Sacred In Stain
Let go of me

Chapter 21. Let go of me

A woman in her thirties runs into Khalisa as she heads to the backyard, where she intends to talk to her husband who has been suing her. They almost collided.

“Sorry, Neng. Ceceu was not careful,” he said slowly and politely, bowing several times. Occasional glances of concern at the reckless and pale Khalisa.

“Whose you?” ask Khalisa. In this house suddenly so many unknown people made Khalisa feel isolated alone in a place that for four years has sheltered him from the heat and rain, although his heart did not get the same shade. Capitalize patience is expanded and the smile of the baby is peppered with a little hope of the promise of love from the husband who once wanted to make her the queen of the heart, that has been the conditioning of his soul.

“I Ceu Wati, Non Manda's personal assistant, Neng,” answers remain polite and careful, very afraid of being wrong, looks a lot of pressure in his work.

“Khal, you don't have to ask too many questions with Ceu Wati. Don't waste time, we need to talk important stuff right?” cut off the Dion that appears behind Khalisa's back. “Ceceu go ahead only, drop Manda's belongings from the trunk and transport them to the front room. Biggest room,” Dion said.

Dion seemed to be numb, blinded to treasure, throne, caste and praise the puja of mortal beings. Absolutely not feel the feelings of the woman who first married him who is definitely getting hurt. Given the front room Khalisa had wanted first when pregnant with Afkar, it's just that Wulan insisted not allow, quibble front room is the largest and nice it was ever made for the guest room.

Swallowing round all the thorns that rained down on him, Khalisa galloped first towards the backyard, pushing the door rough to the beat as a place to vent the impingement of pain in his soul.

“Khal, I told you you should calm down if you really want to talk seriously with me,” protested Dion.

“What? Can I calm down?” Khalisa was grieving, an attitude that had never emerged from the gentle and naive Khalisa.

“Yes, I ask you to calm down so that we can communicate well,” timpal Dion fast while pacing and ruffled waist.

“Tell me, indeed in this world which woman can still be calm when suddenly found out she was being pitted? Suddenly her husband brought her young wife home pregnant?” the prosecution urged Dion to shut up again.

“Don't shut up, tell me! Which wife can still be calm when she knows her husband is wishing for love with his feet behind his back! Still still sane and do not die suddenly already profit!” he screamed right in front of Dion's face. Expose a blaze of anger. Pain in the heart unspeakably whipped the gentle and obedient Khalisa now defiantly.

“Not to overdo it, Khal. Keep your voice down! Don't be childish!” furious Dion, rubbing his mouth rough.

“Excessive? I don't give a shit! Where is Mas' promise that will always hold my hand and will not pay attention to the people against me? Where did Mas Dion who used to say only love me, swear allegiance to me? I even continue to serve this family wholeheartedly for your sake even though mother never looked at me as an equal. Hoping that one day, the rainbow that I'm waiting for is sweetly curved as we age together. I know, we're in a hurry to get married because I asked for it to get out of my place. But, did not I not force it at that time and Mas also knew very well my origins? Then, why now with a stand Mas denouncing the weakness of Mas's own wife! Here pain Mas, pain!” Khalisa raved, patting his own chest, as amazing as he was.

“I'm bored, Khal. I'm bored!” spray Dion with a tone up several octaves.

“Mas said what? Bored?” khalisa said floating, not trusting his hearing.

“Yes, I'm tired of being gossiped about, I'm tired of just being denigrated, I'm ashamed of being talked about behind your back because of your origin. At first I thought I could dispel all that, but it was hard. I also want to be flattered, want to be respected, and thanks to Manda I get it all.”

Nelangsa crashing, torn strands of words from the mouth of a beloved man like a sword stoning body mercilessly. “So, that is, Mas regretted ever deciding to marry me, so?”

Dion was again silent, only his ghostly net scroll reflected in the expanse of Khalisa's tear curtain.

Lara's silence deepened Khalisa's still-wet heart. If he had a place to go home, he might have chosen to step aside and bring Afkar from the inhospitable home that is now hell for him. However, in this world Khalisa is alone, without family and relatives. Only Dion was his home, and now the one he made home no longer stands with him.

Tanya bersamuk comes and turns. Don't know how, where to go. Khalisa the wounded, struggling with a stick of kara. Squeezing the tip of his own negligee, Khalisa braced himself to say a sentence that in a dream did not dare to say it. It felt a pain slicing off a piece of her heart that was running low. Even after this I don't know what to do.

“If I have no meaning to Mas anymore. Why not just divorce me? Why keep me by your side if only to be hurt incessantly like this!” pilu's screams. “Let me go, let me go with my son. I can't continue all this anymore. I let go of Mas lacerating my love. Have the honor that you want, and let go of me who only gives shame" Khalisa continued with trembling lips, accompanied by loud clear circles falling down his cheeks.

Dion's jaw tightened as an unexpected sentence slid the innocent's mouth over the piece of kara.

“Jaga. Don't get big heads! Just take all this. Anyway, if I divorce you want to go where? Want to bring Afkar into a league? Everyone blasphemes you, only in this house is the place that still wants to accept you remember that!”

Dion used another loophole to weaken and subdue Khalisa. Still not willing to take off this sad woman berparas ayu nan, unable to feel her own heart which is still storing love, buried too deep in the heart, difficult to dig for reluctant to admit.

“You should have divorced Khalisa for a long time! He's just embarrassing!” wulan's voice boomed in the doorway. Come with a beaver expression.

“Please, Mom. I promised you that one, only I have the right to decide!” Dion interrupted quickly. “Do not aggravate the atmosphere,” the door is a little pushy on Wulan, not as usual. Massaging his own temple.

“You sure you'll keep this up? Look at this, as long as we're gone, he comes home the night the man drives. Surely he's looking for a chance in narrowness!” Wulan gave her cell phone, showing the footage her neighbor had just given her.

“Descendants of naughty women yes put it this way, cheap!” again, Wulan chided, heating up the situation.

Dion's face was hardened unacceptable. Presenting a flawless piercing look at Khalisa. “You? How dare!”

Seriate.