
Alea placed a cup of hot coffee as well as a plate of croisant on the corner table next to the sofa located in the bedroom that he occupied with Ravka.
Alea had already memorized exactly what Ravka would do when she got home from work. After bathing and changing his clothes, the young man would drown himself with a laptop in his lap on the bedroom sofa before he decided to take a break. Sometimes for hours, but sometimes for just a few minutes. However, it was a routine activity recorded in Alea's memory always done by her husband.
"Mas" said Alea as she placed the book she was reading when she saw Ravka coming out of the bathroom.
"Mas, I want to talk" Alea said as she received no response from Ravka.
"Mas, I know that you don't want this marriage, so do I. But can you not keep acting like this? I'm tired of facing you like a rock. The berlin wall alone could be knocked down by its arrogance," Alea exclaimed no longer able to withstand the simmering annoyance. Somehow she must face Ravka's silence. However, the young man did not budge from his silence.
"Where are we going to take our wedding? Please tell me what you really want?" Alea moans.
"You ask me what I want? I want you to keep begging like that, begging me to be willing to release you from this cursed bond" hardik Ravka.
"A marriage is not a cursed bond. Maybe our marriage was a mistake. But that doesn't mean that you can say a marriage is a cursed bond" Alea can no longer hold back the anger that's raging at her.
Let them quarrel, it is even better for him than just being ignored. All this time, he kept quiet to avoid fighting. But not anymore. He had to open Ravka's eyes to start thinking about their marriage.
"Should I call it especially if it wasn't? Being tied to you in a marriage is like a curse to me,"
"Well, if you really want it. I will beg you to divorce me," those words finally spoke from Alea's tiny, quivering lips.
Her dream is to get married once in a lifetime. However, he was willing if indeed Ravka had to unravel the bond that had been established between them. After all, there was nothing else he could do to maintain a marriage that did not have any foundation.
"You think it'll be that easy for me to let you go?" Ravka's eyes could not be read by Alea. It was hard to dive into the young man's heart to be able to guess what was inside.
"I'll let you go if you beg me before my whole family. Admit the truth that you set me up" said Ravka cynically.
"I won't admit what I never did, Mom. Until whenever I will never admit it" Alea said firmly.
"Sup to you. If that's what you want, then don't ever complain in front of me,"
"Whatever you want, I don't care," Alea sighed, as if losing hope for her husband's mercy. "But one thing you have to remember, if you still want to tie me up in this marriage. There is a responsibility as a husband that goes with it. During that time you will continue to wallow in sin if you ignore your obligations," Alea examined the changing look on Ravka's face as if she was looking down on him.
"No need to be holy-spirited to talk about sin. Women like you don't deserve to say it" Ravka said rudely.
"Women like me? what kind of woman do you mean? Do you know what my life was like before this, so you feel you deserve to blaspheme me?" said Alea with an emphasis on every word that just slid from his mouth. "Ask yourself, Mommy. Did you ever find out the truth before you got wrapped up in your false hypothesis?" aela asked with a trembling voice, holding back the turbulent emotions filling her chest.
"I just wanted to ask your permission to leave on Sunday tomorrow. Although you never considered me, but as a wife I am obliged to ask your permission," Alea tried to reconcile her heart. No longer carried away by the atmosphere that can provoke his emotions to peak.
Again, Ravka again silenced not to give the slightest reaction to Alea's words. The young man turned his attention to the laptop he had taken out of his briefcase.
"So still I take it as an agreement, Mas," The girl then moved out of her place, walking out of the room just like that with mixed feelings of anger and relief. He was relieved to have ventured to be able to talk in front of Ravka.
While inside the room, Ravka noticed the closed door after Alea's departure. Leaving an empty space in his heart, he found a question he was unable to answer.
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Alea gulped down the cold drink he had taken in the refrigerator in the kitchen. Wishing the cold water to slip into his heart. Cooling down the emotions that have already rumbled in the chest.
He took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly while calming down. Alea closed her eyes slowly, strengthening her heart to be able to bravely face Ravka. Low self-confidence was no longer able to stem Alea from confronting Ravka. His feelings were much more comfortable when he dared to reveal his heart before Ravka.
"Non Alea?" sapa Bi Mimah looked at the closed Alea while standing up.
"Eh, yes Bi Mimah. What's up?" aela asked, opening her eyes. He wiped away the drop of water that fell in the corner of his eye. Although trying to no longer cry over the situation, but the tears flowed without being controlled.
"Non Alea is okay?"
"No Bi, Al is fine," Alea smiled softly.
Alea poured cold water back into her empty glass, then returned the bottle to the refrigerator. He took his steps towards the table near the kitchen. Throw her body in a chair and sit there.
"Auntie see, Non Al like many minds," Bi Mimah also pulled up a chair and sat down next to Alea.
"Al was just confused to face Mas Ravka, Bi,"
"Patience, Non. Den Ravka is a good boy. Only recently did Den Ravka's attitude become cold. Maybe he's having a problem, Non,"
"Come, Bi," Alea said again exhaling violently while throwing away the chest-stifling burden. "Al knows that patience is limitless. It's just that it's hard to keep going through this, all of this,"
Bi Mimah watched Alea speechlessly. He never knew the problem that befell the girl before him. Although Alea often showed her grief, but the girl never told her household questions at all.
Alea was just figuring out Ravka's habits and favorites. That's how much they talk about Ravka, never more. So that makes Bi Mimah can only sit quietly with the girl pensively without being able to do anything.