
POV Calia
That afternoon I planned to prepare lunch for my children and my father and mother. However, my steps came to a halt on the doorstep of the room, as soon as I saw father coming out in a hurry, and quickly closed the door. What do you want dad? Finally I curiously looked from the window to the gate, where my father and, I slightly sharpened my vision. To make sure that what I see is true. Dad and two market thugs? Why did you meet them? Did they accidentally meet up ahead? Are you being threatened now? Are they looking for something because of me? Ah a lot of my thoughts, my vision was a little hindered by the barrier, but I was very sure father was talking to them, there was even a hand gesture of handing over something as well. That's what?
Looks like I need to go out and help you sort things out with those two thugs. With all the courage gathered, I opened the door, but as soon as I was about to step in, the father and the two men dispersed like they were done with their affairs. But father did not return to the house, he continued his steps either way to where. I better go back inside and ask Dad later.
*****
Hendri POV
I stumbled toward the slightly shabby rented house, where Sela and I now live, because it was the only one I could afford now. My jaw was really painful, my body was crumbled dimly due to the pounding blow I received earlier. Just because of a fucking can, I'm like this.
Not to mention I didn't get a job, then with what I can survive for the future. Looks like I have to force Sela to work as well, yes with that she can help me earn money. It's good that he just kept quiet and received a living from me, while I was tormented like this.
Bruk!
I sat myself in the reot chair in front of the house. Take a breath for a moment, trying to take off the load and feel tired.
"Sela, Sela." As much as I could, my mouth hurt as I spoke. I held onto my cheek, then came back screaming Sela's name that never came out too. What is he really doing? Is he taking a nap?
"Selaaay!"
Chequek!
"I am yes." The reply was a little stuttering, feeling guilty for a long time not opening me the door, then I saw his two eyes perfectly round looking at my state of concern. Ruffled clothes, bloodstains everywhere, even my body was bruised on each side.
"Why are you?" He asked worriedly, then watched every inch of my face. His hand hurriedly wanted to grab the wound, but before that happened I made a sound again, stopping his intention.
"Bring me in, and don't ask too many questions." I said, then his lips folded inwards and shut up. He asked me to come into the room. As soon as I immediately lay down, and he without permission passed out.
I closed my eyes for a moment, glaring far back, until the sound of Sela's footsteps filled my eardrums again. He came back with a compress kit, and I'm sure it was for me.
"I'm compressing ya." He said, I just shut up. Not wanting to accept or deny her permission, all I wanted was Kalisa, I wanted Kalisa to take care of me. Calise...
I knew Sela was worried but with trembling hands she slowly carried her hand towards my bruised face.
"www!" My peek, it feels so painful. This heart knows all the truths that are too late.
"Slowly." My words were still in a cold tone, and Sela nodded quickly.
"www!"
"My mother is treating you, not hurting you." Understanding said. But I still didn't care, he tried to treat me again. And I felt pain again, finally my hand reflexively deflected Sela's hand violently, until the towel fell to the floor. And I secretly saw Sela's eyes begin to glaze over.
"Go, I don't want to see your face, and I just want to be taken care of by Kalisa, the woman I love."
*****
After the departure of Sela I closed my eyes again, I felt the clear circle began to flow seeping by itself, remembering again about the times with Kalisa, my guilt for Kalisa more dominant than my hatred for him. I who have made my own hell in this world, pulled Kalisa to get into it, but it turns out he is smart so he does not fall deeper, this time he will be happy without me, but this time he will be happy without me, nope. Not only her but also my children, as time went on I was sure that May and Reyhan would forget me as soon as Kalisa had a surrogate husband and a new father for my flesh and blood.
All that regret was so stifling my chest that I endured this sting until I fell asleep carrying my own wounds.
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At four o'clock in the afternoon I woke up, found Sela who entered the room with a twinkle of a towel wrapped around her body, a beautiful body that made me forget that I already had a simple family, he said, yet happy.
Hmh!
Thinking of that I became disgusted with myself, it was completely inappropriate to be called a man.
"If you need anything, call me." Said Sela, as soon as she finished her dress-wearing activity. I glanced at him at a glance, for some reason even by looking at him I wanted to get angry.
Shut up, my mouth locked, it felt so lazy to talk to him. But I remember, if I wanted to get Sela to work, too. I don't want to be the only one he's counting on, he's gonna have to endure all this.
"I want to talk." I said as I got up from my sleeping position.
"What's wrong?" Ask while approaching me.
"Not close, not far away." Dispel me with words and move my hand to drive him away.
Sela according. Then I straightened up, leaning on the head of the bed.
"I want you to work too." My word to the points.
The woman looked at me with a flabbergasted face, as if in disbelief that she too had to labor hard to find money for the survival of both of us, I was sure she wanted to reject my request. No, exactly my orders.
"Mas but what works? I can't do anything? Can I work?" Said complaining. Very far with the nature of Kalisa who always understands my condition.
I pulled the corner of my lips up cynically, "Close, you wanna be a cake maid, a broomstick on the cakewalk, or whatever, whatever. The important thing is not to burden me, remember! Don't be a prank." I said earnestly, after that without waiting for Sela's answer I immediately got up, came out and intended to clean up.
Brak!