The Tears of Shafira
Chapter 5

“Uuh!” the voice from Erick's mouth ripped Shafira's daydream, about the incident where she received the sacred bond of promise the man had spoken to her.

Erick looked uncomfortable lying on the couch. Shafira immediately picked up the blanket, to cover her husband's innocent body with teetering steps.

“Mas! Sleep in bed there!” Shafira said as she enveloped Erick who after being content to torment her, instantly fell asleep on the sofa.

Erick opened his eyes with a look of annoyance, because he thought Shafira had disturbed his sleep. Face pouting. He pulled the blanket roughly and strode over to the bed, then lay there on his stomach.

While Sapphira ignored her pain, to cleanse herself and treat some bruises all over her body. In the past, she was a woman who was very careful in taking care of her skin. The mother has taught various ways both traditional and modern treatments in general. However, that smooth skin was now already filled with scars. He did not know whether his scar could soon disappear, or would settle permanently on his white skin.

Just as he finished applying the ointment, suddenly Safira heard the sound of the door opening. He also turned his head.

Wulan stood there with her fierce face staring dislike and hostility at her. Fortunately, he had finished wearing his clothes.

“Why are you here?” wulan asked curtly, both of his hands seemed clenched holding back furiously.  

“No!” safira replied flatly, he knew that Wulan was upset at that time.  

“What did you just do?”

“I told you, right? Nothing!”

Sapphira's reply further enraged Wulan. How not to get angry, he was surprised when he saw Shafira sitting in front of the dressing table, in the room he occupied with Erick. Ever since he lived in that house, he has been sleeping there.

Especially when he saw Erik who fell asleep face down in a state almost without clothes. Just a blanket that covers the waist to the feet. As a woman, of course she knew what the man had just done with Sapphira.

His grudge grew stronger, like a fire doused with gasoline. His heart grew hotter, the hatred for Sapphira outweighed Erik's policy toward his wife.

While Shafira realized that the room was her room as a legitimate wife. Of course she was more entitled than her husband's mistress.  

Shafira also walked out, with pain in the groin. His facial expression was indifferent as if nothing had happened. He would not show the slightest weakness in front of Wulan. Whatever she did, or all that was done in that house, was solely for her husband. He still has hope, because hard stones can be hollow only with continuous drops of water. What about a softer human heart, it will definitely melt as well.

He passed by Wulan just like she wasn't there. Then, walking to his own room left the busy moon calming down.

Wulan did not think that Erik would still want to have a husband and wife relationship with Sapphira. He thought that all this time enough himself was used as an outlet, the outpouring of his lover's maleness. However, what he saw this time was so painful.  

Erick's actions seemed to not appreciate him as a lover. However, Erik's actions to Wulan were tantamount to disrespecting Sapphira as his legal wife.  

However, Shafira persists for her trust if one day, Erik will change. In addition, he does not want to play games with his marriage and appreciate his mother's will before she dies.

While Wulan was the same, he endured for the sake of his love for Erick, who was already imprinted in his heart. He believes that the man will defend himself, and will someday divorce Shafira.  

When the working hours had run out earlier, he had to look for Erik in the office, but he saw the personal space of his lover was deserted. He went straight home, because Erik's phone was difficult to contact. He could not believe that the man was in his house. That means Erick has gone home while still working hours.

“Eh, wait!” wulan said before Safira could get out.

“Do not be noisy, my husband will wake up. He just slept from exhaustion!”

Plaque!

Again Wulan managed to slap Safira's cheek before he was able to dodge.

“Don't repeat what you did, soon Erik will marry me so, you have no right to enter this room, you know?”

“Serah!” safira replied that she did not care about the woman. Although upset and angry, but he did not vent it on Wulan, because for him it was not elegant. Let the Lord return the deeds of both of them.

No matter where humans are, infidelity will never be justified no matter what the reason. So, there must be karma someday that will repay all kinds of cruel acts. Moreover, the actions of someone who cannot appreciate a sacred bond.

Sapphira went to her own room, she closed the door tightly. Then, lean his body there and throw it on the floor, crying. He held back his cries as much as possible, but now he could not hold back his tears. The clear circle also slid swiftly on his cheeks without being prevented.  

For a long time she shed a cry while hugging her knees. Hoping that the tightness in his chest could be reduced, but in fact the sense of being squeezed was still entrenched there. I don't know what's in his heart. Between hate and love, wanting to go and survive mixes into one.  

Last night Shafira did not come out of the room as she continued to cry and then, fell asleep after exhaustion.  

The next morning, Shafira woke up with a puffy face from crying for too long. He went to the kitchen because his stomach was hungry. He wanted to cook something for himself.

In addition, as a good wife she made breakfast for Erik. All he did was simply, because he did not want to make his mother who was in nirvana disappointed. The mother did not want her son to be a dissident wife to her husband.  

She still remembered how her mother's expression was, when she wore the wedding dress that her mother-in-law gave her, in the hospital at that time. The middle-aged woman looked so happy, even though the clothes she was wearing were very, very simple. Far from a wedding dress as in her shadow.  

Therefore, the smile of the mother is the strength for her to continue to survive in marriage even though it is very painful.

Shafira was still providing some food on the table, when Erick and Wulan came down from her room on the second floor. They walked slowly while holding hands, as if deliberately showing their affection in front of Sapphira.

The pair of lovers looked very happy, even occasionally Erik seemed to kiss Wulan on the cheek and the woman wrapped her hands tightly around her waist. He seemed to be afraid of losing if the man was taken by Shafira.

They walked towards the dining table still embracing each other.

“Honey, let's have breakfast!” erick said while pulling up a chair to be occupied by Wulan.

“Thank you Darling!” wulan said as if releasing her embrace.

Sapphira ignored the actions of the two of them and assumed that he was watching a soap opera on television about a friendly scene. He sat down while enjoying his breakfast because his stomach was rumbling to be filled.

“Hai! Where is breakfast for Wulan?” Erick yelled at Sapphira loudly, making the woman stop chewing the jam-coated toast.

Shafira looked towards Erick and Wulan alternately. He felt he was not wrong, because deliberately only prepared two dishes of food. At the table there was only breakfast for her and her husband.

Wulan was not part of his family, nor was his brother. He was just an uninvited guest, let alone his job just hurting him. So, why would he prepare breakfast for that woman now.  

“Can't you make toast?” shafira asked flatly, while chewing her food.