Marriage Stain
New Hope, New Candidate

A pair of legs poking out from behind the blanket, clearly visible feathers lined up neatly on top of the foot. Another pair of legs bent under the same blanket. The cold made Sora embrace her husband's body tightly. Apparently, the two of them had already begun to reconcile.

Cring.... Cring... Cring... Alan's phone alarm echoed throughout the room. Sora who was more sensitive to his hearing, immediately opened his eyeballs. It did not feel like it was morning, but he felt like he had just closed his eyes.

Sora got up and took off his embrace, he went to the bathroom to wash his face. Sora stared at the reflection of his face inside the mirror. His eyes already resembled those of a panda, there was a black circle that coiled around his two eyeballs. The circle is perfectly round, like the halo of the moon.

The woman rubbed her eyes together, hoping that the dark circles would soon disappear. But darling, reality is not as beautiful as wishful thinking. Finally Sora ended his scouring show. She stepped out of the bathroom, wanting to make breakfast for her husband.

Sora opened the refrigerator door, looking at it from top to bottom. One by one he agreed, whatever he had in the refrigerator in front of him. Packaged pure milk, ready-to-eat orange juice, eggs, bread, apples, bananas, papaya, cabbage, cabbage, eggplant, and many other fruits. Sora started to tangent, he wanted to cook what. There is no way she made salad for her husband, Alan is less like to eat green plants that are often eaten by animals that like to bleat it.

Since there were only limited ingredients in her refrigerator, Sora ended up picking up some eggs. He skillfully makes omelette rolls, his style is like a professional chef. Though the shape of the rolled omelette looks a little ambyar.

Her name is also a career woman, Sora is only good at work outside the home. The kitchen problem was far left behind by the girls in the village.

"Finish," Sora stared in amazement at his masterpiece which was actually quite mediocre. After finishing making omelet rolls with abstract shapes, now Sora cooks fast-food chicken porridge. It didn't take long for him to prepare everything.

"It's easy to also be a housewife apparently," said Sora. He admires his own skill. On the dining table there is a special breakfast that is mediocre. A glass of pure milk, a glass of juice, an omelet roll that is less than perfect and a ready-to-eat instant chicken porridge.

What a delicious breakfast dish, but a cooking experience that is quite effective for Sora.

"Wake up, let's have breakfast!" Sora uncovers the blanket covering her husband's body.

"What time is this?" alan asked that indeed today he should not be late for work, there was an important meeting this morning.

"It's only six" said Sora as he folded the blanket he had originally worn. He also tidied up the bolster pillows scattered about.

Hearing Sora's reply, Alan immediately got up. He went straight to the bathroom.

"Well, it seems to be in a hurry!" mumbled wailing.

Sora sat at the dinner table alone, waiting for her husband. He turned on the television, early in the morning like this many gossip shows are presented almost in every television channel.

Sora chose a chanel with a diamond diamond logo, he was watching a gossip show that was packaged so interesting. Until the mothers linger on the glass screen.

"The most interesting thing is indeed to the household of people," Sora murmured as he watched the rift of celebrity relationships on the glass screen.

He was wry, Sora seemed to imagine himself who often became a byword.

"Ra.." Alan's call made him turn away.

"Eh.. Yeah..."

"So seriously, I'm leaving first yeah,"

"Well, not breakfast yet?"

Alan stared at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

"Udah late, later not jammed as well. I'll have breakfast at the office,"

The flower that had originally bloomed, had now suddenly withered away already. Not running out of ideas, Sora picked up the lunchbox in the closet.

"Wait, five minutes. Just five minutes!" said Sora while preparing provisions for her husband.

Sora put in some food in the city that he had prepared.

"Bring this Mas," Sora held out food supplies to her husband.

"Thank you, yes" a kiss managed to land pretty on Sora's forehead. Makes the woman's cheeks meet pink.

"Mas, I'll be out. Go to the office, sign the resignation letter. Yesterday I called, "Sora who used to go around here without permission, is now starting to show changes little by little.

"Okay, go straight home, yeah" Alan said. He does not want the events that have passed back to repeat themselves.

"Yes," Sora kissed the back of her husband's hand. Because Alan's about to go to work.

"Be careful," cried Sora who watched her husband enter the shiny black car.

Sora waved her hand to take her husband away. Now he's back in the house. He immediately prepared to be ready to come to his office, not forgetting to go to the nearest post office. Sora has a letter he must send.

The black thing shot out of the garage towards the gate. Sora was driving it quite casually. To eliminate the impression of loneliness, Sora turned on his favorite song.

A soft sound with a raspy touch that fits beautifully in Sora's ears. The curly-haired man managed to make Sora's head move following the music he created. No wonder the curly-haired man received five Grammy Awards for his golden voice.

It did not feel Sora was now in front of his office, he did everything according to the procedure. Sora also looks a little sad when saying goodbye to his coworkers. After all was done, now just go to the post office to send a letter to Ferry.

By nightfall, Sora had already finished cooking. Coming home from the post office, he had gone shopping. This time he wanted to cook with a little challenge. Sora cut the carrot into the shape of beautiful and pleasant flowers. After that, he cut the potato dice that he had peeled. It was just cooking vegetable soup.

A week later, due to some things the plan to move was forced to retreat for a few days. This was because Alan was overwhelmed with work in the office, after all he could not just back away. And today is the time they both left the house that holds a million stories.

Sora is seen carrying a mini suitcase in his hand, while Alan is busy moving his goods into the trunk of his car.

"By guarding this house, sir, for a long time I may not be staying here,"

Alan said to his housekeeper.

Mr. Dadang just nodded his head. He opened the gate for his master. A prayer was tucked into the heart of the bayah man.

"May peace and tranquility cover your household ark" he whispered softly.

And Alan's car broke the traffic jam, both Sora and Alan with a new heart hoping for a brighter future, as bright as the morning sky that is studded with sunshine today.

At the airport, Alan's car is parked, and Sora and Alan get out of the car together. Both are ready for a new place. A place that will erase the traces of the past.

After a few hours in the air, the two landed in a small town. As soon as he arrived, Alan immediately took the phone in his pocket.

"Sit down first Ra, I'll call Mr. Danu. He's going to pick us up" Alan told his wife.

Sora also said, he sat in the waiting chair of the airport that lined up neatly. His eyes glanced at everyone who passed in front of him.

"Hallo, sir this is Alan. I've reached the airport,"

"Sorry Alan, I have this important guest. But I have asked my daughter to pick up Mas Alan with Mbak Sora," said Mr. Danu. He was Alan's co-worker who was quite senior, so Alan was so disinclined and respectful to him.

After his wife died, Mr. Danu chose to stop working and return to his hometown with his only daughter. Memories of living together with his wife until his wife died, making him give up on living in the big city.

Since then, Mr. Danu chose to live in a small town with his daughter only. Alan and Sora will occupy one of Mr. Danu's houses. In the small town, Alan has been given approval to move there.

So everything seems perfect, but we can never guess the destiny that will happen to us.

"Okay sir, I'm waiting here with my wife" said Alan, who still calls Mr. Danu.

Almost half an hour Sora and Alan waited, until a call came to Alan's smartphone.

"Hallo, is this really Mas Alan? I'm Mr Danu's daughter!" there was a soft sound in Alan's ears.

"Yes, Mr Danu's daughter?" ask Alan back.

Sora looked at her husband who was talking on the phone. Who is Mr Danu's daughter?

Seriate

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