Two Men
Death kick

Slowly, but surely. Two open eyes. Feeling the warmth that radiates to the whole soul of a person. Another breath other than her was clear. Who her?

Kania was surprised instead of playing, until moving both legs kicked Rangga. Throw the man under the bed screaming as loud as possible. "Let'soo!" It's going down. Can't imagine what happened. See yourself, be safe.

Rangga was surprised as well. His body crumbled due to the death kick of the Wife. "Astag." Istighfar of Kania's sentence was heard along with the establishment of Rangga while holding a sore waist.

"M-Mas." Kania's face was anxious. A technical error was made this morning. A person's self is indeed not well controlled, if already in a panic situation. "I-I'm sorry, Mom."

"Why are you, anyway?" Rangga still feels pain in the back. Not playing his wife's kick like a footballer who has been well trained and produces the most beautiful goals. "It's still morning, don't kick around!" A little upset too.

Kania looked down, embarrassed and pityed as well. "Sorry, Mom, I'm shocked." The woman can speak well now. "Why are we hugging? Did something happen last night?"

Rangga sat on the right side of the bed. Swiping slowly back. The body was crumbling, the first night passed by the bitter reality. Then, the second day was unlucky to come say hello. Want to protest, but life has been arranged God so beautiful. Not good either. "A lot happened last night, maybe you don't remember."

Hearing this made Kania raise her head. Staring at the back of the man who is now legally a priest. The time had just been four in the morning and the dawn prayer time was still half an hour away. They got up and made a scene. "Much happened?" Kania's mouth repeated Rangga's words accompanied by a soft nod from the man. "Attent, Mas. I don't understand."

Rangga let out a rough breath. Eyes still want to be closed. However, circumstances are not possible. Soon prayer time. "You don't need to understand, just think of it as a memory." Rangga smiled a little.

This was the point where Kania grew curious. Moving closer to Rangga, stood in front of the man and said, "What, the hell, has happened between us?" Curiosity ransacked the soul of a sweet woman who still wears a hijab in front of her own husband.

Kania's forehead shriveled tightly. Glancing at Rangga's right hand that was still stroking his back. Either the thought of which managed to pull Kania to move sat beside Rangga and gave a soft elusan also on the back of the Husband who was behind a white shirt. "I'm sorry about that. Honestly, I'm surprised."

Rangga. He who tries to keep his hands from touching Kania without permission can only feel the wife's tender elusan in the stillness of dawn.

"Maybe it'll be hard for me to adapt to our circumstances, but I'll try my best." Kania did not look Rangga in the eye at all. He chose to look at the walls of the hotel room in plain white. "You may also feel neglected, for I have not yet been able to fully withdraw to this wedding gate. Sorry."

Rangga. The man's brain digested every word that came out of Kania's mouth. Feeling there is an effort that is in between compulsion. "I don't really need you to adapt, because this marriage won't change anything in your heart." Rangga turned his head to the side along with Kania as well. Their eyes meet. The man flashed a smile like a rose, beautiful. "Be you, never change because of man. It's enough of this marriage to make you betray Radit, but don't force you to take my name to where Radit belongs."

Kania paused for a moment, then said, "Why? You don't want me to love this wedding?"

Clearly Rangga shook his head.

"Then?" Kania doesn't understand.

Rangga's right hand stalled forward. Touching Kania's right cheek for the first time and saying, "Let fate change you or this marriage. If we are meant to love each other, then. God has given us the best way to unite. Not just the body, but the soul among us. All that time, I set you free to love Radit."