The Incomplete Love
Dead Flea

Thoriq was in a car parked in the basement of the apartment he shared with Hanna.

Today he extended a one-day leave to search for Qiara.

He went to his wife's friends at work. No one wants to meet for any reason. Thoriq called his wife's best friend's husbands to ask if their wives were telling him about Qiara. They said there was no news of Qiara.

Thoriq even went to their residence, asking ART if there was Qiara there. Until finally decided to wait for Dhanu to finish the practice. But his only wife's brother was not found.

Finally, he decided to return to the apartment.

Thoriq opened his hape, looking for a photo of himself with Qiara. The man looked at his wife's face with sadness. I can't imagine any pain like this. Her chest was claustrophobic at the thought of no longer being able to meet Qiara, hearing her carefree chatter, unable to hug her body.

The presence of Hanna and the fetus in her stomach will not be able to replace her lost love. It was Qiara who kept him alive and had hope.

Thoriq thought about how he should behave to Hanna. The woman who is now pregnant with her child. Thoriq had to endure being angry because of Hanna's condition.

What a disappointment to Hanna and herself. As he began to open his heart, as his seed grew in the womb of the woman he had not yet fully loved, it was now Thoriq that it was Hanna who made Qiara leave.

Uninspired, Thoriq got out of the car. Her steps go to the apartment she lives in with Hanna.

“Assalamualaykum,” a message to Hanna who was sitting watching TV.

“Waalaykumussalam Mas.” Hanna was surprised because today Thoriq was supposed to be staying with Qiara.

Papa comes Nak,” said Hanna while rubbing her stomach.

He looked behind Thoriq, hoping that Qiara would be there. An absolute victory if her elder sister apologizes in front of their husband.

Not finding what Hanna was looking for thought Qiara decided to get a divorce because she could not accept the pregnancy. Moreover, Thoriq's face looks tangled.

“Whatever, the important thing is I do not need to share a husband again with Qiara,” her inner joy.

“What is the same as Mbak Qia, Mas?” Hanna could not hide her curiosity.

Thoriq tried to dampen emotions, making his tone flat and ordinary. She keeps reminding herself that Hanna is pregnant with her child.

“Hanna, Mas still tired, mbo’ ya told to sit first, offered to drink.”

“I even wait Mas make milk for me,” reply with spoiled.

Thoriq took a breath.

“Later Mas make, now Mas want to shower first.”

“Ih Mas, Hanna has been waiting. Why not kiss now?”

“You are also a wife when husband comes, kiss hands. Prepared drinking, snack. Pregnant or not pregnant, the obligation of the wife is to serve the husband.”

Hanna grunts. For him, it is the husband who must pamper and serve his wife, let alone be pregnant.

“Yes, yes Hanna makes coffee. Take a shower first. I pesenin martabak in front of the apartment, Hanna is also again peeper, from debay drooling.”

Hanna Jinjit kisses her husband's lips. Thoriq did not reply.

“Hanna peeper every time I go home kiss Hanna and debay. Now Hanna is ahead first huh. If called the chapter likes old.”

“Iya,” replied Thoriq flat then walked to his room.

The man sighed, looking at the extremely messy room. Food wrappers are scattered, blankets that are not neatened, have not yet weakened food and glasses that have been used everywhere.

Unlike the rooms in Qiara's house that were neatly arranged.

Thoriq saw if any clothes had been prepared for him. Once again resisting the disappointment of Thoriq taking clothes from the closet and going into the bathroom.

Waves of memories sprung up. Thoriq recalled how Qiara always welcomed him if he came home late due to overtime.

Even if they went home together, Qiara would immediately prepare bath water, clothes, make coffee and prepare snacks. Only then did his first wife clean up.

“Qia, where are you?” Lirih.

In the bathroom, Thoriq wet his body. This is his life now. Losing a woman he still loves dearly and having to live with a spoiled wife who wants to always be treated as queen.

The man stood for a long time under the shower. Tears drenched his face, repeatedly punching the wall with injured hands. The hand used to slap Qiara.

Thoriq snorted, “Even her husband's hand was hurt, Hanna did not pay any attention. For him seeing Qiara come to apologize is more important.”

“Mas, how long in the bathroom? Hanna laper, eat first, yeah. Or want to be in the shower?” Hanna's voice sounded seductive from behind the bathroom door.

“Mas is done, Hanna.” Truly Thoriq still wants to linger in the bathroom. Hope the hot water that touches his skin can eliminate regret.

Hanna returns to the TV room to eat a duck egg. Thoriq still did not want to get out of the shower.

“You must have been very sick all this time, Qia. But I'm sure you'd be willing to hang on if .. if I could take care of you that night.” Once again Thoriq hit the wall with his right hand. Under the water, the man's tears drenched his face.

After a while, Thoriq lazily picked up the towel, dried the body and put on his clothes. He came out to find Hanna had eaten almost all the martabak he bought.

“Mas long in the bathroom, so stay a little bit martabaknya. Hanna laper continues.”

“Habisin aja Hanna,” says Thoriq does not care.

“Siap, Papa,” again imitates the voice of a child. Thoriq shook his head.

He's looking for a cup of coffee.

“Hanna, which coffee Mas?”

“Oiya just wanted to make even forget. Make it yourself, all of you make my milk.”

Thoriq did not answer, the man made coffee for himself and pregnant milk for his wife.

“This Hanna.”

“Well, Mas Makasi. Hanna actually does not want milk but if Mas make Hanna want to drink.”

“So how was Mba Qiara?”

