The Most Beatyful Wrong Room

One of the Most Beautiful Rooms

Chapter 1 I Don't Know Who's Wrong

"Mas, Ahh...," I moaned.

My body is shaking, with a great sensation tonight. A very different night from the previous nights. I'm really very satisfied. Even now, I smile as I feel a burst of warmth in my heavenly recesses. When my man roared, his body sank, hugging me very tightly with his body shaking and tensing. After that, I felt a warm hug.

"Mas, you're great tonight," I whispered softly, when I felt a warm kiss land on my shoulder.

The hug got tighter, I smiled even more. This is the warmest hug I've felt in my married life for almost 3 years. Again, the warm kiss was longer on my cheek.

"You are also very great tonight, honey. I love you more and more," he replied softly, as he pressed his body against my back.

"Are you changing perfume, Mas. This one smells very fresh, I really like it," I said while rubbing the back of my hand that was wrapped around my stomach.

"What the heck, I even used this perfume before we got married, right. Are you not feeling well? Why is your voice a little different," he asked me.

We were silent, then pulled each other's body. And our gazes met in the dim light of the room which didn't help our eyes at all. My breath suddenly caught, when I could faintly feel that the man who was now in the same blanket as me, was not my husband.

We also suddenly turned towards the door, when something hard and wide was opened. Check, then click. The room lights are bright. Makes my eyes so bright and squinted. Suddenly I raised my palms and covered my forehead to my eyes.

"Bastard!"

Mas Rama's baritone voice boomed in the villa room. I suddenly turned towards the man who had just hugged me very warmly. We stared at each other for a moment with equally confused looks. Sret! The blanket that covered our bodies swayed, and fell to the floor.

My head is spinning, I don't know what's going on. Because for all I know, I just made love to him. With my husband – Mas Rama. But, why be someone else, even I do not know him at all. Really, tired of making my head throb with pain. And very sick.

Bang! a fist flew into the face of the man who had just risen from the bed. And was getting dressed quickly. The man didn't fight back. He just continued to put on his clothes, then glanced at me. And just left.

"Since when did you play crazy like this Arimbi!" Mas Rama snapped at me while pulling my wrist roughly.

"Ow! It hurts, Mas," I groaned innocently.

Plaque! My cheeks feel very hot and burning. Really, I'm still very dazed and not fully awake yet. I held my cheek while crying.

"No need for your drama! You bitch! Tell me! Since when have you been like this!" he snapped again. While grabbing my hair tightly.

"Mas, it hurts! Let go! I don't know, I don't know him!" I answered honestly.

But Mas Rama did not care. He pushed me so hard that I fell onto the bed. Bang! My stomach hit the edge of the bed. Then Mas Rama, who looked frustrated, grabbed his own hair and shouted loudly.

"Aaargh! Damn you Arimbi!" he went on a rampage again.

"Mas, I really don't know. Trust me, Mas. I'm not lying," I whined, begging for a little trust in my husband.

"What, believe? After I saw it for myself what did you do. And I have to believe you? You idiot! Of course I believe Ar. I BELIEVE YOU LIAR, YOU BETRAYED OUR MARRIAGE. YOU HYPORIC. I HATE YOU ARIMBI!" he shouted as loud as he could.

Mas Rama's voice was shrill, as if tore into my eardrums. Really, this is the first time my husband was angry and furious at me. But, maybe if it was in my position. I will also be angry Mas Rama.

However, I really don't know what happened. Somehow the story of the foreign man could be in our room. And we made love so wild and crazy.

"ARIMBI KUSUMA NINGRUM, FROM THIS TIME, I, RAMADHAN ADITYA DIVORCE YOU! AND FROM THIS SECOND, WE ARE NO LONGER HUSBAND AND WIFE!"

DUARRRR!!!!!

Lightning strikes. My eyes suddenly widened staring at the figure of a man standing back to me. With trembling bodies, and clenched fists. Even the sound of his teeth grinding together sounded clear in my ears.

I pulled his legs quickly, hugging him very tightly. However, the leg actually floated. And threw me quite far towards the sofa in front of the bed. Mas Rama's chest rose and fell. His face and eyes look lit up. It was obvious that his anger was unstoppable.

"No, Mas. I beg you, don't do that to me," I whined, while cupping my palms to my chest.

My tears are unstoppable. I don't know what should I do. So that Mas Rama would retract his words.

"Mas...," I whined again, while chasing his steps. I hug his back. But, again he pushed my body. Now my body fell to the bed.

"Don't touch me again, bitch! I'll send your clothes to your apartment later. Because now, you have no right to live in my palace!" he said aloud.

Bang! the door was shut tight. I fell to the floor. grabbed the blanket and squeezed it then screamed as loud as i could.

"Mas Rama...!"

I could only roar, crying over my stupidity. Why can I just have sex with a man who is not my husband. But, where did I go wrong. My head is really messed up. I continue to be confused in pillu.

Until the morning before, I woke up in a very sad state. Rolled up in blankets, and sprawled on the floor. If only there were no repeated knocks from the door. Maybe I won't open my eyes right now. Because the pain in my head is still felt.

"Yes, just a moment!" I answered, when the door to the room kept on knocking.

I quickly pulled up my scarf and put it on. Still wrapped in a blanket. I opened the door and looked out. There was Mira– my best friend at the door with an annoyed face.

"You're still alive, you bastard. What are you doing in the room, I've been banging on the door for half an hour. It won't even open." he babbles with great annoyance. Sarah pushed open the door and barged in.

"Yes, sorry, I'm tired. I slept too soundly," I answered straightforwardly.

"What are you tired of, Arimbi. You are strange. Even Mas Rama, I have come home since last night. Then, why did you wrap your body in a blanket like that?" he asked, tugging at my blanket.

"What the heck, cold you know!" I protested, while gripping my grip tighter on the blanket that covered my naked body.

"Gosh, go take a shower, we're going home at 9 o'clock. So come down for breakfast. After that, who do you want to go home with? Your dear Rama, do you want to pick you up?" he asked, walking back toward the door.

I was silent, because I really don't know who to go back to the apartment with. Mira's birthday with her husband is over. Of course we have to leave immediately. Maybe this villa has been booked by other people to hold events too.

Oh my God, my head almost exploded. Remembering all the beautiful scenes last night. Then the divorce that fell on me because of my stupidity. I want to cry in Mira's arms. But...

"I'm going to my mom's house because you can't accompany me, sorry," said Mira, who was standing at the doorstep with her arms folded across her chest.

"He will come home with me."

We turned our heads together, when suddenly there was a voice I barely recognized. Which really, made me suddenly widen sharply when our gazes met.

~to be continued~