KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 2
Pram pinched his head which suddenly throbbed. Widya's presence has indeed made her excited in living a very boring day. Her forbidden relationship with Widya has only been running for two months, and she enjoys it a lot. As long as Pram is the type of loyal man, he will not be willing to his loved ones. As Widya's romance arrows strike her heart, she begins to look for loopholes to avoid Citra who is currently her legal wife.
“Let's split..” said Pram while looking at the image of his wife, who has been with him for 14 years. Widya's sexy secretary's shadow was so strong in her mind at the moment, that she couldn't think of anything else.
The image of flabbergasted, did not expect the words to come from her husband, the father of her children and the only man who had taught her the meaning of love and happiness that until now so made her happy.
The atmosphere was silent, as Kinar and Damar had entered their bedrooms in the upper room. Only the ticking of the wall clock enveloped the two.
“Didn't you think about my feelings and the happiness of Kinar and Damar?” The image looked at her husband's face that looked agitated. “We are married 14 years, can't mas survive for the sake of children?” He tried to endure the sudden pain of gnawing at the deepest recesses of the heart.
“Our wedding feels tasteless.” Pram pinched his head, “And I've been thinking about it for the past 3 months For Kinar, I'll talk slowly with him. Moreover, he is already in class 2 SMP, will definitely understand our problems.”
Image sighed sultryly, “We have no problem. Mas is the one who brings women in our marriage, so it brings problems in our household.”
“You can not blame others for the shortcomings that exist in you.” said Pram Ketus. His voice sounded angry hearing Citra's words.
“What shortcomings do mas mean? Didn't I always serve you both born and inner.” Citra fast.
Pram amazed, indeed he admitted Citra has no shortcomings, even almost perfect. But the busyness of the two of them that makes the intensity of meeting becomes rare. Especially since Citra was appointed as the Head of Audit in his office made him travel often. While he as a businessman who has several branches in Indonesia is also rarely at home.
“Already Image, I don't want to extend this debate.” Pram looked at him flatly. “I'm tired of our wedding.”
“Astagfirullahaladjim, mas.” Citra was flabbergasted to hear her husband's words.
The eyes that had been staring at Citra with love and tenderness were not drawn there, which seemed only a cold and unfriendly light.
“Is all this because of your secretary Widya?” ask Citra bluntly. He did not want Pram to play and lie longer which would have an adverse impact on their household life.
Pram pensive for a moment, the shadow of his secretary who spoke softly and teased and often praised him made Pram feel back his young soul. And he must admit, Widya's treatment changed against him. She starts to dare to touch and purposely dresses sexy in the office.
“Mas, tell the truth, no lies. I'm ready to hear whatever your reasons are. Because I feel like our 14-year marriage is fine. We have built the ark of the household with pillars of trust and honesty. If that means nothing to you, at least think of the children.” Citra tears are unstoppable.
He did not expect that Pram who came home from the company early was not to invite them to eat outside, as was their custom all along. But instead of saying something that was completely unexpected and hurtful to her heart.
She didn't want to suspect her husband, but last week, she was attending a Taxation seminar at Ballrom, a five-star hotel, accidentally his eyes looked at the pair of men and women who joined hands entering the car. She knew the car belonged to her husband Pram. But that woman…
Imagery doesn't want to speculate, it's a waste of time. He remains focused on the seminar. After the activity was completed, he hurriedly stopped by the mall for monthly shopping needs. When stepping foot into a female beauty tool, her eyes were staring at her husband in a group of women dressed in neat press body who were choosing skin care products.
“Mas Pram ..” Citra calls him lirih.
Pram was surprised to see Citra already standing before him. He was caught off guard accompanying his secretary shopping. Actually it is not the intention of Pram to do this, after entertaining his client lunch, with forced he obeyed the wishes of Widya who invited him to stop by the mall, because her beauty products ran out.
Widya looked at Citra indifferently. His hands are still grappling in Pram's sturdy arms, this “Mas is just..”
“We will talk about this at home,” said Pram flat.
Both of them immediately walked away from Citra who was now fixated in disbelief to see such a painful scene.
Citra tries to remember the woman who walked with Pram. Finally, the shadow of Pram's secretary named Widya immediately printed on his brain.
“I feel our marriage is getting tastier.” Pram's words prune Citra's daydreams. He looked at the image with a feeling that was difficult to describe. He could not deny the sadness also scratched his heart because it had hurt the heart of the woman who had given him a perfect offspring. But Widya's charm has blinded her heart and mind.
The image of wiping uncontrollable tears flooding her smooth cheeks, “What mas did not think of my feelings. We marry with the blessing of parents, close for two years and married for 14 years, can't we survive until the children grow up?”
