Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 4's. Chaptre 02.
I squeezed firmly on the end of the wedding dress that was still wrapping around my body.
"Hurry up and make me food. I'm hungry."
After saying he walked away from me. Don't forget he threw his spit on the floor as if mocking me. I closed my eyes for a moment with my hands on my chest. It hurts, it hurts so much. Can I regret what happened to me? Why do I have to experience all this? Is it because I'm a dirty woman? Because I don't deserve to love and love me.
My hands stretched out rubbing the flat, unformed stomach. I didn't know there was life in my womb. Although I initially wanted to abort my womb. But Mama kept encouraging me and motivating me to keep this innocent child.
I rise from the wall. Then walk slowly to the kitchen to make breakfast for Kak Naro.
"You must be strong, Rin. For your son's sake" I said.
I refuse to be married to Brother Naro. However, the extended family continued to urge and requested that I accept the man as the father of the child in my womb. No matter how much I refuse, fate leads me on a path of destruction that I do not want at all.
I took all the cooking ingredients out of the fridge. I don't know what food my husband likes.
The tears melted as if making my eyes feel painful as a result of being hit by the red I cut. I'm allergic to onions but how else, I have to cook for my husband.
"Mas Angga, why do you have heart? You said love was the same to me. But why did you leave when I was tripping your son. Now I suffer, my mother. Where is the happiness you promised me and our son?"
When pregnant like this I need the figure of a husband. Moreover, I was craving and wanted to eat strange. But who should I ask? No one cares, not even my family except Mama.
I cried with tears. I don't know, why can't this colorless clear circle stop dripping? Hearing all the insults and insults she threw out was like creating a deep cut in my heart. I have repeatedly explained, if you don't want to marry me just let go of me. Anyway, what good is it that I married a man who doesn't love me at all.
Long enough I struggled with kitchen tools so that my cooking is ready to be served. I put food on the table.
"Please eat, Brother."
My husband has been waiting at the dinner table. An expressionless flat face with an unfathomable look had always been the hallmark of this man who was now my husband. Sometimes I ask, do I dream of marrying a perfect man like Kak Naro? Naturally he berated me, as if I was a rotten item that could not be used because he was perfect. On any side he has nothing less than him.
"I'll excuse you to change your clothes first, brother," I said.
"Who told you to change clothes? Sit down!"
I swallowed the saliva with great difficulty. Then sitting next to Brother Naro, his eyes looked as if he wanted to strip my body. To be honest, I am not only afraid but I don't want to be next to this guy.
"Try to eat!"
He pushed the soup I made earlier.
"Why, Brother?"
"Eat!"
I took a sip and sipped the soup.
"Cure?" I'm nodding. I don't know how much salt I put in this soup so it tastes really salty.
"Cih, you spoiled woman. Cook it you can't. Then what can I expect from a cheap woman like you?"
Again, his words managed to make my heart feel like it had slipped out of place. Like a needle stick attached to an existing wound feels closer.
"No, Brother."
"You should eat this!"
Brother Naro grabbed my chin and forced the salty food into my mouth I tried to refuse but the grip of his strong hand was unable to make me detach from his hand.
"Eat that many cheap women." He kept putting hot soup in my mouth.
"Curtain, eat it." He threw my chin violently.
My lips almost blistered from the still hot soup. I fanned my mouth with my hands and went to fetch water in the kitchen.
"Ahh hot." I take a glass of fresh water.
While Brother Naro laughed triumphantly while ridiculing me.
"This is not how much. You will feel more than this!"
I looked at his back away from me. Nothing and not even how he said, but I already felt the pain of suffering.
"Mama."
The one name I always call when I'm in this state, is Mama. I miss Mama, do you know that her daughter is not okay? Did Mama know that her daughter was really suffering?
I walked slowly to the room. My hand still holds the end of the long dress. While the tears were already countless how many had fallen from the cheeks.
I went into the maid's room. This room was dedicated to me because I was considered a help and a servant by my own husband. Though the rooms in this house are very many but Kak Naro does not want me to sleep in a luxurious room.
I smiled bitterly when I saw only a small bed on a one-man bed. It's sad my life now, being used to living in luxury makes me unusual to have to settle in this room. But what I can do, I have to accept all of this.
"Son, you're strong. We enjoy this together. As long as you exist, Mother will be strong to face all of this. Stay with Mother until you are born."
My screams and cries that roared seemed to be proof that the current suffering I felt would be unrelenting.
I held my lips that were blistered by the soup water earlier, the pain immediately spread throughout my body. God, it hurts so bad. Not only are these lips painful but my heart is also. May I give up and walk away from a life I don't want.
I unzipped this dress with great difficulty, let alone my small, short hands.
I headed for the small bathroom that only had a bathtub and a love-shaped barrel. I flush my body with this cold water, said pregnant women should not take a night shower. However, what power because I have misstep so I experienced something like this.
"Mama, Arin's tired, Ma. Arin wants to give up, Ma. Arin wants to go home. Arin doesn't want to stay here."
If there was Mama, I would have loved to hug her body and channel all the painful feelings that hit my chest.
"I'm sorry Arin, Ma."
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