Risa Wedding's Story
Six

"The tax will not fall away,

If there is no wind." - Ezra

***

The frenetic sounds seemed to want to mess with his audience when they broke into the crowd of dance floors, they shrieked pings and bodies without the slightest bit of shame. The man continued to shout out his gaze, he examined one by one the women who were dancing on the dance floor. He's looking for his woman.

Then the eyes stopped on the figure of a shiny black-haired petite woman, knowing very well every feature that was on her. He was rocking on the dance floor with a man who started acting disrespectful, his anger rising instantly.

He came up to them, pulled the foreign man on the shoulder and landed a raw bogeman. The people who saw it screamed, but he paid no heed to the glasses he made. At the hands of the woman, then dragged out of the night club.

The woman rants and protests, but she ignores them. His jaw tightened with anger, his gaze falling down through the body of the woman who was only covered with a minimal cloth that could not even cover her white thighs.

"Shoppers!!" mean it.

Several times harsh words and insults were thrown from his mouth, even had time to kick the car door. He threw the woman's body into the car. He now began to exhale regularly, quickly the man took off his outer flannel shirt and dressed it to the woman.

Along the way the man kept thinking, why could God be so hearty towards him. To the woman he loved.

The woman fell asleep in the seat next to her, a sense of tightness hit upon seeing her innocent face.

His innocent Elsha had now been destroyed, and he was powerless to help her. Before he picked her up at the nightclub, he got a call from a friend of his. To immediately pick up the woman who was heavily drunk.

Laying her body slowly on a king-size mattress, they were now in the hotel. The man couldn't bring her home in such a terrible condition. He had to take her to a hotel.

He shivered gently on the side of the blanket to the woman's chin, and began to fall on the side of the bed. Looking sadly at the woman who used to be his girl.

The man massaged his forehead slowly, a sense of tightness and helplessness unstoppable again. He had failed to protect the woman from the cruel world. He was wounded and not helped.

If someone is mocking a man who is shedding tears, then it is up to you.

His defense had wavered and shattered, his butt shaking violently yet there was no sound. Her cheeks were wet with a clear liquid, men were whiny. He was just an ordinary 23-year-old boy who cried because his love had been frowned upon by bad luck.

A tiny hand rubbed its quiver, "Sorry to have let you down all this time,"

The woman sat down, while the young man sat behind her.

The man turned around tightly clutching the tiny hand, then looked at the owner sharply.

"Why should I feel all this!"

"I love you so much, Ezra Prawira," said the woman softly, she began to sob softly.

"Fuckin' wad!" maki the frustrated young man.

"Why should I love a woman like you!"

Now the emotions in the voice of the young man changed, becoming a glimmer of defeat.

Elsha rubbed her wet cheeks, the look in her eyes implying so much emotion. Apologies, regrets, and love.

Their faces began to approach, giving in to each other's emotions. Until their lips meet, they hold each other. With tears flowing from each side's eyes. They've lost.

***

The woman was sitting on the edge of the pool, playing with water. His growing stomach does not bother his activities at all now, his assistant has told him to eat immediately.

But he was not at all tasteful, even though his body was here his mind floated far away.

Maybe the mother lied to him, he had thought so but after thinking again. There seems to be a red thread that he cannot deny. Ezra used to come home late at night, because of the girl.

Is it true that her husband should have had a child with another woman, the impression that the accident did not take the life of the child in the kadung and half the breath of the girl. Maybe they will be together.

Just thinking about it had made Risa proud, the pain she could not even hide. But is she entitled to it, whereas the woman is the first to come in the life of her husband.

Whether he is capable of sharing, or should he be selfish. What is the fate of the child he bears. His tears flowed again, it was impossible to make the child he was carrying away from his father.

"Mother is ready, said the father, lest the mother miss a meal" tucked in an anxious tone in the voice of the maid.

Risa welcomes the helping hand, then goes back into the house.

He looked at the food in front of him with no taste, then began to stuff some vegetables into his mouth forcefully.

