YOUR LOVE IS DISAPPEARING
Chapter 15

Today is exactly the day Rohman carries out the punishment prescribed by the villagers where Anita lives.

There is sadness in Mayang's heart considering that his son's mentality will be disturbed if many people tell such a small child and he will be a scorn of people.

Today as usual, the mother-of-one left for work, dressed in a white shirt and a matching blezer. Her hair is pigtailed, Mayang's body looks fresh and much more charming than when with Rohman.

"Dee, Mayang. Want to meet someone's husband?" His cousin Rohman who saw Mayang went to work in neat clothes.

"What is your business? Don't take care of my life." Upset Mayang. The ladder clenched, it felt like the hand wanted to crush the bones of the woman who chided.

"Whoa. The wife is not grateful like you did not give advice," taunted Tuti again. Though all this time Mayang was patient enough to face the foul mouths that are in front of him at this time. The mother-of-one approached Tuti and slapped so hard that the white cheeks turned red. Tuti raised his hand to slap Mayang but soon Mayang held Tuti's hand and twisted it until he put and shouted making some neighbors who were still in the house out.

"Dee, Mayang. How ugly you are with Rohman's cousin. Is it because he exposed your ugliness that you covered up?" Hardik buk Eka neighbor Tuti, surely this woman often listened to Tuti tell stories about Mayang that are not-no.

"Originally I know. That ugly Rohman is not me" Mayang said.

"See, tell me if you're comfortable with that guy."

"Stop slandering me."

"The truth is you're always among those men, right? Still ngeles." Ms. Eka rolled her eyes lazily, as if what Tuti said was true. Some other mothers just listened, while Tuti squeaked his actual hand no longer hurt.

"You mothers do not believe that they can come to the At-Taqwa mosque, there will be a caning. Look at myself in my whip or bang Rohman," she explained annoyed, despite really putting hatred on the father of the child but Mayang never once called her husband by name. The Kramas are so important to him.

"We don't have time. We better find money to pay the installment of the game, right mother mother?" With a congklak tone Bu Eka smiled cynically towards Mayang, without them realizing the clothes they were cicil came from Mayang which he entrusted to his friend in the next village.

The mother-of-one reached into her bag and grabbed a few hundred thousand bills, then fanned her face. A proud person should be paid with such arrogance.

"It's money, if you don't refuse. Ga maksa too. This eit is not illegal money, this is the result of online sales a few days ago, I happen to sell my gamis hard loh mothers. Want some money, Mom?" Mayang asked as he looked at all the mothers who were looking at him while occasionally nudging his friend.

"Let's go, May. Don't let us down." It's funny where that vanity that he said better worked.

"But there are conditions. At exactly eleven o'clock the mother must come to the mosque At-Taqwa. Pretty free spectacle." Mayang said, then the ladder quickly distributed the hundred thousand denomination even to Tuti he also shared. Let the woman also watch the cousin sister she is proud to do what she does not deserve.

Mayang immediately left the woman who likes to gossip and immediately stepped into the workplace even though she was now thirty minutes late.

'May Mr. Bagas not be angry, ' he said. His steps he accelerated so that soon to the personal journey that he had prepared for himself.

His eyes patterned perfectly while Bagas was sitting on the bench he used to use.

"Ba ... What are you doing here?" Mayang asked nervously.

"I'm checking the financial statements you made. All right, and why are you late?" tanya Bagas turned to look at Mayang who looked down.

"I had a business for a while" replied Mayang hesitated. It feels like he currently wants to pour out everything in his heart so that his life is much more relieved.

"What problems? You can tell me the same if you want" Bagas said, then he stood up from his seat. "The financial report yesterday has been completed, we can take a short walk just to remove the burden of the mind" he continued. Mayang looked at his boss was in disbelief, why is it always him who he took a walk. Why not his own wife.

"We're going to the beach. Do you like the beach?" Ask Bagas quietly without looking towards Mayang.

"Like," she answered briefly.

Even though Mayang did not like the beach at all, bad experiences happened to him when he was a teenager once traumatized him when he went to the beach. Mayang's mind drifted to remember a dozen years ago he and some of his friends playing on the beach, when Mayang and his best friend who is good at surfing taught Mayang to surf, without asking whether Mayang was ready or not his best friend immediately released the surfboard until Mayang's body fell into the water and drowned, the waves rolled over him, and the waves rolled over, lucky at that time there was a male friend who was good at swimming and helping Mayang, if not now the canti woman was just a name.

"Don't be dumb, you'll be the devil." Bagas' hand touched Mayang's shoulder until the mother of one child was aghast.

"Sorry." That's all that came out of his mouth.

His fear returned to haunt when their car arrived some distance from the beach. Want to tell him that he was afraid if the beach lazy if Bagas later would laugh at him.

"Am I here, sir?" Mayang. The burly man frowned, wondering why Mayang wanted to be here.

"You scared? Is there anything that traumatizes you?" Brondong Bagas with questions. The mother of one child just nodded.

"There's me."

They approached the beach after ordering some food and juice. The atmosphere is not so hot, the sun just peeked coy, giving enough warmth, but not for Mayang's heart which is now as cold as snow.

"Sit down." Bagas patted the sand beside him. Mayang followed his boss's instructions.

"May I ask?"tanya Bagas looked straight ahead, his eyes looking at the pounding waves.

"Can. Ask what, sir?" Neutralizing her voice, that beautiful face now looked pale.

"Am I a bad man?" There is no answer at all . Bagas turned to look at Mayang who was pale. The woman's body was getting backwards.

"Darling. You ...." Not yet finished talking Mayang has run away from Bagas. The sturdy man ran after the mother of one child with great difficulty. His steps stopped when he saw Mayang fall because he stepped on a branch, his bare feet without sandals that shed blood, Mayang stood up and ran towards the car.

His breathing was panting, as well as Bagas who was now behind Mayang, the woman was busy opening the car door which was actually still locked.

"Done ...." Hardiknya, the beautiful woman with fiery red eyes turned to look at Bagas.

"You good?" Tanya Bagas shook Mayang's body slowly but in question there was no response until the body suddenly collapsed. With the swift Bagas catch the ideal body that carried him into the beachside restaurant, they panic when they saw the soles of Mayang's feet still bleed fresh. Some of them carried bandages and bandaged wounds, but they could not stop the blood from flowing.

"Sir. Looks like your wife's legs have to be sewn. The wound was too big" one of the customers at the restaurant near the beach said. From the way he spoke he looked like a medic.

Some of them carried Mayang's body drooping weak, Bagas opened the car to take Mayang to the hospital. The trauma to the ocean is still imprinted even though it has been running for dozens of years.

Bagas rubbed his face rough, swearing rough, like if something happened to Mayang then he deserved to be blamed. Also thinking how to explain to his mother Mayang about what is happening right now.

Seriate....