“Mas haven't met.”

“Loh how is that? Ms. Qiara is evil with Hanna and our fetus. Must be given a warning. Hanna does not want Mba Qia sickin Hanna again in the future.”

Thoriq did not know what to say to not explode. There are fetuses to be guarded, but there are wives to be educated.

“Mas know who is evil. Don't worry anymore. Hanna, I'm so tired. Please give me time to relax.”

Instead of letting her husband rest, Hanna sat on her lap. His face was facing Thoriq's. Smile seduces.

“Sini Hanna relax.”

“Hanna not kayak gini how to make husband break.”

Hanna grunts.

“Mas why the hell? Every business is the same Mbak Qia must continue to be evil with Hanna, yesterday Mas already dear.”

Thoriq was really frustrated. His chest almost exploded against the spoiled wife who was unwilling to understand the husband. The wife who had thrown a vile slander on Qiara. The wife who had made herself lose the only woman she loved.

“Hanna please prepare Mas dinner huh. Mas laper.”

With annoyance Hanna came down from Thoriq's lap. Take a packet of rice without bringing a plate, spoon, and fork.

“Mas eat first, Hanna is still full.”

Thoriq walked to the pantry, picked up the cutlery. Hanna was already sitting again in front of the TV while chewing on the remaining martabak crumbs in the package.

At the dinner table Thoriq ate by himself. The man had to make an effort to swallow every mouthful.

His throat was choked considering the Qiara who was now out of nowhere. Is he in good condition? Has the pain in his stomach gone? Many questions arose in Thoriq's mind.

“Mas, I'm still thinking Sister Qia. Although she is Mas's wife, but Hanna does not accept her treatment.”

Thoriq threw away the rice wrap, then took the hape from his bag. He could not bear to hear Hanna acting like a saint and continued to slander Qiara.

“Hanna, Mas want to see something.” Thoriq's voice sounded choked.

Hanna looked at him with a wondering look.

After Thoriq connected his phone to the TV, on the screen appeared CCTV footage of the incident at Qiara's house.

Hanna was pale.

Thoriq watched again every second that Hanna deliberately accused Qiara then herself who refused to hear Qiara's explanation and then repeatedly hurt his wife. The recording continued until Qiara was carried away by neighbors, unconscious, with a paper-white face.

When it was over, Thoriq turned off the TV. Didn't say anything—apa.

In a panic Hanna tried to defend herself, ”Mas was an edit. Hanna was actually pushed by Mbak Qiara! Hanna's stomach hurts a lot!”

Thoriq calmly played the recording again. Hanna shook her head refusing to watch.

“Ngak Hanna won't see. Hanna wants to be in the room. Hanna thinks Mas loves Hanna and our fetus. In fact Mas even conspired with Mba Qiara to slander Hanna!”

“Sit Hanna.”

Hanna rushed to the room. Thoriq confronted him, looking at Hanna with an inexplicable gaze that frightened Hanna.

“Mas says sit back and watch the video again second by second. Do you know where there was an edited incident? Sly girl! It's worth the doctors didn't find anything, it turns out you pretended!”

Thoriq told his wife to sit in front of the TV. This time Hanna did not dare to argue.

Once again they watched the footage. Thoriq's hands clenched. His face was red withstanding anger.

Hanna grabbed the hand of Thoriq who was still silently staring at the glass screen that displayed Qiara's face as pale as blood loss.

“Mas .. Mas Dengerin Hanna. Everything can be explained. Hanna admitted this because she did not want to share Mas Thoriq with Mbak Qia. Especially now that we're gonna have a kid soon. The fruit of our love. Hanna was more entitled to Mas Thoriq because Hanna was already pregnant. Hanna wants Mbak Qia to understand that, Mas. Hanna loves very much Mas Thoriq.”

Thoriq tried to control himself.

“Fruit of love you said? I don't love you yet, Hanna. Mas trying to get to know you further, make peace with the fact you are also Mas' wife. Butwhat? You even slandered Qiara, making Mas slap and push Qiara? That want you, Hanna?” Thoriq.

“But Hanna didn't tell Mas to hurt Ms Qiara!”

Thoriq tried hard to control emotions. There's a fetus to look after. His body trembled, his eyes staring intently at Hanna.

“Mas didn't expect you to be Hanna. Behind your innocence it turns out you are a cunning and manipulative woman who makes Mas hurt the only woman that Mas loved so much. You remember, yes. Mba Qiara is the only woman that Mas loves and will continue to be.”

“Mas!”

Thoriq looked at Hanna with a cold look.

“Make Mas, you are an obligation that must be fulfilled. Not more. I will love the baby in your womb. And don't try to do weird things that endanger my baby. Because if there's anything, whether you're intentional or not. I will not hesitate to divorce you. Mas no longer care about promises to Grandpa and Grandma.”

Thoriq tried hard not to slap Hanna like he slapped Qiara.

Hanna's tears are falling. Destroyed was all his attempt to snatch the love of Thoriq. Thoriq gently wiped the tears from Hanna's face.

“Don't be sad, my baby will be sad. Oya one more. This week is Mas's turn at Ms. Qiara's house. Although Mas's wife has left, but Mas will still stay there. You're all right here. Watch my baby.”

While sobbing Hanna said, “Our baby, Mas.”

“Baby. No more our word. As I said earlier that you are just an obligation that you have to fulfill. Don't expect more.”

Thoriq then left the apartment. Leaving the hanna. He stepped out regardless of Hanna's cries and lamentations.

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