He's Not The Best
139. The blow hurts too
The blow hurts too
Erlan was sitting in the same position as Winsi, this was very similar to the incident when the girl came home from the hospital and she was sitting alone in the garden beside the mansion crying, crying, almost eight years ago.
The same words Erlan had issued back then and now, were, “You till when you were like this?”
Not answering does not mean that he does not hear but because the crying has not stopped.
The crying was the result of a heart wound, the wound there was not bleeding but, tears. Crying is an expression of the heart when it is no longer able to say and, crying is one way for the burden to feel a little less heavy.
Suddenly Erlan wanted to sing to the woman who was crying beside her. The heart wants to embrace the shoulder that continues to be shaken because of the sound of crying, wants to touch the woman's face and wipe the tears with her fingers, or just say the word love. However, surely whatever Erlan did, then, Winsi would brush it off.
“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. He did not speak, but, the look in his eyes already showed a sense of disappointment.
Erlan only saw his wife's face at a glance, unable to see her in a state of disappointment for longer.
“Sorry ...” is just that word he can say as a sign of guilt.
Winsi stood up, and stepped away from Erlan who was still dumbstruck. Although he wanted to express all the curiosity and heartache of being lied to, he remained silent. However, when he did not see the existence of the motor he had been carrying, then, inevitably he turned to Erlan again.
He had been crying for a long time until it was natural that the motor was not there, let alone that he let the key stay attached. The girl remained prestigious to ask about her vehicle to Erlan, she instead knelt on the ground and rained down on the ground with fists.
Erlan furrowed her brows, the way Winsi was angry looked different, the hardness of her head that caused her to shut up with what she felt or saw. The man was confused as to how to handle it. On the other hand, he did not want Winsi to get angry and leave. However, on the other hand he could not leave Hanifa.
‘Yes Allah, would he accept me for his love?’ inner Erlan.
He watched his wife until unconsciously, his tears dripped as well. He did not want that Winsi also craved his love. In fact, when she saw Hanifa who was close to her male nurse, she was already so jealous of her making. Especially if you have to see Provinsi with a man who is not himself.
Just imagine Erlan felt his heart ache, especially if it really happened. He finally made a choice for himself. He had to speak truthfully then, giving his wife freedom to choose or to force Winsi to understand it without giving her any choice.
Erlan grabbed the hand of Winsi who kept it on the ground, then kept it in the chest because she intended to hold it so that the hand was not injured. He cleaned his wife's hands of dirt.
Winsi strongly pulled him over then, flinging a fist into Erlan's chest. Patiently the man endured it, although the blow hurt as well, but he remained silent knowing he was wrong. As powerful as his wife but a woman. He beat her repeatedly until she stopped and cried again.
“Come! Go home, get angry at home, not here, shame.” Erlan.
“Biarin! You say shame? Huh! Then, all this time you're not ashamed to have lied to me?”
“Lying about what?”
“About books, about Hanifa and everything!”
“No, I never lie, I just never answer your question!”
“That means you're lying! Know?”
Erlan was silent, in fact she had never lied about Hanifa just that she did not say anything related to that woman. His attitude was only to cover up misunderstandings because he thought it was not yet time to open up.
He's not lying, but he's just not being open.
“Do you hate me for this? I'm sorry?” erlan said as she grabbed Winsi's hand and the girl brushed him off.
“Go home, there!” winsi said, they are like the first child to date and are marahan because of lack of attention.
“Well, I want to go home with you, yeah?”
“I don't want to! I can go home by myself!”
“Well, I wait for you to come home when I come home,” said Erlan remained calm, whereas in his heart he held back as hard as he felt to not explode.
“Log in, it's afternoon!” erlan said after opening the door.
“No want, that's Hanifa's former seat!”
Erlan rubbed her coarse hair while holding her breath a moment ago, she took out a tissue and wiped the seat of her car for quite some time.
“Ah, old! Already there, ribet terribly!” winsi said she finally wanted to sit down as well after pushing Erlan's body firmly.
As she sat down beside Erlan, the girl thought, why is that man so weak, he did not fight back when he beat her chest repeatedly. He did not dodge the time he pushed with all his might even though his body only staggered slightly as he pushed earlier. Even now he is wiping the seat even though the former will not disappear.
Ih, amused sitting here. Inner Winsi.
“Hanifa never sat here, you are the first woman to sit there!” erlan said as the car began to run across the street.
Winsi thumped lips. Can't believe!
“This, there's a camera.” Erlan said while pointing at the small box near the rearview mirror. “look at it, in his memory it was a recording since a year ago.”
“Serah!” Winsi saw the camera Erlan showed. There was a curiosity to prove the man's point, but, he didn't care.
“You didn't hear my story?” erlan asked as a few jokes later.
“Stop at mosque pray there!”
“Good,” Erlan said as he reduced the speed of his vehicle and pulled over at one of the mosques not far from the direction of their road. The man finally concluded that Winsi had not been willing to discuss what he saw today.
The two human children were praying together with the others, but, when everyone left, the couple remained there, they were calming down, and remember that something similar happened when they came home from Arkan's tomb on the day of his death.
Erlan looked over to the office after a while, but, Winsi was still there while slapping her face on her knees, and it seemed like she was still crying.
Finally they went home after the completion of the prayer, then riding in a car in silence, Erlan did not try to explain it or ask Provinsi to yell, no. He just hopes and continues to hope that the woman stays with him until the end no matter what.
But can he be polygamous?
While staring at the highway, Erlan shook his head repeatedly. Winsi gave a quick glance, with a feeling of wonder, but he was still angry and upset until his curiosity was ignored. Again he had to cut himself.
It turns out not easy, cool the heart when angry ... not easy to choose silence when he is able to scream .. it turns out quite complicated, live love without knowing where it is headed and, if not, it hurts so much to love, but it is not the feeling of being whole that must be accepted.
Arriving home, Winsi got out of the car quickly and slammed the door hard. He went straight into the room removing his socks, ignored his mother who offered him dinner and asked why he was late. He was even more upset when he saw his vehicle was at home because he thought it was missing. Who else took her if not Erlan's man, but her husband didn't say anything to her.
‘What's so hard to talk frankly?’ his inner. She thought Erlan was an open and honest man, she was disappointed that her husband was a man who was good at covering up things that were important to her.
Winsi wanted to nag her, if she could, but, since she was a child she had gotten used to feeling everything she experienced in silence, she could not tell or babble like most women. No. gabe. However, the anger in his heart was like a layer of magma that was ready to explode.
After being in the room Winsi immediately changed clothes, with sports clothes, wearing boxing gloves and snikers. Then, he went to the back house, a place that used to be used for exercise close to the park where Grandpa often fished or relaxed.
The girl warmed up for a bit, then immediately threw a few punches towards the fist samsak hanging there. Not just a punch, hard or jotosan but, his mainstay kick, which is a straight kick while twisting his body. He did so repeatedly until sweat flooded his body and forehead.
Runa looked at this anxiously, she knew her son was angry, but did not want to tell her about his feelings. He used to be so often, and the last one was during school holidays in the third grade semester. He came home from the boarding school, while Runa did not know the girl was angry at what and at whom, but, the punching bag was targeted. Willi will not stop unless, of his own volition.
Runa approached Erlan who was just staring at his wife with an immeasurably sad look. The man was more pleased that Winsi expressed her annoyance than silence, as she had once done to him when she complained about Basri to him.
“If he is so, it means he is angry, indeed, what happened?”
Erlan immediately turned to Runa and looked at the woman with pity.
‘Should I be honest with Ms Runa?’ inner Erlan.
Seriate