Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)

Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 06's. Shaka's Little Wife 17.


"Hi, Brother Zico," I smiled.


"Night, Lea," said Zico to me.


"Tumben Brother is here? Come, Brother. Join us!" take me.


"Yes soul mate yes, can meet here," teased Kak Zico as usual.


"Oh yes, Brother. I know this is Om Shaka, Lea's husband," I said to introduce Om Shaka even though actually Brother Zico already knows who my husband is.


"Hi, I'm Zico." Brother Zico reached out his hand towards Om Shaka.


"Saka."


Actually I deliberately sent a message to Brother Zico to follow him to the restaurant. I don't know what I mean, I want to see Om Shaka's reaction to how he looks when he sees me familiar with other men.


"Aren't you long?" my many.


"Just until the hell, uh just see you guys are here," said Zico.


"It just so happens to be a match, brother." I'm not alone.


Om Shaka from earlier was just silent and busy with a cell phone in his hand. He must have been calling his girlfriend Felly. I again smiled wryly, the intention of wanting to make my husband jealous in fact I was the one who was jealous when he smiled looking at his phone.


"What message?" I try to make the atmosphere not awkward.


"As usual" replied Zico.


Believe it or not, there is no blind love. There is only a feeling of harsh belief. And fixated, believing that the feeling in the chest can not kill death. Repeatedly trying to run, then realized if the one in pursuit never really go. For all he brings is his body and his mind Sam. His feelings and heart settled on someone he had always missed.


I tried to hold the clear melt that would soon drip. Damn, why did I fall in love with my husband? What's in love? No, I'm not in love with her. I just happened to think about that guy. It is natural that a wife is jealous if her husband thinks of another woman.


Our order is coming. We ate and occasionally interspersed with short jokes. Uh I mean just me and Brother Zico. While Om Shaka was silent with no expression and ate in silence. Since getting married the nature of Om Shaka changed greatly, different at the beginning of our meeting. She's so chatty and cuddly like a girl. However, it is now even colder than I used to know.


The one thing that makes waiting for someone is hope. Feelings that never get tired even though they are often beaten. Many times in the wound and disappointed. However, choosing to remain. Even when he killed so viciously, that feeling still lingered. Pain is not something to be explained. Only, there are stronger ones that have been able to be elaborated. Something that is invisible, but makes it survive even though it is threatened to be thrown away. Makes do not want to stop even though tightness fills the heart space. Some might call it blind love.


Something that once existed could not be removed in memory unless it lost memory. Unconsciously no human being actually grew up without someone in the past. Inevitably, loss is one of the things that makes humans learn to accept reality. I understand that. Something that made me want to hate him.


We talked for a long time after eating. This is called a three-date, not a husband-and-wife date.


Me and Om Shaka came back home because it was late at night and I was getting sleepy.


"Near Doctor Zico?" the half-tanyan glanced at me.


I yawned a few times. I'm really sleepy, but the house is still far enough if you sleep here not necessarily Om Shaka want to move me into the room.


"I guess he has the same feelings as you?" the accusation.


"Silter." I'm glaring. "What feeling? Brother Zico likes girls who are feminine models. Lea mah is far from her type Brother Zico."


I never thought that Brother Zico liked me. It's impossible for a handsome, classy, smart guy like him to fall in love with a shitty little girl like me.


"Friends are close, right?" I'm nodding. "Don't pretend to be plain. Men are equal to women if it is already close, impossible if there are no feelings. If nothing means not normal," he said.


I laughed crisply. Why does it feel funny when Om Shaka talks about Kak Zico? Is he jealous? Huh, how could he possibly be jealous? He no longer cares what I do and who I walk with in the darkness of this destiny.


"Yes even if Brother Zico likes Lea, no problem, right? Lagian Om also said we are free to do anything and want to establish a relationship with anyone," I smiled at him. That smile is the most effective way to close a wound ever. So you have to be clever to fake a smile so as not to be ashamed of yourself.


"Ka–"


Drt drt drt drt


His speech was cut off as the flat, smart thing trembled in his pants pocket.


"Yes, Honey. Why?"


Deg


I could see my heart falling like rain as she called out to Brother Felly with a loving call. Sweet as it sounds, when was I called such a darling?


"Yes, Honey. I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone and my husband's face panicked.


God, there was a husband making out on the phone in front of his own wife. I'm even experiencing it now, don't ask how it hurts. The pain in my chest I can't explain in words. So it pokes into the soul.


Arriving in front of the house he immediately parked his car.


"Lea, you go straight in and rest. Don't forget to change clothes. I'm going out for a minute. Don't wait for me if I don't come home." Without waiting for my answer he waltzed away at high speed.


In reality, he was no longer willing to be next to me. Even to just sit together while chatting warmly like before. While in the past he was a person who often craved if I was busy with work at the boutique and forgot to give it a day.


"Om Shaka is more like Brother Felly than I am. Huffh, maybe I really should be self-conscious."


I went into the house with a tired face. The clock has shown ten o'clock at night. I should have been sleepy. Om Shaka says don't wait for him if he doesn't come home. What does it mean that he is already planning to stay there tonight.


I lay my body on the bed. I stared at the ceiling of the room and the corners of my lips were drawn to form a miry smile. Ah, it hurts like being stabbed by a pentol needle.


"Om, does Om know? If Lea had fallen in love with Om. But, Lea was self-conscious about not expecting more than Lea thought."