Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 3's. Radar love.
"Ra," call Brother Rimba.
"What's up, brother?" many cold. I don't know, when I found out about the closeness of Brother Rimba and Princess, I was a little cold to this man. Because I don't want to have my heart in my possession and then she just leaves.
Rimba held both my hands and smiled warmly. This man's smile was as if I were his port of love.
"So don't want you to be the most special person in my life" she asked. Become a special person not only through speech but also action and proof.
The one thing that keeps me waiting for someone is hope. Feelings that never get tired even though they are often beaten. Many times wounded and disappointed. However, choosing to remain. Even when killed so cruelly, the feeling still lingered. Pain is not something to be explained. It's just that there are stronger ones that can't be described. Something that is invisible, but makes it survive even though it is threatened to be thrown away. Make do not want to stop meksi tight fill the heart space. Some might call it blind love. However, I believe that is what is called love.
"What makes you love me?" my many.
Rimba smiled and then rubbed my soft face.
"Don't you know, since childhood Brother has liked you," explained Kak Rimba.
That's not what I meant, but that woman, Princess. Said Kak Rimba, Putri is his former lover who was hamili by others. But after giving birth to the husband of the daughter even betrayed and cheated with his boss. Rimba helped the Princess because the baby was sick.
I took a long breath. I don't know, I'm still afraid to open my heart to other men. But I can't continue to live in mourning because of my farewell to Brother Rimba.
"Ra, maybe Big Brother is not a romantic guy and perfect in a romantic relationship. But Brother really loves you. He promised to wipe away the wounds in your heart" he said trying to convince me that what he said was the truth.
Does anyone believe there is no blind love. There is only a feeling of harsh belief. And, too sure that the feeling in the chest cannot be killed. Many times I tried to run, then realized I could never really go. All I have is my body and my mind. My feelings and my heart settled on someone I always missed, namely, Mas Bintang.
I tried to force myself to kill my heart by opening my heart to new people. However, the hasip is free. I forget that the more I forget someone by starting to love someone new, I am forcing something harder than stone. Memories and feelings open up something I can kill by force.
"Son, will you teach me how to love you? Because to be honest right now I'm still stuck with my feelings in the past. I'm still too scared, brother. I'm sick for the second time."
I am a traumatized woman because of my husband's past treatment. He did not hurt me physically but he tortured me with the mind. It scares me and is careful in accepting expressions of love from people who are trying to get close. I put up a separation wall between us, didn't I? The pain is increasingly transformed into a figure that torments the chest.
"Sister promised, Ra. Brother will fight for you. Brother made you fall in love with Brother," said Kak Rimba trying to convince me of his expression of love.
I hope that what Rimba said is not just a promise but trying to convince me and provide a proof that what he said he will obey later.
"Did you promise not to hurt me?" I looked at her blind eyes. I admit that Rimba is handsome and not much different from my ex-husband.
"Sister promised, Ra."
He pulled me into his arms and buried my face in the chest of his field. May this be my path to happiness. I hope there's no more household drama trying to kill me slowly. Although I do not love this man who hugs me yet, I will try to open my heart to him.
"You are the woman you love the most after Mommy" she said. May it be truly sincere.
Believe that women who have experienced injuries and trauma in the past, it will be difficult to believe and open the heart to new people, like me.
I should have tried to understand one thing; longing could kill me with just a memory. Strangely why when hugging Sister Jungle I even imagine the face of my husband, I miss my ex-husband, Mas Bintang. But I can't stay stuck in the past.
"Sister will be the most comfortable friend for you to go home," he said.
Rimba let go of my embrace. Then the man smiled warmly with his happy face.
"Sister just realized that you're short," the lead rattled my hair with anxiety.
"Sister." I snatched an upset. The hair that I had painstakingly tidied was even damaged by this man.
"Hehehe, you end up being adorable." Rimba's sister pulled my cheek again.
"Sister."
"Gu_"
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His speech was interrupted when he heard the ringing of the phone ringing.
"So Brother pick up the phone first" he said asking for permission.
I nodded and set my eyes on the flowers in this city park. I didn't expect it to turn out to be Rimba's romantic too.
"Ma." He kept the phone.
"Yes, Brother. Why?"
"Sorry, it doesn't look like we can stay here long. Shena is sick." Shena is a six-month-old baby girl.
"Oh, so you want to go to the hospital?"
"Yes, Brother. Go over there. Do you want to go home or go to the hospital?"
"I'm going to the cafe, brother. There's still a lot of work" I said.
"But it seems like Big Brother can't take you home in a hurry." He glanced at the watch in his hand.
"Oh it's okay, brother. I'll ask Shaka to pick me up, " I said smiling wryly.
"Yes already, then Brother first yes. I'll call again." He kissed my forehead at a glance then ran towards his car quickly, seen once if Kak Rimba panicked.
"Be careful, Brother." I wave my hand.
Now, try asking me if I am. Is it for me that I and Mas Bintang are something to be killed? I just tried to open my heart and accept others whole. But he has left me here and attached importance to the feelings of others.
Seriate....