The image of being flabbergasted, Pram's reply had completely dropped his pride making his heart break into pieces not left, there was no look of regret on Pram's face as he said that.
“Did the mas have thought about this carefully.” wept Image barely audible, “How about our parents. Didn't you think about their feelings?” The image is still trying to attract their relationship.
“I'll take care of everything. Since my mother's health is starting to decline, I'll put off talking about this with her. Starting tomorrow, I'll move to the apartment, because it's closer to the office. So I didn't waste too long on the road,”.
“Alright, if that is already a decision. But I hope, before the divorce process we stay at home. Let Kinar and Damar not be too hit. And I will give understanding to Kinar and Damar slowly.”
Pram nods he looks at Citra with a feeling of all wrong, “I'm sorry, for this situation. Starting tonight I will sleep in the guest room.” Pram left Citra still languished at the dining table.
The image patted his chest firmly. As much as possible he held back the crying in front of Pram. He never asked anyone for mercy, much less begging for love in a man. Although he knew, it was his duty as a wife to maintain the household. But he realized, feelings can't be forced. If someone wants to split up, we better let go. If you choose to stay, it will be more painful. What he thinks about now are his children. How he understood them, that his mother and father would be separated.
Mbok Siti who accidentally heard the talk of her employer massaged her chest with a feeling of sadness. “Yes Allah, take care of the integrity of the household of the lord and mistress. They are good people and love each other. Do not you separate them.” He wiped the tears that flowed suddenly on his cheeks that began to wrinkle.
Inside the room, Citra squeezed her chest which was painful. “Yes, God what happened to this marriage. Why is this sick? I can't afford to part with Pram's mas, I love him too much. Give me a way out, God.”
The image looked at their wedding photos printed large on the walls of the room. Both smiles are clearly visible in the photo. Pram's warm embrace warms his body to his soul. Their housewives who experience ups and downs, until the birth of Kinar and Damar, but they are still able to face the winds and storms that hit, because of the power of love. But now….
Citra could not sleep overnight, she tried to remember the Pram attitude change that was never warm in the family again. Since Pram took full power of the headquarters in place of his father who died 6 months ago, he has been getting busier. But their relationship is still as usual. She recalled, when the first handover of power to her husband and accompanied Pram in the company.
There she saw a woman who looked different as she looked at her husband. But Citra does not think too much about it, he believes Pram's love is too strong for himself and their families.
His suspicion began when Pram often received calls at night when they began to enter the complaint. The image still doesn't care. But the family time schedule by taking the children for a walk or just eating at a restaurant has never again they do with the reason Pram is always busy. Until Citra saw the lipstick marks on the collar of Pram's shirt dismantle Citra's suspicions.
Pram tried to evade, so that quarrels could not be avoided. Citra is still trying to patiently face Pram. He still wants to maintain the integrity of his household, but Pram tries to avoid by always going home at night, when all is asleep.
And this night was the culmination of all the problems and chaos in their household that could not be avoided. And Pram seems to have taken a unilateral decision for his own comfort, without thinking about the feelings of Citra and her two children.
In the morning when Citra headed to the dining room, she did not see Pram's figure again. There are only Kinar and Damar who have prepared for school with a pack of drivers who have served for decades.
“Papa has departed yes..?” ask Citra while kissing Kinar and Damar's forehead affectionately. Both of their children who still need the guidance and affection of both parents to grow and develop in life.
“Yes, Mom. Papa said there was a meeting. Possible papa did not go home, directly to Bandung there is an invitation from an old friend papa.” Kinar. “Why mama's eyes are swollen, out crying yes .. “
The image is choked, although Kinar is introverted but he is very attentive to his mother. “Ngak. Mama just couldn't sleep last night. So the eyes of mama are swollen..” elak Citra.
“How do I see..” Damar new class 4 SD attention snobs, “Ya, my friend said his mother often cried because she was going to divorce his papa.”
“Deg...” felt wedge indiscriminately tear the heart of Citra. He hugged his son trying to strengthen his heart.
Kinar stared at Citra full of curiosity, “What mama and papa will part?”
Imagra shook his head quickly, “No dear. Mom and dad are fine.” He immediately distracted both of them. “Come fast, Mr. Maman has been waiting. Ntar late.” The image immediately hugged his two children and gave a kiss of affection for both.
“That's patient yes, His.” Bik Siti surprised Citra who is still languid on the porch of the house to deliver the departure of two of her children.
The image is smiling thinly. He did not know to whom to pour out his heart's sorrow. Pram's cold attitude hurt his feelings so much. But he must be strong to endure. The fight has just begun.
