The Incomplete Love
Hanna Merajalela

Thoriq repeatedly sighed. He did not eat rawon cooked by Hanna. Either rawon or what because it feels really not because.

Hanna was busy chattering. Now they live in a rented house while waiting for the house they just bought to be repaired. In this neighborhood Hanna met with mothers and immediately joined the arisan group.

After Ella and Fauzan do not want them to extend the apartment rental, Hanna initially insists that they stay at Qiara's house, after all, no one is inhabited. Thoriq's heart was ripped to the ground again.

Thoriq refused firmly. Never again would he let Hanna come to his house with Qiara. Until at any time, the house was his and Qiara's.

Finally, by force, Hanna agrees they contract the house first.

Since Qiara left, Thoriq lost weight. His eyes were radiating fatigue.

He thought about where Qiara was, was his wife in good shape? Will they be able to meet, only once so that he can ask for forgiveness.

Thoriq was also tired of Hanna's spoiled attitude. Her pregnancy was used to ask for this on Thoriq.

Once again Thoriq sighed, thinking about his life that had suddenly fallen apart in two months.

“Mas, eat dong, from earlier like people want to be put to death.”

“Udah full, Hanna.”

Thoriq got up to take his plate to the sink. He looked back at the unwelcome pile of unwashed dishes from last night.

“Mas, all those dishes that were washed this morning, yes. That was Hanna nausea,” said his wife berkilah. Even though he had all day just to play neighbors and watch drakor.

Thoriq nodded, lazily arguing with Hanna.

“Mas, Hanna pegel her feet. Later pijitin dong,” the door spoiled.

“Hanna, Mas also cape. It just came home, the house is still a mess, kept told pijitin.”

“Yes how, Hanna kan pegel, bring’an baby. Hanna wait in the room, yes, Mas.” Hanna passed into the room changed into official clothes. Thoriq hadn't touched her in a long time.

Thoriq continued to finish the dishwasher. Living with Hanna is like living with a lazy, spoiled teenage boy. He had no desire to try to open his heart to Hanna. What he does is a duty.

Every day, the man lives in a void for a responsibility that has ruined his happiness.

Hanna had already walked into the room without tidying up the TV room. Snack wrappers are still scattered, food crumbs, dirty dishes are still on the table.

“Hanna, here,” call Thoriq see the TV room which is still like a ship breaking.

“Ya Mas, Hanna has fallen, mager deh. Mas here aja, Temenin Hanna,” replied his wife from inside the room, ready to welcome the arrival of Thoriq.

“Hanna!” Call Thoriq in a louder tone.

Hanna walked out wearing the thin nightgown she just bought.

“Hanna was sleepy, wanted to be massaged Mas,” reply spoiled while walking closer to Thoriq in a seductive style.

Thoriq shook his head with only a glance. Her body was too tired and her heart was too upset at Hanna's childish behavior. Even the sexy lingerie featuring Hanna's assets didn't tease her at all.

“Clean the TV room bring the dishes here so that Mas wash all you guys,” his word while continuing to clean the dishwasher.

Thoriq lost his patience. He slammed the plate he held until it broke.

Hanna was shocked, away from her husband's body.

“What do you want? You're just pregnant, not paralyzed. Many pregnant women can work. You think you're not tired? Hanna, Mas tired of inner birth. At work tired, home messy.”

“Kan Hanna has repeatedly asked for ART,” denied Hanna.

“ART? What's your job Hanna? Besides watching drakor and gossip at the neighbor's house?”

“Who is gossiping? Hanna's talking about investing. After all, Hanna's legacy money does not use Mas money at all!” Hanna remained calm.

Thoriq was about to answer when he suddenly felt nauseous. He immediately ran to the bathroom, spewing out all the contents of the stomach.

Hanna looked at him from afar, not wanting to get close because she did not like the smell of vomiting. Luckily for her pregnancy, she did not vomit.

After being relieved, while staggered, Thoriq took himself a glass of warm water. Hanna was already sitting again in the TV room, busy with her hape. No awareness taking care of her husband.

Not caring about the dishwasher that was still piling up, or the broken pieces of dishes that were strewn with Thoriq went into his room. Since moving into the contract they rarely sleep in the room unless Hanna pleads for Thoriq to touch her.

“Mas, where to go, Hanna would sleep with Mas ..” pinta Hanna saw Thoriq instead go into his own room.

“Other times, Mas not feeling well.” Thoriq went straight into the room, locked her up, and threw her body on the bed.

His work at the office went wrong, he was repeatedly rebuked, a divorce warrant from Qiara had reached his hands, and now he had to face a spoiled wife. The man rubbed his face rough.

“Qia, Qia, wherever you are, may your circumstances be better than Mas ..”

Thoriq fell asleep, without caring for Hanna who kept pounding on the door of her room. She dreams of Qiara coming to her wearing her pink sexy lingerie.

“Mas kangen you, Qia,” murmured.

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Hanna kicked at the door of Thoriq's room. Disappointed with her husband's behavior.

He thought that with Qiara gone, Thoriq would be devastated and give love as before to Qiara.

What is Hanna's lack anyway? He was a village flower, his body was not very tall but also not as beautiful as Qiara. His body is insanely full. Once in the village he always wore a veil, but since pregnancy he decided to take it off on the grounds of heat.

Thoriq had a hard reprimand, but as usual Hanna heeded. She wants Thoriq's love, Thoriq's affection, Thoriq's body, but Hanna is reluctant to place herself as an obedient wife. Until finally Thoriq does not care if Hanna does not wear open clothes if outside the house.

Thoriq's form of indifference was interpreted as a victory for Hanna. He is increasingly rampant with desires that often do not care about Thoriq.

Hanna thought Thoriq only needed time to forget about Qiara. So that every time Thoriq went home from office she deliberately acted so that her husband did not have time to think about Qiara.

That night Hanna hoped that Thoriq would provide an inner living. For almost three weeks, her husband did not touch her. Hanna's chest felt tight to resist the lust that did not arrive. He continued banging on Thoriq's door and finally stopped after hearing a snoring from behind the door.

Once again at the door of Thoria's room. While glancing at the dishwashing that was still piling up and the flakes of the dishes Hanna muttered in annoyance, “Who told her to slam the plates.”

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