Shanum Marwah's
6. Arrival of special guests

There was a knock on the door as the night began to crawl up. Unusual at his house the arrival of guests above nine o'clock in the evening. Moreover, the gate has been closed tightly even though it has not been locked.

I still can't figure out who the guests are. Therefore, women using a home-based gamis feel a little restless when going to open the door.

Chequek.

The door slowly opened wide which left him stunned for a moment.

The handsome figure of a dashing pus stood in front of him with his half-white hair neatly arranged. Typical of someone he always misses in fact. But, ditch the beautiful shadow when the woman remembers every painful thing.

"Roman!"

****

The rain fell very hard then. There was even the sound of lightning striking that was so terrifying. Very complete now the mood is turbulent.

The night is getting late can not miss every memory that has been stored in the heart. She, the figure of a beautiful gentle woman is now helpless over the story that is maintained.

"I can't stay here anymore!"

"Let me go."

While still sobbing the woman started packing her clothes. There was a red box in front of his eyes. He loves every fruit of love that has ever been created. Slowly the red box grabbed him with a broken feeling.

The sparkle of diamonds that he got on the wedding day was so dazzling to the eyes. No, in fact the precious thing cannot melt his heart. For a moment the expensive thing was closed and returned to its place. She chose to leave all her memories with the man who was her husband.

"This is all useless."

talking with lips vibrating. He remembered how beautiful and happy the night was on his wedding day.

Her husband's favorite nightgown she saw with increasingly tight breathing. He could no longer bear to see everything that reminded him of the love he had for that man.

Swallowing his saliva violently while crying nonstop. His world has been destroyed.

"I'd better leave all this behind."

Very true to feel. He put back a suitcase that was ready to be filled with various belongings. Honey, all that's been undone.

Rubbing his face rough. He can no longer wait any longer. Even the night time is over. He cannot think clearly at this time. All he wanted was to cry in the arms of a mother.

"I'd better go home now."

Slowly, footsteps approached the door. She hoped that the man who had the status of her husband had gone from the door. In fact, he was very wrong. The man had even fallen asleep next to the door, sitting under the floor with his legs bent.

Slowly the door closed again. Then he thought. Remember the story on TV. He ran small to the big window. Swallowing his saliva rough. He was not that brave to go down with a sheet.

"There's no other way. I should be able to get out of here!"

His resolve was complete. He could no longer live in that house. Her husband's fault has exceeded the limit.

As the woman gathered courage, she began to pull the sheets and roll them up. Take another two sheets to tie to make it longer. It feels long enough. He immediately did the action. Tying bed linen on wooden windows that are felt strong enough.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim."

It started to slowly descend with a feeling of fear as well as anxiety. He felt that rain began to wash over his body.

He really can't back down when he's in the middle of the road. Because he was so afraid, he closed his eyes when he was in the second bed sheet.

Sudden anxiety when it is almost up to the third bed sheet. He felt the cloth he was holding as if it was slumping slowly. With mixed feelings, emboldened the woman to look up.

And .... Brruuuuukkkk

Maya fell.

"Allahu Akbar!"

Eeeeuuuuuhhhhc ....

Complaining pain. He felt his buttocks and thighs ache for a moment. Fortunately, he did not fall too high. Feeling grateful that the grass he was guarding well can help him not be so sick when he fell.

Withstanding the pain in the back. Maya started walking. He will definitely meet Mr. Eko as the housekeeper. That doesn't make him back off.

"Mistress?"

Frowning and also staring in surprise, the tan-skinned man stepped closer as he was patrolling the courtyard of the house.

"Where is the lady going? Rain like this!"

It does. The weather outside is still raining, but it's not as wide as it was. He could see if his master was a little cold.

"Let me call you, sir."

Suddenly, Maya's face turned fierce. He stared intently at Pak Eko firmly withstanding the cold that started piercing his skin.

"Stop!"

"I want you to shut up, Eko!"

"But, Mistress?"

"Call him after I'm gone!"

Eyes reddened with trembling lips, the woman was no longer able to withstand the cold that was increasingly tormenting her.

He immediately ran to his car. The result of her hard work before she became a great mistress.

Quickly he immediately brought the four-wheeled object out of the dream house that he had made heaven.

Back the woman cried as she began to move away from the palace that she had occupied all this time. The love that as long as he feels he can no longer enjoy.

"Forget all about it, Maya!"

"He's gone too far!"

"It doesn't deserve you, crying for a guy like him!"

Chatting with anger. He tried to vent all his disappointment and heartache on the man.

****

Buyar is his daydream. When his name sounded on the air.

"May."

Smiling the figure of the man who still occupied his heart. Lying if the woman is not happy about his arrival. However, disappointment dominates the feelings that have been hurt.

"Sorry, I came too late."

Offering a brown paper bag. The woman refused to accept it.

"Maya, accept! It's a gift from Japan for you and for my daughter."

Maya gulps her saliva rough. Her chest starts to feel tight every time she hears that her ex-husband is saying the word "my daughter" to Shanum. True indeed, Shanum was his daughter, but somehow he was so sick when he heard it.

"I just got to the airport and I'm heading straight here."

"Receive it!"

Sure enough, for two months he had not seen the man stop by on the grounds of wanting to meet Shanum. But in his heart he really misses.

There is no clear status between the two. Their divorce never went well. Radit always refused the court's invitation. Until now, their relationship is still floating.

Even so, Radit often comes to melt Maya's heart. Honey, the woman was not easily swayed by her stance. So does Radit, he still wants to continue to be bound even though his female idol always rejects his presence.

"Yes, thank you."

Momentary silence.

"Do you not intend to ask me to sit for a moment?"

Maya once again swallowed her rough saliva. His heart is already racing. It was so great that the man ransacked his heart. Lying if Mata is not happy about the presence of the man, but he also cannot express his feelings openly.

As always. The man without shame simply stepped into Maya's house. Open the door wide. He also turned his body. The figure of a handsome man who was somehow of what status stood in front of the stairs while shaking his waist.

"Shanon!"

Quite loud to sound. The man looked impatient to meet his beloved daughter.

"It's night, Radit! I think he ..."

A girl came out of her room. With his nightgown and long hair down, he began to step down when he saw the figure of the man he really missed.

"Papa."

Maya closed her eyes. It will surely be much longer he will have to firmly hold himself above his deep yearning.

With mixed feelings, Maya also stepped into the kitchen to shift the increasingly tormented self.

"I'll make you some tea."

Never thought of before. Stifled steps as it flashed beside the man. How not, his hand was tightly blocked by Radit.

The two pairs of eyes stared at each other in longing. They actually still love each other, but circumstances cannot be accepted with the airy chest. Especially now that Radit already has a daughter from another woman who makes Maya once again feel heartbroken.

"No need to bother. I just want to let go of the miss."

Smiling so sweetly at the man and once again Maya is driven mad by the circumstances that have so greatly destroyed her entire heart.

He held back the cry as well holding back on the desire to hug. The woman had struggled to look tough every time she met the figure of the man who had taken her whole life.

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