years passed very quickly. I didn't expect that at 25, I'd already earned a title as a wife. However, the happiness I crave like other women should be tested with the cold attitude of my husband.
"Sister."
Holy hooch! Shaka came into my room. He always said this, before leaving school must have come to the cafe to ask for pocket money because Daddy was punishing him because he likes brawl at school.
"What are you doing here, Dek?" manyaku.
Shaka snuck in and sat in the front seat of my desk.
"Sister, Shaka saw Mas Star with a woman, who is it, sister?" ask Shaka kepo.
I was silent for a moment, Mas Bintang did say that he would bring his girlfriend to stay at our house for a while. I wanted to be honest with Shaka but Mas Bintang had warned me not to tell anyone the condition of our unwanted marriage.
"Ah, time? Wrong look at your times," I'm.
"No, Brother. Shaka couldn't have seen it wrong. That's the Star." Shaka kept keukeh saying that.
"He may be his co-worker" I said as well as busying myself with the files on the table.
"Son't okay, is he?" Shaka looked at me in full search, we were different fathers and mothers but I loved Shaka, Tata and Naro wholeheartedly. Especially as the oldest child who protects the younger siblings to the right path.
"Why indeed?" I turned my face away lest Shaka know she knew I wasn't okay.
"What are you here for?" I switched the conversation because I couldn't answer Shaka's question.
"Sister, ask for a snack." Shaka raised his hand.
"Where's your credit card?"
"Take Daddy," replied Shaka.
"That's why you don't keep on doing it" I said.
"Daddy is so hard, brother. Must follow all his wishes," confided Shaka.
"Daddy wants what's best for you. So that you may be useful to the nation and the state" my sarcasm.
Daddy is the hard type, his upbringing is not kidding. Although I am not his biological child but he serves me in a way that I think can shape the character until I become a strong woman like this.
Seriate.....