The Beginning of the Catastrophe
EARLY LIPSTICK STAIN PATCHES

Kirana squeezes the husband's shirt with a red lipstick stain on her shoulder. He closed his eyes for a moment to reduce the tension that came. However, the more he tried to get rid of the bad thoughts that came, the stronger the reality that jolted.

Not to lose her surprise, Kirana was again faced with the smell of rose-flavored perfume that smelled from the suit her husband wore last night. The woman put the shirt and suit on top of the washing machine and looked at him fixedly. His heart throbbed with pain as the worst possible thing in his cranium flashed.

Kirana lowered her head for a moment before she restored her coarse hair. Then, reach into the pocket of the worn negligee and take out a piece of paper. He reopened the shapeless paper because it was squeezed strong, then read it once more. A nominal number has been transferred to the account of a man Kirana believes is the name of a woman.

“Ayu Pratiwi.”

Kirana shook her head strongly, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Then, put the shirt and suit into the washing machine with a little rough. He was still trembling and rubbing his already deeply wrinkled forehead. The thought of whose lipstick and perfume brashly clung to her husband's shirt, made her a little dizzy.

Not yet had time to stop the bad thoughts that began to fill his cranium, the sound of calls from behind made Kirana jerk. He immediately put the paper he had found back into the negligee's pocket. Then, commenting on the smile when Aji—suami— hugged from behind while pinning a kiss on his shoulder. For a moment, the woman bristled and shuddered amusedly.

“Mas, it's still morning, you know.”

“What's the matter, honey? Is there a ban if Mas ngerjain his own wife, hem?”

“Not there, anyway. But ...”

Not yet able to finish her words, Kirana was surprised when Aji suddenly carried her to the room. Then, put him in bed. Slowly, the man grabbed the child by the hair that covered Kirana's forehead before dipping her.

At a glance, Kirana glanced at the wall clock and pushed her man's chest slowly.

“Mas, it's too late for ...”

“Just a minute, Honey. Still time, kok.”

“But your job?”

“I'm the owner of that company, if you forget, baby. Being late a little bit will not change the situation.”

Kirana blushed and nodded as Aji looked at her fixedly. For a moment the thoughts raging about his findings this morning, disappeared along with the roar of passionate breath. Five minutes after carrying out her duties as a wife, Kirana walks into the bathroom and cleans herself. However, she was unmoved in the doorway when Aji again hugged her from behind.

“Still, yes, Darling.”

Kirana nodded and resigned as Aji led her into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes passed, they finished bathing and getting dressed.

Kirana first went down to the kitchen and made toast and milk. As soon as he saw the husband sitting at the dinner table, he immediately put the plate and glass in front of him.

“It’s okay, Darling.”

Kirana nailed her gaze to the man she had been married to for five years on the basis of love. Although his parents had doubted Aji, Kirana continued to fight for the blessing to come. The housewife that Kirana and Aji lived in was so perfect even though there was no child present.

Kirana was hit when all the pregnant programs that she lived had not yet produced results. Though the content is not experiencing problems, but until the fifth year of marriage, there are no signs of the coming of a descendant.

Luckily Aji always gave her support. Giving reinforcement and encouraging words so that Kirana does not constantly think about her problem. Kirana tried to ignore him, but of course it still disturbed her mind.

Thinking about the child, Kirana often daydreams even in front of her husband. Like that morning, she was unmoved in the doorway as she drove Aji to work.

“Honey, Mas leave first, yes?”

Seeing the outstretch of her hand ignored Kirana, Aji frowned. He waved in front of his wife's face and called out to her.

“Darling, kok, daydreaming. Think what?”

Kirana immediately regained her senses from her daydream. He stuttered and tried to smile. Then, take Aji's right hand before kissing her.

“Be careful on the road, yes, Mas.”

Feeling his question ignored, Aji flicked his shoulders before peeking at his wife's forehead. Then, stretch the distance and get in the car before driving it to the office.

After Aji's death, Kirana returned to the washing machine that had stopped spinning. He took out one by one the clothes that had been washed. His movement stopped when holding the shirt that had lipsticknya stain.

“The nodes can indeed be lost, but the memory will never be.”

Kirana. Then, complete the homework quickly before leaving for his place of business. Yes, Kirana has a beauty clinic built and managed since seven years ago. The venture was pioneered from scratch at its own expense without interference from its parents. Although since childhood Kirana always lived with abundant treasures, but she did not want to show it.

After setting herself up in the mirror, Kirana disguised her car keys and bag before sliding into her clinic. Arriving there, several employees greeted with smiles. Kirana replied and continued walking towards her room.

Time moves so fast that it doesn't feel dusk. Kirana rushes home having to prepare dinner for Aji. Five minutes before seven o'clock, all the dishes are on the table. He smiled with satisfaction and immediately cleaned up.

Kirana waits for Aji's arrival on the sofa, but a whack of fatigue puts her to sleep. He stammered awake when he heard the roar of a car entering the courtyard. Kirana glanced at the wall clock and was shocked.