WEARY
She who?

everything." everything." Patting slowly on the tomboyish woman's shoulder, Rea passed towards the front of the park to wait for her order ojek. Leaving Karin in the parking lot.

He couldn't talk about Bram when he was in a good mood.

***

As expected, he arrived after the Maghrib Adhan was proclaimed. The streets of this hour are still jammed, because of the many workers who just came home from work, the entrepreneur who just closed his shop, or like himself, came home after spending time to entertain himself.

Bram's car is parked in the garage. Tumben her husband came home quickly, she thought.

Rea entered immediately after saying a greeting but there was no answer.

In the room, Bram was praying.

Rea took a shower and used light blue pajamas.

"Home home, Re? How many times did I call you, but your number is not

After praying, she found Rea sitting at the dresser. Look at her face while combing her hair.

"So I met Karin, Mas." That's how he is, answering as necessary without wanting to explain anything.

And that's because asked, if Bram takes silent steps then he will be silent.

Rea got up from his seat, then moved. Sitting on the edge of the bed, and facing towards Bram.

Bram was sitting on a sofa opposite the bed.

Recalling the message her mother sent about two weeks ago, Rea was meeting men at a cafe near Minimarket where they usually shop.

Instantly there was pain in Bram's heart. Feelings of anger, disappointment, and betrayal raged in there.

It was like talking sarcasm to Rea about her relationship with the man, but Bram wasn't enough evidence.

Just one

"Other times if you want to go say, let Mas not be confused think you where, the same who, just what." Bram tries to get Rea to talk, to stop the frost in his household.

"Have you ever asked my permission to leave? Did you ever tell me that you were leaving? Have you ever thought about how I feel waiting without knowing whether or not Mas will come home?" Rea ventured to look into Bram's eyes.

They clashed, but not for long. Rea Muga didn't expect that, right? Silence, cold, never talking, totally changed!" Bram was already unable to contain his emotions, even now he was already standing before Rea.

"What do you mean?" Bram frowned, confused by the cold woman's words.

"Noritas ... I know there's Ayra in your heart, Mas" said

Rea sat on the edge of the bed, with his hands covering part of his face.

Bram knelt down, then pulled Rea's hand into his grasp.

"Hey, you misunderstood. That's not true at all, honey. Ayra is just part of my past. I care about him, because I feel sorry. Purely out of pity and nothing more." Bram tries to convince Rea, she doesn't want her problems to get complicated.

Bram was also confused with his heart, he could not bear to see his wife crying. Especially the cause of the woman crying was her, her own husband.

But, near Ayra, she could not refuse anything she asked for. Refusing the invitation or request of the woman of his past is the same as incising his own guilt in his heart.

I don't know, right now his heart can't keep pace with logic.

Bram wants to have both. She was as naive as she was, she thought.

Rea fell silent, he would not believe what Bram said. He's not that stupid.

"Living poor taught me to use logic, not just the heart. I should have followed my logic at that time, where maybe the rich and handsome men in Mas Bram's class could love me very much. It turns out that now my logic is correct, I'm just a runaway. In the past, let alone think of being able to marry you, hoping to dream of you I didn't dare, Mas."

Bram was silent, an overwhelming feeling of guilt filled his chest cavity to the point of making him short of breath.

"It's not like you imagined, I can explain everything, honey." Bram begged

"Enough! This time let me do the talking, Mom. Isn't this what you want from this relationship?" Rea looked at Bram sharply, right now emotions were completely mastering him.

"You come home late a lot, because I think you go out with your friends to get rid of boredom. A husband needs entertainment, right? You come home late a lot, because I think you're overtime. Isn't work more important than me?"

"Dear, don't talk like that. There are many things you don't understand!" Bram tries to stop Rea. He could not bear to hear all the pain his wife had caused by him alone.

But it seemed like Rea was not affected in the slightest, she did not listen to Bram's words.

"Every time I wash your clothes, there's always the smell of a woman's perfume. But I always thought it was the smell of your secretary or employee perfume in the office. But after I realized, the smell of perfume was always the same, almost every day. And now I know, it's the smell of your woman's perfume, Ayra. It hurts here, Mas. It hurts so much." Rea was crying, spilling all the pain she had been trying to suppress all this time.

Bram hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead many times. He was afraid, afraid that he would lose his wife so soon. Even before she said the word love for the first time. He won't lose Rea.