He's Not The Best
138. If Only

If Only

The sound of Winsi screaming like a pinch, between out and no, between the lips and throat, not hard nor soft, but his sudden movement turned from the glass, he said, the attention of the person in the room turned.

Winsi turned around because she could not hold back the anger when she saw Erlan in a position to back her in the arms of a woman, she knew exactly the figure in the room was her husband.

Not wrong, his vision was not wrong!

His heart was broken as destroyed. Pain, even if it does not bleed, anger in anger. Feeling deceived, ignored just because of another woman, why wasn't she honest in the first place, why?

And, actually, when has this been since?

Hadn't he been honest from the beginning, he wouldn't have rushed into deciding to go through a worship called marriage?

Wouldn't it be that she had to take care of other women for whatever reason, then, she didn't need to add more weight and trust by remarrying?

So, what is this that love says like it said at the time? Is it true that love demands such a sacrifice?

“Wiwin!” Erlan shouted while standing from her position sitting on the side of the bed and Hanifa was in front of her, hugging while crying.

Erlan let go of Hanifah's hand that was wrapped around her neck just like that. He didn't think Winsi was there, looking at himself from behind the glass. For a moment he hesitated, whether it was really his wife, or not. However, he became convinced after seeing the color of the jelm and the woman walked over quickly leaving the window area. He has a very good posture and body language belongs to the woman he loves.

‘Did He really see me?’ inner Erlan.

Erlan walked quickly away from Hanifa, who was crying loudly calling her papa over and over again. He did not care because the important thing right now was Winsi!

He left the nurse alone with his wife because she was forced because the other nurses came back not to take care of Hanifa. Earlier, the man's nurse let him use his vehicle because his motorbike was damaged when he had to buy medicine for Hanifa and also food for them.

Immediately Erlan ran and looked into the courtyard but, Winsi was already not there, then, her gaze was sidetracked, when from afar she saw the girl turning her motorbike and darting away leaving her.

Not waiting for a second, he immediately took the car keys and immediately started the engine, then, took the car out of the garage and pressed the gas pedal as deep as possible leaving the area of Hanifah's house at high speed. Mixed feelings sprung up in his mind, between guilt, worry, disappointment and anger.

The man left without leaving any message to the nurse waiting for Hanifa, as she was trying to chase after his wife.

On the highway, they finally met and walked together, Erlan could see clearly Winsi who was driving on the bike, was on his left, and was on his left, the girl rubbed the melted tears on her cheeks.

However, Winsi remained focused forward, while riding his motorcycle. Repeatedly Erlan pressed the car horn so that his wife stopped or quietly while driving. He did not have to drive and continue on if his heart was hurt, however Erlan was very worried about him.

The man only signaled to his wife to pull off the bike and he could speak well afterwards. However, what happened was, as if Winsi had not heard it. The girl continued to drive her motorcycle at high speed in different directions instead of the road leading towards their home.

Erlan finally gave up. After he took a deep breath, he reduced the speed of his vehicle and just followed Provinsi from behind, wherever the girl went he followed so far away from the highway they usually traveled.

Finally Winsi pulled his motor matic in a city park, it was a park that was very far from home.

Erlan patiently followed, and also pulled over the car near his wife's vehicle. However, he did not call or say hello, he just let, when Winsi got off the bike just like that, not even pull out the key.

Erlan got out of the car, walked up to the bike and secured it, then, picked up the key and put it in her pants pocket. He picked up a cell phone and contacted someone to pick up a Winsi motorbike in the city park, as soon as possible.

After that, he just stood up, calmly, slipping both hands in his pants pocket while saying his sighfar repeatedly by raising his face to the sky. He was behind his wife who was sitting on the grass hugging her knees.

Winsi was crying all over there, in the deserted city park, and .just there were them. He choked a few times but, not stopping the crying, while banging his chest, spilling the turmoil that seemed to pat the chest then, the tightness in his heart feathers would disappear.

They are a pair of newlyweds, even the age of the wedding, just a few days, does this have to end?

Erlan was still standing there patiently and faithfully, she would not be able to possibly explain everything now as it was better to wait for the girl to calm down. He would not wear it for his attitude and deeds, but, he would give his wife a choice.

The man had expected that one day what he was doing would be shown by God at all costs. However, he did not expect that God would ask him to open up so soon because he was not ready. He had not wanted to lose again, no, it seemed like he would never be ready to lose Winsi.

Had he given the girl a choice, what would Winsi choose in the future, while her heart wanted her to survive, until God gave her the answer would she have to defend both or choose one?

Erlan was sitting in the same position as Winsi, this was very similar to the incident when Winsi came home from the hospital and she sat alone in the garden beside the mansion crying.

The same words Erlan had issued back then and at this time, the man said, “You till when are you like this?”

Suddenly Erlan wanted to sing to the woman who was crying beside her. A sense of curiosity also grabbed the shoulder that continued to be shaken because of the sound of his crying, but, he was sure, if he touched the woman, he would definitely pull over.

“Let me paint twilight, engrave your name there, listen to you tell stories, cry laughs .... Let me paint a night, bring you the stars, accompany the wounded until you are happy ...” Erlan ended up singing too with her mediocre voice, but, quite decent. (Lyric song Creation Budi Doremi)

At once Winsi turned her head, while removing the rest of her tears that were not also dry though, removed repeatedly with the back of her hand.

Seriate