The Story About Us
The pent-up heartache

At high speed, Jamal rode a motorcycle to the hospital where Mela and her son, who she did not admit to being treated, were.

He did not care about the screams of the neighbors and the people who knew him who called out to him. The only thing Jamal wants to do is meet Mela.

Arriving at the hospital, he walked quickly to the room where Mela was. There was only his mother and also Mela's mother, somewhere else went, Jamal was a fool.

"Astaghfirullahalazim, Jamal? That's the lips too... Oh my God, you've been fighting?" Ask Jamal's mother who immediately approached and examined his son's face.

Jamal silent. He brushed off his mother's hand and walked into Mela's nursery. Hearing the door of the room open, made Mela look towards the door. He was surprised to see Jamal coming in with a chaotic state.

"Bag.." Call Mela slowly. Jamal walked up to Mela, looking unfriendly. He seemed to want to force Mela out of her bed.

"You know, I was in front of your ex!" Jamal said still standing up and staring intently at Mela. Mela was afraid of the look Jamal directed at her, she did not like the look.

"She came with her friend who was just like her brother!" Jamal. Mela did not answer her husband's words. She still heard and chose silence, she wanted to know what her husband wanted to say.

"I told your ex that his son was born!" Jamal looked up when Mela's hand, which was still attached to the infusion hose, wanted to grab her hand.

"Mas.but Bela your son mas, Defend our son." Mela tried to convince Jamal, again Jamal's hand brushed off the movement of Mela who wanted to grab his hand. He did not want to come into contact with this woman in front of him.

"Haha.. Bela, Bela, even you named that kid with your combined name and that fucking human name!! But, still say that he's my son? Are you sane, are you really crazy??" Jamal glared again, his eyes wanting to come out at this moment.

"Mas, you're mistaken! Defend that's the name your mother chose for our child. If you are concerned about the name, we can replace it, mama you used to say if this girl she really wanted her granddaughter named Bela. Why do you think that far and think Bela stands for my name and.he."

The cynical grin appeared. Jamal hates it when his wife remembers Beni.

"Him? Wh who? Oowh, your beloved ex?! Don't bring your mom here. You just never respect him, pretentious to hide behind your mama's name."

"Mas me-"

Not done Mela talk. Jamal's index finger pointed to his own lips, hinting Mela to stop talking. Mela silence. He shed tears.

"You.. All because of you!! If you throw away the memories of your ex it will not be like this! Your body is with me but your heart glorifies its name! What kind of husband am I, always compared to the ex-lover of his own wife? I cheated because you were the one! I'm a bitch because you're insensitive! You made me a fool! I remember clearly,, these ears haven't been deaf until you clearly called out your ex's name when we did!"

Jamal turned to look at the window. His mind wandered far into the night he took Mela's chastity. It was very wrong because he did before Mela legitimately became his wife. But the temptation was not to be avoided. Until the night Jamal will remember his entire life as the worst duren night in the history of romance. With an irregular breath, Mela who either enjoyed it or what, even called Beni's name when it got its peak.

Beni's heart ached when she found out it wasn't her that Mela loved back then. But he took the most precious thing from a woman. He'll be responsible. Jamal will not take his hand off. He thought, maybe with him in charge slowly Mela's heart would be able to accept it.

But even after marriage, Mela did not change. He even more often daydreaming and silent, mama Jamal often reprimanded and invited to chat Mela because she considered her daughter-in-law was not used to being in their home. The truth is, Mela longs for her time with Beni.

"Mas.-" Jamal looked back at Mela.

"Why? Remember that night? The second night after all this time you want me to touch again? Proudly compare how great his kiss and me are! Your husband! Bajing_an!! You think I don't have a heart, so jokingly have to compare anything about him and me? Mela.. I'm Mel's man, my pride is high, just as you consider my heart a dumpster that only you make a dump of your resentment."

Jamal looked at Mela who started sobbing in her cries.

"The highlight of the night, I deliberately took Risma home. Make fun of him in front of your eyes so that you also know how it hurts so me, and you slap me! Tell me I'm depraved, have no heart, and you still compare me to your ex Beni! Aaaagg!! My brain is about to explode! Always Beni, Beni, Beni and Beni!! What did you say that night? 'If I marry Beni, she won't cheat like you did' is not your word??"

Jamal's length vaporized what he felt. Sometimes he clenched his hands. Trying to dampen the tightness that makes him can be snapping and strangling Mela right now.

"Everyone thinks you're suffering the most, without even looking around and understanding what about me? Udah.. enough. until here my limit! I can't have this wedding in the future with you."

"Mas I don't want to, mas our newborn child mas.you don't like gini-"

"Diem Mela!!! Impatiently am I the same as you? I can't go on living with a woman whose heart loves others."

Jamal is approaching Mela.

"Originally you know.I gave him a lesson that could send him directly to the afterlife!"

Mela shakes her head at Jamal's words.

"Mas.. Are you Beni? Don't do anything.."

"What kind of thing is that not doing?? You were late in saying all this, after my heart ache peaked you only realized that you were coming! But, it's nothing.. Because after this I will disappear, disappear far away from you and will not bother you again! I let you go! You are free now!!"

Jamal walked away from the bed that Mela was wearing. Although Mela kept calling him, she did not want to look at him one bit. Mela forced herself to get out of the high enough bed, hoping to catch up with Jamal. But his physique was still too weak. He fell down with the infusion hose slightly uprooted from his hand. Blood flowed right then and there.

Hearing the commotion, Mela's mother ran into the room. And surprised to see the condition of his son.

While Jamal, his mother followed his son after getting a message from his neighbors if there was a commotion in his house, Jamal's mother wanted to ask what the commotion was.

But Jamal refused to tell me. He chose to leave, on the grounds that he wanted to clear up the problem at home first. Without asking much, Jamal's mother agreed to his son's intentions.

Elsewhere at the same time.

Mbak Lulu was sitting in front of a bench in front of the inpatient room where Beni was treated. He was not alone, a doctor was sitting next to him.

"Lu.." call the doctor with an intense look at Lulu.

Lulu just turned around without making a sound.

"How are you," The doctor was still trying to open a conversation with Lulu.

"Sorry Mr. Ardiaz.The patient in room number fifteen had a seizure and had time to vomit. I was asked to tell Mr. Ardiaz to immediately check on the state of the patient!" A nurse ran and said she meant to go to the doctor we now know named Ardiaz. Ehem... I know that name, huh gaess? It's diem aja gaess!

"Lu.. No, you're still here right? don't leave yet, I'll be back here again!"

Dr. Ardiaz hurriedly followed the nurse. Lulu just kept quiet. Still silent, he stood up and went back into the room where his sister was lying down, but he was able to joke with his three friends and.. Lulu's mom just noticed Shela. Because so siyoknya earlier, mbak Lulu to forget to say hello to the sweet woman who was beside Parto.