
Strong push from outside. Make the main door wide open. Meisya stroked her chest in surprise. When she saw her husband walking past her with wide steps.
“Bib, what's up?”
But Ali did not heed the question.
The men climbed the stairs one by one.
The woman then looked at her head. She saw her husband slamming the door of the room violently. Make him re-shake the chest.
‘Why he looks pissed’ his battery.
He immediately put
the dirty dishes in his hand. Climb the stairs quickly to get to the room. For her husband is more important. Than work.
Meisya pushed the door of her room slowly.
Ali's gaze was fixed out the window. Until I didn't realize. If If Meisya was already standing behind him, staring at his back fixedly.
‘Five years I was with him, rarely see him like this’ Meisya muttered in heart.
The woman hugged her husband's body from the side. Her chin rested on the firm shoulder of her husband.
Usually the husband will turn around, then hug him.
But not tonight!
“Bib!” call him a little bit to shake his head. Check the face of the interlocutor.
Look listless. And silence.
Three times Meisha called her husband.
Ali remained unmoved.
That burly hand, began to let go of his wife's hand, which was wrapped around her waist.
This made Meisya, surprised. Five years in the household. The husband dominates her more spoiled.
“Do you not love me?”
Meisya lowered her head, a question like this.
Lately it's been coming out of Ali's mouth.
“Why are you just silent?” tanya Ali shook both of Meisya's shoulders. Made his wife look up at him.
The two pairs of black netra were clashing. It is obvious that they love each other.
Meisya melengos, the woman wipes her tears, which began to pool in the eye.
“Without me answering you must know Bib!” meisya. It was hard to look back at her husband.
If that happens, the woman believes her tears will break.
“Really?” tanya Ali tried to erode the distance.
Make Meisya retreat, with a stagger.
“Lantas why did you ask me to swear to remarry?” his scabbard with a face held back his anger.
This is the second time Ali has yelled at his wife. While wading through the household nipper.
Meisya was terrified making her body tremble violently.
“I know you'd want to be a dad, right? But I can't give you all that Bib!” she said with a trembling voice holding back her cries.
Ali chuckled bitterly, hearing his wife's explanation.
“It was! When I don't know, what kind of destiny I got!”
“Do I have to remind a philosophy! What did you teach me?” he snapped, making Meisya stunned.
“Kids? Yep! I want to be a father! But it was then!” he said full of confidence.
'Man has no power to have anything he wants. But he has the power not to covet what he does not already have. And happily maximizing what he received. (Seneca in Letters from a Stoic)'
“But, after I reflect on Seneca's words. I asked myself, why should I want something that might not be destined for me?” the question that makes the interlocutor, close his mouth tightly.
“While it is clear, there is something I have! And I always have to, that's you. I'm grateful. Having you, even that is enough! I don't feel short, but you..” Show him to step back.
The man chuckled again, making Meisya even more frightened.
“Blame yourself, for this destiny!”
“You feel responsible, for what you didn't do! I don't like this kind of thing my wife. You're whole, you can't get pregnant it's not your control! REMEMBER IT!” screams echoed.
The man fell down with tears soaking his cheeks.
Seeing her husband bowed in. Meisya could no longer hold back her crying. That was saved.
“Bi-bib sometimes hiks...tak per-lu make a mistake to be responsible. Hiks ..hiks ...”
With trembling lips, Meisya tried to explain her condition as a wife who could not give offspring.
“If only we woke up in the morning hix. Suddenly there was someone, who put a baby on our doorstep. Of course it's not our fault. The baby will be our responsibility. Either you take care of it, or you throw it away, or you ignore it. That's a problem, which has to do with us. As a home owner!”
“ The decisions we take are the forms of responsibility we choose! That's what happened to me.”
“ It's true I can't give you offspring. And I realized ..it's not in my control. But .. I can still make you a father. Only by letting you get married,” she explained firmly.Try hard, so that her husband knows. If the decision made is correct.
“Sure! But why are you taking my responsibilities as a husband huh?” sergeant Ali looked up.
“You told me to get married! But you, don't give me the responsibility, to decide. You sabotaged me by asking me to swear on your circumstances.”
This is a fight between two people who love each other. Want to be happy, each other, but the way is opposite.
“And like the baby story you just told me. Right now I am responsible, for the decision you made!” The man rose from his impact. And rubbed his face rough.
Meisya jumped in shock at the words of her husband.
But the woman did not get hurt, the accusations that Ali gave.
The reason is true.
But he felt guilty for knowing. What is best for your husband personally.
“Responsibility that I have to run. It's not easy, I can't afford it. I am an ordinary man who cannot be fair. Why do you, ungrateful to God, have a faithful husband! Who has never wished for you. Don't you want me anymore?”
The woman immediately smothered her husband's mouth. Meisya shook her head, not allowing the words of the husband.
“I just want to, you're happy! Bib, as a wife, I feel incomplete. Because you can't give you a descendant. I'm sorry. But you're not just mine. There is still someone entitled to you!”
the mind that cannot. Heard by the opponent
prating.
TBC...
Nelangsa means sad.
Parochialism is a view
the person towards the world (something) is based solely on his own perspective and values.
(Parochial synonyms: petty thoughts, short-sightedness, parochialism,
short wits, cardyl, skittish, narrow, short wits)
Core sari synopsis (Meisya grieving,
because when making decisions he only uses one point of view)
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