***

Ezra came home early, sighing tiredly steadying herself to face Risa. Now the woman ignored him, acting cold.

But he will not give up, the man needs time to solve all the problems one by one well. So that no other problems follow it later, want it guilt or anything.

Risa had just finished bathing in the view of her sleeping clothes and clean face, as well as her hair that was rolled in a towel.

Ezra cleared his throat, while closing the door behind him. Risa only glanced at him at a glance, although the angry woman did not eliminate her habit of kissing the hand of the husband. Ezra smelled the dew of Risa, deliberately lingering there. He helped his wife remove the towel on her head, sitting the woman in front of the makeup mirror.

Their eyes nailed to each other through the vanity mirror, before Ezra began to busy drying his wife's hair with a hairdryer. While combing each strand with fingers as gently as possible. Drying each strand of black hair wavy the wife.

"You don't want to be clear!" said Risa ketus.

Ezra keeps the finished hair dryer.

"I want you to be patient Sa" he said calmly.

Risa looked at him in frustration, "Right, that child is your child?"

The man closed his eyes before looking at his angry wife, he gripped Risa's shoulder softly.

"I need some time to explain, if your emotions have subsided,"

The woman looked at her husband in disbelief, he got up from there and threw his body on the bed. And started crying hysterically under the pillow, just this once she wanted her husband to know how messed up she was.

The pillow alone was not enough to hurt Ezra who was still silently sculpting, the shame was gone. He no longer cared what the man thought.

Ezra fidgets closer to him, but he screams more and more not wanting to be touched. His face was already muddled with tears, his newly dried hair looked tangled. Finally the man retreated, glaring at him briefly before entering the bathroom.

Ezra decided to linger under the shower, taking a cold shower to help calm his own mind.

He looked at his wife who had fallen asleep curled up on the bed, the pillow he had used to throw him was still scattered. He took one by one the pillows scattered, put them on the bed.

Perhaps because too tired to cry Risa fell asleep, Ezra looked at his wife sadly.

A thousand apologies in his heart were uttered, but he did not want to mess things up for the worse. They need to calm down. Emotions only make things worse.

Kandunga his wife also became a lot of consideration, Ezra slipped a pillow replace the right hand of his wife who turned her head. Then raise the blanket to cover the distended stomach of the wife.

He himself took a pillow and chose to sleep on the sofa of the family room, giving the woman space.

When morning came, it felt colder than usual.

The bed was spacious, and Risa was sure that Ezra did not sleep there last night. He touched the part beside him that felt cold, negative thoughts started popping up again. Imagine the man seeing his lover again.

His negative thoughts only stopped when he saw Ezra coming out of the bathroom, their views met. But there was absolutely no smile for her husband today.

Achy feeling struck when Risa tried to wake up, hapir overnight he did not change his sleeping position and now a sore feeling struck from the nape to the waist.

The swift man helped her wake up, not paying attention to the sharp gaze that Risa blurted out.

***

"I miss my parents" Risa said one night.

Ezra looked at her softly, "We'll go there if we do,"

It feels like they are back in their early marriage situation, Risa is starting to feel like she used to be again. Unappreciated, in a way that cannot be explained.

She was just the place where her husband came home, maybe she was still visiting the girl. Why every thought of her heart throbbed pain.

"No, I want to go home,"

"You mean?"

"I want to calm my mind,"

Ezra touched his wife's face in a panic, "Sa don't be so sure, I don't want to be away from my son!"

"But I can't believe it," Risa cupped her husband's hand on her cheek.

"I need to calm down, we should both reflect! where do all this go!"

Her husband rubbed her hair gently.

"Let me deliver,"

Ezra finally gave up on Risa's decision.

***

They arrived at her Papa Risa's house Sunday morning, not far enough indeed from their own residence. Risa got out of the car without waiting for Ezra, the man pulled his car over in the yard of his in-laws house.

Mr. Tiyo Asjad is enjoying a cup of tea in the backyard of their house, which is now in a small field to grow various kinds of hydro vegetables.

