A marriage full of wounds

chapter 8

"Akh!" Screaming in pain, Catherine again sounded miserable. While getting rough treatment from her husband — Jeffin.

The man, firmly pulling Catherine's hair to his feet, with a gloomy face, Jeffin flanked the wily jaw of his little wife's pitiful face, using one hand, and the other, he used to pull Catherine's hair on the back, making the girl raise her head with a face of pain and sadness.

"Deliver!" Pinta Catherine with a look of grant and a husky hoarse voice.

"Akhs! Jeffin jerked Catherine's back hair strongly, thus making the girl complain of extreme pain in the back to him.

"What, you say? Release' you?" Whisper Jeffin with a terrible chuckle right over his wife's face.

"Please let go, me," Catherine asked once more with a face that was increasingly enduring the pain in the back of her head as well as the jaw of her face.

"No, it's that easy to let go of you, cheap girl," whispered the man right, in Catherine's ear with a sharp cold voice. "After, take the position of my poor wife. And — with pride, you call yourself a wife and are happy in the suffering of my beloved wife" whispered Jeffin with sarcastic words that again inflicted pain on Catherine.

"But, I'm not wrong in this, sir. I, too, did not know that you were married" concluded Catherine softly, whose tone of voice was restrained. Resisting the pain in the back of his head as well as his heart.

"Curtain! You, think I believe? Sure, this is your tactic, to fool mommy' right?" Jeffin's whisper with a suppressive tone of voice and once again pulled Catherine's hair strongly and gripped both sides of his wife's cheeks.

"Akh!" Catherine could only shake her head with a face enduring the pain so deeply. He was also very difficult to make a shrieking sound in pain, because at this time, Jeffin gripped both cheeks.

Be ill. That's what Catherine feels right now, physically and mentally. The beautiful first night that had been on her mind, as the wife of a handsome man, was now only getting physical and inner wounds.

The first night that she hoped for was beautiful was now only a pseudo-dream, when Catherine found out about the bitter truth of her husband, who already had a wife that she loved so much.

"Go, from here, cheesy!" Jeffin's thrust was rough, while pushing Catherine's body forward. His little wife fell back to the floor.

"Aragh!" Catherine's agonizing cry was followed by a bitter cry. His face was also very sad. The wedding dress he was wearing now looked crumpled. Her well-groomed long hair now looks messy and the perfect make-up that adorns her face now, looks unformed, by the tears and cold sweat of the girl flooding her face.

"SILENCE! DON'T LET OUT THAT DISGUSTING VOICE OF YOURS, HERE. YOUR VOICE IS MAKING MY WIFE IN PAIN." Jeffin snapped violently while again hurting his little wife by stepping on Catherine's palm.

Catherine could only endure the pain on her palms while holding back the sobbing of a bitter cry with a red face full of tears and cold sweat.

"BIBI BEATRICE!" Jeffin's screams blared, as it rained out there.

The butler who had witnessed it since, Catherine was treated arbitrarily by her young master, smiling full of scorn and cunning.

"This, just the beginning, village girl," the stern-faced woman's inner self, entered Jeffin's first wife's room.

"Bring, he came out and cleaned his body and his wound, I, don't want mommy to know this," Jeffin's orders and warnings were cold, without looking at the butler. Also ignoring Catherine who was drooping limp on the floor and occasionally heard a soft sniff from the girl's mouth and alternately, a stifled hiss that endured the pain.

The professional man looked only at the figure of his first wife who was lying weak. And looked at him full of love and longing.

"Bring, he's soon," Jeffin sidelines full of emphasis.

"Come on!" Say the woman with a flat face and a reluctant tone.

Unfeelingly, the woman was about 45 years old, pulling rough wrists — Catherine. Which makes the little girl again grimace pain, when the palm of the scar on her husband's leg bleeds.

"You, there's no need to look pathetic here. Because no one will have mercy, you. There are, all that are here corner your existence that has taken a husband from another woman. The — where the woman is in a coma. Where common sense, you when you want this marriage. What, just this honor you have?" Beatrice's aunt continued to issue words of illness to Catherine, while demanding Catherine into a room not far from Jeffin's first wife's room.

"Come in!" Pinta aunty Beatrice with a keto.

"From now on, this is your room. And ... don't be too presumptuous to open the room, ladies and gentlemen. Because, you're just considered an outsider here," circus aunt Beatrice is cynical.

"There will be a servant who will help you, to cleanse your body as well as your wounds. And ... remember. Don't let this happen, get to Madame Margaretha's ears. If, until that happens, then I assure you, young master will be wrathful." The light of Aunt Beatrice with an arrogant face. And not indifferent.

The woman also left Catherine who was now sitting in front of the door of her room that was not as luxurious, owned by Jeffin's first wife.

Catherine, back crying for her miserable fate. Thinking, his life ahead. Why should he accept this fact, if in the end he will suffer. Why and why. That's how it is, Catherine who has only regrets.

Just one day as a mistress in the Abrahamic residence, she was already getting rough treatment and was not appreciated. In despicable, maki and scorn were looked down upon by her own husband as well as the servants.

What about her future fate, can she survive this condition, where her husband who she so admired hated herself and looked down upon.

The pain of the physical wounds she received, was not comparable to the pain of the truth she knew and also the abuse and the curse of her more dominant husband disturbed her feelings at this time.

Catherine, straightening her back and wiping away her rough tears, she then rose up in limp, while enduring the pain on her entire body.

He stumbled into the bathroom, wanting to see Margaretha. He wanted to say all the feelings he now felt. He wanted to present a bitter statement to Margaretha's mistress who was dishonest with her son's condition.

Catherine stood under the shower with her bridal outfit still attached to her body. He allowed the cold water to wash away his entire body and his wounded heart.

Catherine, back crying bitterly while beating her chest that felt so tight when remembering all Jeffin's rude treatment.

The poor girl slumped back to the floor, hugging her two feet that were already shaking with cold. Catherine ignored him and continued to cry pitifully.

What kind of marriage has he lived, a marriage full of pain and wounds.

Can he survive this wound-filled marriage? Or.. should he just give up? To hell with the talk and scorn of the people in his village. Most importantly, Catherine wasn't hurt anymore.