Roses, Not Balsa
Grief Arsy
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Not everywhere Adi went after making a mess at home, he went straight to Siska's house. The woman who became his mistress.
Tok tok!
"Siska!" his shout called out, along with the hand that kept knocking on the door.
"Yes!" Shouted from within, it was very clear it was the voice of Siska.
The sound of footsteps came closer and closer to Adi, and after that before long the door slowly opened. Adi was already impatiently waiting until Siska came out.
"Mas," For a moment Siska was surprised by his arrival but it was not long since she immediately smiled.
"Why don't you call me first if you want to come. Siska can prepare food and also clean up" he said. His hand immediately grabbed Adi's arm and invited him in. The door closed after that.
"Hem, sorry. I was upset at home so I came here. It's okay, right?" Adi turned his head for a while towards Siska and while walking on.
"It's okay, Mas. Siska was happy that we were here. Especially if until Mas stay overnight, Siska so not lonely at home" he said.
Siska led Adi to sit down after Siska moved away to get her a drink in the kitchen. Before long he returned with a tray with a small teapot and a cup.
Siska sat down next to him and started concocting drinks for Adi.
"There must be a problem with your wife, right, Mas?" tanyakanya.
"Who else if not him, that fool always makes my blood boil." replied Adi lazy if you have to tell me about Arsy again.
"And I told you, Mas. It is better that Mas divorce him like that Mas will never be upset with him again." advised Siska, "it is in the drink to be calmer."
"Thank you" Adi replied as she received a cup from Siska.
"A fool like him why is he still in defense, Mas. Waste of energy." Siska's back is pumping, indeed that's what she will always do so that Adi as soon as possible divorce Arsy and he can replace her. What a wicked intention.
"Hem, I'll do it as soon as possible." replied Adi. Back he gave the cup to Siska.
After being placed on the table Siska directly leaned on Adi's body, his hands toyed on his chest which was still covered with a shirt.
"Mas, I want to sleep here, right tonight? Siska needs warmth." she said in a very seductive tone.
"Sure, I'll sleep here and it'll warm you up." Adi's hand embracing Siska's shoulder drew her closer until she was easier to give a kiss to Siska's forehead and head.
The aroma in her hair was so intoxicating to Adi, making her feel at home and want to always be by her side.
Siska raised her face she looked up and so aggressively she kissed Adi's lips and of course would get the same reply. Really, they are a couple who both do not know themselves.
"Want to take a warm bath first to be more relaxed?" said Siska offering after removing her lips from Adi.
"May," Of course Adi will accept the offer.
Siska moved, as soon as her hand slipped from Adi's. Smooth skin is certainly very tempting for Adi, not only on the hands, but on his neck that level, the front chest that almost shows the thighs and legs that are so smooth, so that his legs are so smooth, all very tempting.
"Don't be long" said Adi.
"Yes, it won't." Very slowly Siska let her go into the room and will prepare warm water for Adi's bath. The bathroom was inside Siska's room, so yes that's where she prepared it.
Not wanting to linger Adi immediately moved, following Siska into his room. Seeing Siska who was bowing in the bathroom made Adi so impatient, he immediately hugged her from behind.
"Hem, how about we soak together?" Adi's request was very crazy, asking other women who are not his wife. But it turns out, the crazy request was nodded by Siska.
"Alright, I also feel very sultry." The answer.
Adi smiled, she was so happy and very happy. It is fun and makes it excited like getting a very potent vitamin in an instant.
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The night is getting late. Arsy leaned his back against the headboard with one hand as a cushion for Laili who was already sleeping while one hand still continued to stroke her front hair.
Arsy can't sleep, and Adi hasn't come home yet. Either, he will go home or not Arsy does not know but if he does not go home Arsy is very sure that Adi must be in his place.
Suddenly his tears just escaped, flowing one by one remembering the sweet memories of when he was a couple, but the sweet memories just changed after the wedding. And everything was slowly becoming bitter and now it was getting more and more painful.
"Why can it be like this, Mom. You used to be so nice, so sweet but why are you changing now." Arsy's crying broke.
Although he used to only work in one of the food stalls, but Arsy had time to work. Even in that place Arsy knows Adi because Arsy works in front of the factory where Adi works until now.
If Adi had not asked him out, Arsy would have been able to continue working there. Is he too stupid to always follow what Adi says?
Attention, sweet words, and everything Adi did was still neatly arranged on his memory tapes, no glimmer was forgotten. Arsy still keeps it so tight today. But not for Adi who has forgotten everything.
"Will our relationship end in divorce, Mom?" It still feels very heavy if you remember all the memories. But want how, memories are just memories that cannot happen in the present.
Does Arsy have to be sincere and release Adi?
In the face of Laili's innocent face, she never even got the affection of her father even though they were under one roof. They are father and son, but like strangers who will only say hello once or twice when they meet.
"Then what about Laili?" mumbling again.
If they parted how Laili felt, whether she would be fine or not, Arsy was very scared.
Not only was he living alone now, there was also Laili who he had to think about his future. Which one will be the best path, is the breakup or may it last?
In the kiss once but with a long time Laili's forehead, until he did not realize there was a drop of clear dripping on Laili's hair.
"Really, this is very painful." he murmured.
'Why are you crying again, is it because of you?' inner Laili who remains pretending to sleep.
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In one of the city's housing estates, Frans also can't sleep. After completing his work he was still awake, even the coffee that became his friend had been exhausted.
Can't be because coffee doesn't make him sleepless? Frans is not like that, even though he consumes coffee if he breaks down his body will definitely stay asleep immediately, but why not now?
"Astaghfirullah, what is this?" muttered.
Frans sat back from his sleep, turning to the clock that marked eleven o'clock at night. Usually at nine he is also asleep.
"I'm not hungry, nor am I jubilant but why can't I sleep anyway?" His complaint.
There is a real picture of a picture of a woman on the nightstand. Frans turned his head and took it, he smiled looking at the smiling photo of the woman.
"You're always sweet, Arsy. Am I so cowardly that I dare not express my feelings to you? Yep! I am a coward who can only admire you from behind. I'm a coward." I admit.
Black hijab woman with a face without acne but not white, Arsy who has yellow skin with a smile so sweet that always able to thrill the heart of Frans Samuel.
"Yes! I realize I was wrong. I shouldn't have liked you Arsy, you're somebody's wife. I was wrong." he said.
Frans continued to talk, as if he was talking to Arsy in the photo.
"If I had known you earlier than Adi, I would have had you and I would have delighted you, Arsy. I will never let you suffer and work hard on your own. It won't."
Slowly Frans again tore his body down on his mattress, a photo of Arsy he put in front of him who slept slanted and kept him staring.
"If you were here Arsy was with me. We will be happy." he murmured.
It is painful indeed, to love in silence, to love a woman who is the wife of another man and would be so impossible to obtain. But how will you? Frans couldn't shake that feeling even though he had tried so hard.
The longer the feeling is not getting lost, but the bigger it is.
"Oh Allah, forgive me if this feeling I have forced to be present. But if this feeling comes from You, then let me keep it to the end." Mumbled.
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