Om Pamungkas
lies

Arriving at home the two did not talk to each other, one was busy in the room with his laptop, one was sitting in the living room, smoking while busy with his HP.

Ratih was really upset, but he didn't want to make a fuss.

Finally, he went into the room because for him it was too late at night and he had to sleep.

But he was disturbed when he saw his wife sitting next to the window and busy staring at his laptop.

" Let's go to sleep" said the flatter, he took off his shirt as usual.

" Just go first." replied Ratih no less flat, he did not even take his eyes off the laptop.

" Will not go to the cafe tomorrow?" Still standing beside the bed.

" I don't think so, I'm going to get out to the rock."

Frown, frown,

" to the rock? what need is it? with who?" the man walked closer to his wife.

" Himself." replied the Brief Train.

" Liar" said the word just thrown from the mouth.

Ratih who does not accept to look directly at her husband, he can be accused of lying.

" What do you mean, you're accusing me of lying?" tanya Ratih is fierce,

" that's your new hobby, right?" the last man stood before his wife.

" what does that mean? Explain?!" Ratih put her laptop on the table and stood in front of her husband,

he was unperturbed even though his body was small.

" After all.." Finally looked and turned around, but Ratih wanted an explanation, at the pull of her husband's muscular arm.

" Can it be, after accusing a liar?" Ratih looked at Pamungkas annoyed as well as sad.

" If you're tired of me talking well, don't talk that vague and painful?" train with glass eyes.

" Bored? not wrong?" again the ultimate smile wryly, he swallowed the bitter taste in his heart.

" what do you mean?" ratih's voice was already shaking.

" Are you right? isn't it wrong to accuse me of being bored?" Finally answered more calmly, his anger faded to see the eyes of Ratih full.

" It's amazing." said Ratih trying to control his feelings.

" who often comes home late, who often hangs out in the workshop with whose women? how am I supposed to be bored?" the voice of Ratih is slow yet sharp.

" That you know..?? what kind of accusation is that?" It looks unacceptable, though,

" i went to the workshop because from the beginning I was there?!

don't weirdly accuse?!

you better waste your bad thoughts?!" Pamungkas Strict.

Both are of the same view, the same looks to bear heartache.

Finally jolted, he did not expect to get this kind of accusation from his wife, instead of his disappointment in understanding, but he instead got cruel accusations.

" i never change!" finally, he looked at his wife who was looking at him.

" Oh yeah? even the walls know how cold your attitude is to me mas.." said Ratih slowly.

Finally speechless, his mouth open, wanting to refute, but inexplicably his intention.

his eyes were seen filled with worry.

" It's up to you to say, but my feelings never change!" said the ultimate firmly, but not in the gubris by his wife.

Seeing Ratih who was still like that finally could not help his disappointment, he said,

take the shirt back and walk out of the room.

Ratih who realized her husband came out of the room did not prevent it, his own eyes have been so swollen.

Finally not back into the room, he chose to sleep on the sofa in front of the TV, but instead of sleeping, the man was just back and forth unclear.

Tired of going back and forth, the man finally woke up.

He turned on the TV, whatever he saw, he was staring at the TV, but his eyes were blank.

His chest was tight, there were so many emotions that he endured.

It wasn't easy for him to be patient until now.

Not once or twice the disturbance occurred in his household, even from the beginning of marriage.

But as an adult he is always required to understand and forgive.

Time is approaching morning, but his eyes are not attacked by sleepiness.

He got up, and walked into the room slowly.

Seeing his wife who was in a deep mood it felt like to hold and lie next to him.

But his heart that was wounded by his wife's dishonesty prevented him.

A few days after the incident his wife came home with tears he met Rama, and plainly Rama told him that he saw his boss stop and chat with the man whom Rama suspected of being the stalker.

Rama could not know exactly what was being talked about, but Rama kept a watchful eye on the guard.

Rama told me that the man always held onto Ratih's arm when Ratih was leaving.

Since knowing that his heart really hurt, he felt his wife had cheated on him by lying, lying,

by covering up his meeting with Arga.

Big questions arise in the heart of the story,

Is there still love, therefore there must be a lie.

Finally clenched his hands, holding himself so as not to hold and feel warm his wife's body.

With heavy strides in his stay the sound-looking Ratih, he returned to the living room sofa, and finished his cigarette until morning.