Marriage Stain
The Withered Flower

This morning was beautiful compared to the previous morning. Sora started her day with a flowering feeling. The small attention from her husband made her smile continue to grow on her sweet lips. It was a beautiful day for Sora, even though it was just a simple breakfast with Alan. It was a rare moment with her husband. An ordinary moment but a step for him.

Sora had already devoured all of Alan's toast, without the slightest bit of complaining of the taste. For him, Alan's attention was more than anything. He no longer cared about the bitter taste that was still left in his mouth.

"Mas, so this weekend we will go for a walk" asked Sora after putting the last piece of bread into his mouth.

"So dong, why? isn't your schedule empty for this weekend?" Alan wiped the tip of his lips with the tissue in front of him.

"Yes, I'm empty. Who knows, Mas changed his mind because he was drunk last night" Sora told her husband. The tail of his eyes glanced sharply at Alan's handsome face.

Sora was a little complacent with the scenery in front of him, he was astonished today Alan looked so attractive. Maybe she fell in love with her husband again. Sora gave a small smile, he was not out of thought with something in his mind. He fell in love with the same person again. Sora shook his head, as if restoring his sanity.

"Why Ra," asked Alan who had noticed his wife's behavior.

"Hehehe... It's okay Mas," Sora got up away from the dining table. He put his old dishes into the kitchen. After taking care of everything, Sora had already prepared by carrying his briefcase.

"Yes, I went first, Mas" said Sora to her husband. Since today there was an important event, he wanted to leave early for the dress rehearsal first. Sora kissed the back of her husband's hand.

Mr. Dadang, gardener and housekeeper, opened the gate for Sora's car. Not waiting for a long time, Sora's car drove across the road through the traffic jam that had become an ordinary sight.

It took less than an hour to get to Sora's office. There are already many cars parked in the courtyard of the inauguration building. Now Sora glanced around, he was looking for the right place to park the car he was driving.

After successfully laying down her vehicle perfectly, Sora sauntered gracefully. He passed several journalists who had prepared to cover the event to be held by his office.

"Sora.." call a friend from behind the crowd.

Sora's eyes looked in all directions, his gaze combing looking to the source of the voice. Who is shouting his name. Unable to find the one who shouted her name, Sora passed. He continued his journey which had stopped.

"Sora, stop,"

Hearing her name mentioned again, Sora immediately stopped her two footsteps. This time he looked back, as a hand touched his shoulder.

"Mas Ferry?" Sora immediately patted his old friend's arm.

"Work here you're Ra?" ask Ferry . He and Sora are old friends. Ferry Rahardian was the chairman of OSIS at their former High School.

"Yes, I work here, man... Now you're a reporter?" ask Sora who's looking at Ferry's Idcard.

"It's good that you're now a successful person" said Ferry, noting his appearance from toe to head.

Unlike Ferry, he is only able to love in silence. Dare not to express his feelings. Eventually he was only a secret lover until now.

"Success what Mas, ordinary," said Sora trying to humble.

"May you get your phone number Ra?" Ferry hesitantly asked for Sora's phone number.

"By Mas," Sora held out a business card to Ferry.

"Thank you Ra, I'm back to get ready to cover."

After their brief encounter, the two were again immersed with their respective activities. Ferry was a senior journalist, preferring to jump into the field rather than continue the bianist family. His father is the owner of a famous tv station in Indonesia.

Ferry prefers his own path, he is busy wandering around looking for his identity. Ferry's spirit seems to be back on fire when he meets the love of his past. Sora seemed like a magnet that spurred him to fight even harder. He wanted to show Sora, Ferry wanted to make Sora look at him.

While Sora, after his encounter with Ferry means nothing to him. All still looking the same, he considers Ferry to be just an ordinary friend. But everything is inversely proportional. Ferry is hoping for more from Sora.

Time passed quickly, after attending the inauguration of the new branch office. Now that Sora is preparing to go home, it feels like he has missed Alan's figure. The husband is now with his partner. Like last night, the business meeting ended with some wine. It felt like Alan wanted to reject him, but he did not want to offend his partner.

With a heavy heart he drank it with one sip. A feeling of pleasure mixed with regret lodged in his chest. Alan could not escape the temptation of the drink that lay before him.

First he only drank one glass, after the first glass was finished he returned to pour for the second time. Until I don't know how many glasses that managed to fill his hull. He no longer thought about Sora's anger, the temptation of the drink made him fall asleep.

At midnight Sora was still awake, back and forth he stared at the screen of his phone. Twelve o'clock more, Alan never returned home. Anxious feeling filled his head. Various prejudices one by one appeared in his mind.

A car makes itself rise. Sora quickly walked to the front door. She wanted to know what other surprises her husband made. When opening the door of his house Sora did not seem surprised, maybe he had guessed before.

Without a word, she took over her husband's body from Pak Dadang. The gardener did not dare to say hello to Sora, because he saw the slightly red face of Sora holding back anger at Alan.

Sora helped Alan who was a little troubled to walk. As long as it was from the vestibule to the room, not a word of anything came out of Sora's lips. He seemed really angry this time. Maybe tomorrow she will teach her husband a lesson. So that he is a little bright and does not repeat his bad behavior.

Sora was tired of Alan's constant behavior like this. She wondered, when she would get pregnant if Alan kept coming home the night unconscious, was she no longer attractive? So many questions raged in Sora's mind.

Maybe he will look for a woman who is much prettier and sexier than him, Sora began to feel Alan was not glancing at him. Just this morning he felt like a blooming flower, but now suddenly withered because Alan was watering himself.

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