Maya's mother, who first saw her daughter-in-law's car, stopped in front of the house, and hurriedly opened the door. She smiled gently when she saw her daughter get out of the car, Maya's mother approached her son.

Risa kisses her Mom's hand, sometimes she often forgets that she still has a mother like Maya's. That never differentiated between him and his real son.

Maya's mother is more than a stepmother to Risa, she has been her Mom since she was a teenager. He never lacked the love of a mother.

"Your mother wanted to call you, miss this beautiful daughter," Maya's mother accompanied Risa's shoulder to enter the house.

While Ezra dropped off some of the items Risa needed.

"Let's get Ezra in" Ezra smiled and kissed her in-laws' hands.

They all went into the house.

"Where's dad?"ask Ezra.

"It's a habit of being shabbily in the back, again loving her gardening,"

Risa smiled at the angry tone of her mother's voice, while Ezra paused to approach her father-in-law.

"Forgotten to have parents, why rarely come here Sa?"

Risa smiled shyly at hearing her mother's words.

"Eat Risa here, kangen Mamah Papah," said Risa.

"You're nginep, right?"

"Ezra's coming home tomorrow, there's something I want to talk to you about,"

Maya's mother stroked her daughter's hair slowly, "Why Sa, is there a problem?"

"I want to stay here for a while," his mother frowned.

"Who do you think you're talking to, of course you can stay no matter how long Sa, we're your parents!"

Risa hugged her mother tightly, now here in her arms she returned to be her parents' little girl. Freed for a moment from the various domestic tempests with Ezra, he wanted to focus on his family that would face the birth of the baby several months later.

***

"It's healthy for you Za" asked Mr. Tiyo, as his daughter-in-law kissed his hand.

"Healthy pa, Papa how?"

"Healthy, just like back pain, common old man."

"Jerry's with Jerom?"

"The most in his room, already big they can not play his Papa anymore."

They laughed, Mr. Tiyo often told me how naughty the twins were.

"Some healthy, son,"

"Healthy Pa, but start eating less, bandel!" said pensive.

"You got a problem?"

Ezra didn't know what to answer to his in-laws, there was no way he could tell the problem they were facing.

"Ezra wants to leave Risa, he says he wants to be here" said Ezra with full appeal.

"Sisa's already in Papa's custody of her baby, where maybe Papa objected."

"Thank you pa,"

"But Za, if you have a problem, don't let it drag on. A woman's heart is weird, it's hard to guess."

"Yes pa,"

***

Risa stared at the star from the window she opened, the day was very bright weather to the point that the star looked like a sprinkling of sand. Very much.

Ezra put Risa's suitcase near the bed. Then he approached his wife, closing the window in front of her. Risa looked at him annoyed, but she ignored him.

"The wind that night was not good Sa," he said straightforwardly.

The woman turned around to her suitcase, checking the items she would need while here. After Ezra who sat next to him.

He looked at Risa softly, the woman was almost devastated, "Take care of our child," he said.

Seraut sadness appeared on the face of her husband, she reached out her big hand rubbed Risa's hair and then went down to her rounded cheeks.

"Don't mind much, call me as often as possible," he rubbed his wife's cheeks gently.

He could not deny really enjoy that soft touch, no matter what their circumstances are now. The presence of the child he was carrying did make their relationship feel more different, if they decided to really separate.

Not a single tear fell from the woman's eyelid, she began to sob slowly. Ezra could not bear to hold her in his arms. Kissing his hair many times, rubbing his wife's shoulders gently. Saying an apology.

It could be their last, but he was determined to solve the problem he had been working on for years in his life. It was time for him to solve this still unfinished problem.

Ezra pulled his wife's chin, then kissed her gently. Muffling every heartbreaking sobbing, wanting to absorb all the sadness of the mother of her child. Hugged him as hard as he could.

Before tomorrow, they will be far apart. There will be no more friends to just chat before going to bed, they will be equally vulnerable.

Tonight, only tonight will he absorb all his strength so as not to miss Risa too much. His wife who is not demanding, and able to be patient for all his actions that can not be forgiven.