Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 3's. Wanted to give up
I froze for a moment when I heard Mas Bintang say, especially after saying he waltzed away into his room. My chest felt as tight as it was squeezed by thousands of tons of stone.
"Why do you have it, my dear?"
Akg cried as much in front of the rice that was still filled in my plate. Said the parents should not cry when eating later the rice also cry. Right or wrong I don't care.
"You are really evil, Mom," I muttered wiping the tears with the back of my hand.
I looked at the locked room of the Star. I can't even go into his room just to tidy up the contents. I also can't touch the other Star's clothes. He used to use laundry services when it came to clothes. So, I really can't touch anything about her.
"Alright, Mas. If this is what you want. I'm not going after you anymore."
As the song says, I won't chase you when you're gone. Not because I don't love anymore. I just want to stop torturing myself. It may be true what Rimba said that I have to be strict with my home life. After this I will ask directly to Mas Bintang, is he willing to maintain this marriage or even choose to part with me?
I'm cleaning up the old dishes. My appetite instantly disappeared during a fight with my husband.
The question of Mas Bintang is still ringing in my head, why do I love him? Does loving someone need a new reason for retribution? I don't know why I love him? He was never gentle with me.
"The last point of my life. I don't want to love you anymore, Mom. I had to be self-conscious before I finally had high imagination. Maybe this marriage wasn't supposed to happen if I refused at the time."
Let this marriage flow like water because that's what the Stars want. I'm sure, he won't want to divorce me in fear of hurting Mother Dusk, the woman my husband loves so much. A mother who does not give birth to him but is able to give him full affection.
After this I will try not to care about Mas Bintang. Trying not to be interested in anything about him. Although my little heart cannot lie if anything that speaks to Mas Bintang will make me like a dog looking for bones.
I entered the room because I did not want to dwell too long on my fate. Maybe this is the way of life I have to live. I cleaned myself in the bathroom. I submerged my body in buth-ub stuff when all this pain could be eroded with the water immersion in my body.
"I'm sorry Nara, Pa. Nara gives up on Nara's domestic life."
Giving up doesn't have to go, maybe that's how we are now. My household and Mas Bintang survive not because we love each other but fighting alone is never good, everything will end painfully. Mas Bintang has asked me to leave and do not expect our marriage.
However, may I be honest that I cannot afford to stay away from my husband. I love her too much, whether it's because I first fell in love or I was the one who got carried away.
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I woke up as usual to prepare breakfast for the two of us. This house feels quiet and dead, the residents who live in it do not dwell much.
"August, Mas. Breakfast," I bargained as I greeted my handsome husband who this morning had deposited his handsome face. How can I turn away from this man, his face just makes me opiate.
"I had breakfast at Mona's house" she replied. Can he not be honest.
I nodded and smiled and looked at his back away from me. I woke up as early as possible to prepare breakfast for my husband. But what was the answer, he wanted to have breakfast at his girlfriend's house.
"I should have been self-conscious from last night." I shook my head and laughed at my stupidity.
Instead of being redundant and not eating, I finally decided to put this food into the rice bushel and later I will give it to Kak Rimba, coincidentally today our business is not finished.
Shit, suddenly my cheeks are hot and my eyes are teary, but I promised not to cry anymore because of Mas Bintang. But remembering myself who painstakingly woke up early preparing breakfast for her. However, he did not appreciate my hard work at all. I know he doesn't love me and doesn't want this marriage but does he not intend to just appreciate me.
"No, Nara. You must be strong. Remember strong." I encouraged myself not to get caught up in Mas Bintang's behavior.
I got into the car and didn't forget to bring the food.
Is it wrong to give up? I'm an ordinary woman who will find a point of fatigue. If my presence is not appreciated, then what makes me deserve to last longer. Love does need a struggle but if it is unequal how this love can grow well.
I went into the cafe. As usual, early in the morning the employees just order a cup of coffee. It turns out that the strategy of building a cafe here is not wrong, there are many target customers that I can make.
"Morning, Miss Nara," said Lidya and Dika.
"Again," I replied.
"Mom, that's Mr. Rimba already coming waiting for Mom," reported Lidya pointing towards the table. There was Kak Rimba sitting with a cup of coffee in front of him.
"Oh has he been a long time?" my many.
"About 20 minutes, ma'am," Lidya replied.
"Yes, you're back at work!" my word.
"Okay, ma'am," answered the two of them.
I walked towards the table of Kak Rimba while dripping rice in my hand.
"August," I said.
"Eh, Nara. Morning," she replied as she stood welcoming me with a smile.
"Snake it been a long time?" I sat in the front seat.
"New too" he answered.
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No," he said.
"I happened to cook a lot, so all bring it for Brother. Come on, brother at the meal," I said as I opened the rice bushel containing the food I cooked earlier.
"For Brother?"
"Yes, Brother. Who else is it for?" I chuckle.
"Have you eaten?"
"It has. Eat it." I pushed the rice bushel towards him.
"It just so happens that Brother is hungry. It was a hurry here, so there was no time to have breakfast," he said, pulling a bit on his suit sleeve.
"But not as good as restaurant cuisine, brother. Understandably not a chef," I said down. I really like cooking, that's why I open a cafe that all provide simple food for the visitors.
"From the shape is delicious. It must not taste bad."
Rimba put the food in her mouth. While I was like a cook who waited for the judging.
Seriate.....