A Cup of Black Coffee

Chapter 10

All the way we were silent, I did not return the words that blamed me.

Whatever he wants, I guess he'll blame me.

What I see is sometimes she cries, and then she goes back to being quiet. All his behavior doesn't matter, because I have to focus on driving.

I don't want to die silly fighting while driving.

How many people have died in a car?

Fortunately our condition is quite conducive, Hulya does not provoke my anger.

Arriving at home, I chose to go down immediately without caring about it.

The kitchen was my goal. At least a mouthful of cold water can dampen my hot heart.

Hulya sat herself down on the living room sofa and again cried.

I told Hendi I couldn't go back to the store, and now I'm stuck here. Curse yourself.

What am I gonna do here? Entertaining Hulya? It is not comforting that we will be in a world war, because it is certain that Hulya will come back to attack me and blame me.

Then afterwards? I have to apologize like a loser? It won't.

Not only was she forced into this marriage, she should have remembered that we were married because of an arranged marriage.

If he likes another man, he should be strict with his parents and refuse.

Now he blames me. Naturally I accepted him, because I wanted to please my parents, at that time I also had no relationship with other women.

Now my feelings for Hulya are numb. The heart I tried to open for her, now I'm closing again. I'm hurt enough.

With a breath I approached Hulya and sat opposite her.

"Do you want me to take you to Abi's house?" bargained.

Wouldn't it be better for us to separate now, not to want a divorce right now. I just want him to introspect himself at his parents' house.

Let abi and uminya who see the state of his daughter and may be able to open the mind of Hulya, if the feelings in her are wrong.

He looked at me sharply, making me wince in wonder.

"You intentionally want me to be mad at abi?!" his jolt.

Gosh, I meant well, but it turned out to be so shortsighted. No more Hulya's soft voice to me. Now he even dares to call you and me.

Alright Hulya, this is all at your request.

"Whatever, I'm just offering myself. Did I say I should tell you our problems with your parents? Clear your bad thoughts about me Hulya!" my toilet then left him again.

I chose to go into my room and rest my body. Until late afternoon there was no sign of Hulya entering the room.

We'd better split up the room, I can't afford to sleep with her anymore.

When I came out, Hulya wasn't in the living room. I went into the kitchen looking for her figure.

Then I stepped foot into the second room, when I wanted to knock I heard the stuffing again.

I just sighed then chose to avoid it and returned to the kitchen.

Finally I decided to order ready-to-eat food through the app for our dinner, I'm sure Hulya won't cook today, maybe until tomorrow.

After the food arrived, I knocked on the door of his room. It turned out that I wasn't the only one who wanted to part rooms with her. He also wanted to separate rooms.

"Yes, eat first, I've ordered food for you!" take me in a slightly loud tone to call him.

There is no lawfulness. I knocked back his room. I'm worried she's okay.

"Hulya! Please don't make it difficult, if you are sick, it will make your parents know your problem!" peekikku again.

Don't we? It's her problem, not mine, so I didn't tell you our problem. Not out of responsibility, but what can I do? Obviously I deny it.

Is she not tired of crying?

"I'm lazy to eat" he said.

In the past when his voice was like that I would panic and seduce him to get back up in spirit. But now I feel ordinary.

"Do you want to get sick and your parents will ask you a lot of questions? It's up to you, I just don't want to make things difficult for you!" grunting.

I don't call him 'dek' now either'. We were like strangers living together.

"I will occupy this room, starting tonight, you can return to the master room after eating" I explained.

He looked up in disbelief. "I'm sorry" that's all he said.

Wonderful I'm the same Hulya, a little bit sorry, then before long she blames me. His attitude made me ride a rolercoster. It's going up and down very fast.

"There's no need to apologize anymore if it's all insincere from your heart" I said.

I went to the kitchen to fill my stomach. I should now focus on developing my business rather than thinking about a household that will somehow end up going somewhere.

Turns out he was following me. He sat down in front of me and opened the package that I was sliding towards him.

When I opened my order, she was surprised that I ordered food that she never ordered nor did she cook for me.

Of course he was surprised, he wished I was like Azam, but we were obviously two different people.

I used to accept whatever he served me. But not now. He should know that I am Ragil, not Azam.

"Do you like food like that?" now he calls me back.

I chewed my food casually before answering her question.

"From the time I used to love food like this, you just didn't find out what I liked. Everything you give me that Azam likes is not me!" flat answer.

He gasped then looked down and continued his meal.

"I'm sorry" he said that again.

"No need to apologize and then change my mind and blame me" I said.

No more talking, we eat in silence. As I was about to clean up my food scraps, he held it in.

"Let me do the laundry. Then the food is mas," he said with a smile.

If I used to be happy with her smile, but not now. I know he just had to.

I went back to the main room to get my clothes done. I relented, for this room was indeed more worthy of Hulya than I was.

Although the second room has no bathroom, it's okay, I just need a place to rest.

Hulya then joined me by sitting by the bed.

He saw me busy cleaning clothes in the closet.

"Is this room for me?" tanyakanya.

Huh! My heart melted, not wishing, I just thought he would invite me to undo the intention.

In fact, he really wished we were apart.

"Until when are we like this Hulya?" many finally.

Not to get back together, I need certainty about the continuation of our household.

"You mean mas?" hernia.

"Are we going to be like this forever?" he gasps. I know what he's thinking.