Mohabbat
Meet

In front of the simple house, Daisha let out a heavy and long sigh. He was told by the workers at the house that Dareen was still there. Shut yourself up in the room, wailing every day. All the food and drink he refused, nothing went into the belly of the man would-be father.

"Is he that stupid? Torturing yourself and not caring about the person who thinks about it. You idiot!" swear Daisha before swinging a step closer to the yard of the house.

He asked the workers to keep his arrival a secret. Daisha even asked them to go home to each other or to their old jobs because she herself would take care of and accompany her husband.

Daisha enters the house while drawing a deep air, she longs for her husband in the house. He put the bag on the sofa, and he immediately went to the kitchen to cook.

Opening the fridge, a smile was immediately welcomed as soon as he saw the contents of the box. Daisha put out some cooking ingredients to be processed into Dareen's favorite food.

After an hour in the kitchen, Daisha serves the food on a tray that she will take to the room.

"Hopefully this way, your foolish father would eat it. If not, then I'll let her starve all her life" Daisha said with a sweet smiling lip.

He took off the apron and tidied it up, then arranged the food on the tray to be taken to the room. The man should have opened the door so fragrant the smell of cooking filled the entire house.

"You have to eat this, otherwise I'll leave you alone" she said, beautifying the meal she would bring to Dareen's room.

He lifted the tray and walked slowly towards his room. Don't forget to knock on the door and sound like a waiter.

"Food ready! Sir, open the door! Today there is a special meal for you" Daisha said, raising the tray as high as her own face.

Smelling the smell of food that still reflects the smoke, he can imagine how greedy Dareen when eating it. Daisha's smile was blurred when Dareen never opened the door.

"Damn! You forced me, Dareen!" he said while taking a position of sufficient distance to release energy.

Dak!

Brak!

Daisha kicked the door with all her might until it came off the pole. He stood up straight again, clearing his throat before entering the room. Dareen who was enjoying her holiday was jolted when she heard the sound of objects slamming quite loudly.

He turned, his face was pale, his eyes were clouded, his lips were trembling. He was unable to move his body but only turned his head.

"I told you, I don't want to eat anything. I just wanted to meet my wife" Dareen said in a voice that was trembling and shrill.

He huddled back up on the bed, hugging his own body. How depressing. Daisha stared at her husband, putting the tray on a small cupboard beside their bed.

Cots made of wood creaked when Daisha occupied it. She let out a long sigh while looking at her husband's thinner back.

Daisha swept that back, her tears falling unstoppably at the suffering of the husband. What if they split up forever?

"You have to eat, you have to be strong. There is someone waiting for you to play with him. Get up and eat! I'm already here" Daisha said as she continued to give a sweep on her husband's back.

Hearing his wife's voice, Dareen opened his eyes. It's just that, because his weak body condition has no food intake, he can't see clearly whatever is in front of his eyes.

"Da-daisha's? Is that you? Are my ears troubled too?" shaky.

"Say, are you my wife? I can't see you clearly. Daisha, tell me if this is really you," said Dareen, accompanied by a blaring cry as Daisha nodded her head.

"Is this a dream, Lord? If yes, then I don't want to wake up again. Let me continue to fall asleep so I can always be with him" Dareen said almost like a whisper.

The man hugged Daisha's body tightly, but felt weak to her. Their tears poured out uncontrollably, haru and happy mixed into one.

"My heart doesn't misunderstand the smell of your cooking, my heart misperceives your presence. It turns out you're here, baby, but I can't move to meet you. Daisha, don't leave me. I can't live without you," raced Dareen who, despite getting weaker, didn't want to let go of a hug.

Daisha moved, peeping at her husband's forehead before taking the food she was carrying.

"Now you must eat to prepare to receive news from me. I've made your favorite food. Look, you'll like it" he said, showing food on a plate he held in front of Dareen.

Dareen's pale lips smiled, he nodded weakly. Surely, the food will be spent alone. Dareen received her first feed, chewing it with tears. His tongue doesn't misidentify the taste, it's indeed Daisha cuisine.

Dareen snatched the plate from his wife's hand, continuing to eat the food on it voraciously. Daisha smiled as she cried, there was a sense of hilarity and happiness that was seen when her husband was enjoying every bite of the food.

Oh, it's true. Dareen had not eaten after the incident of beating Cakra in the back of her house.

Uhuk-uhuk!

Daisha immediately took him a drink, and massaged his chest.

"Be careful! Slow down, after all you look like someone who hasn't seen food for days" Daisha said.

Dareen was nonchalant and continued to eat her, under Daisha's eyes she looked so voracious.

Elsewhere, screams of pain echoed from a room contained in a remote building in the forest. The voice came back to be heard every time the whip swing hit his body.

Cakra growled, both of his hands clenched firmly enduring the intense pain. The skin on his body was almost peeled off, barely escaping from his flesh. The bones were no longer able to withstand the torment Areta had given them.

"Why don't you just kill me?! Why?!" His screams echoed inside.

The birds fly without power to hear the screams of pain that Chakra is stirring in the world.

Areta laughed, content to see the despair in her husband's two beads. He did not intend to give her an easy death.

"I will not be satisfied if I do not see the despair of your eyes. Keep begging for your death, so that I grant your wish immediately" Areta said with a smile.

The woman stood just a few feet away from where Cakra was tied. The fishy smell of blood dripping on her body, completely made Areta feel satisfied. Unfortunately, the flames of vengeance were still burning in his heart. I don't know how the fire was extinguished?

What's death?

"I guess .. Even your death alone will not be able to extinguish the flames of vengeance that are burning in my heart!" he said, turning around to leave the room filled with the fishy smell.