A Star

Fifty-seven

Two months after the incident, Pandu's attitude began to change, his attitude became cold and indifferent to me, at first I tried to understand that he was very disappointed because of my actions.

Even though at the hospital, Pandu was sweet, and would help me recover from my trauma and promised to open up to each other, but why now even like this? my mind just kept struggling but didn't know what to do.

But for a long time I could not stand his attitude as well, he had rarely given me an inner living for various reasons, I could only keep quiet because the reason still made sense.

But if the problem of attention that began to decrease, I can open my voice even though the end will be a quarrel, which will eventually stay with each other without greeting each other for several days, he said, it was also me who had to greet him first.

Miris it feels, when I think the household will be happier, it turns out even like this reality.

Pandu also never mentioned pregnancy again to me, although I really wanted to share with him about the trauma I suffered because of the past, it was also because of his actions.

I felt neglected, especially with the many filming schedules that Pandu received, as if supporting him to stay away from me.

If this is the case, I can only cry alone, to share with others it feels reluctant, because household problems in my opinion are a disgrace that must be guarded.

The busy schedule made me and Pandu rarely met even though we lived together, I began to feel alone and lonely, he set off in the morning blind as I was sleeping after exhaustion awaited him all night never coming, and that night, he came in when I was tired and fell asleep.

"tonight I have to be strong, don't fall asleep, I have to talk to him!" I muttered alone.

I who do not like to drink coffee, forced to drink coffee so that my eyes do not sleep, lest I fall asleep again, this is my chance to talk to him.

Tap..

While sipping coffee in my second cup, the sound of Pandu's footsteps approached the door, I immediately got up and was about to greet him.

I put on a sweet face to welcome her, but what? I found her coming home drunk from her staggering walk.

"step!" he said while pushing me.

"are you drunk?" ask me and help her into the room.

"it's none of your business!!!" he said fiercely, even he brushed my hand violently.

"why did you become like this?" my many.

"all because of you!" replied Pandu while pointing at my face with his left hand.

It hurts so bad, Pandu who used to be considerate and sweet, now turns rude and no longer cares about me.

"we have to talk Pan!" I said when he dropped his body on the bed.

"i'm tired!" he said with his eyes closed.

I took off the unopened shoes and socks, loosened my belt and unbuttoned her shirt to make her more comfortable.

Pandu didn't flinch, he let me do all that, but I knew he wasn't really asleep.

I lay myself down beside his body, my face I deliberately faced him, I looked at him who was starting to snore regularly,

"what are your injuries as a result of me? why did you turn out like this?" I said as I stroked her face, I began to cry as I pleased.

"are you still angry and have not forgiven me?" muttered again.

"even if you don't ask me if I've recovered from my trauma or not!" further

my.

"i'm really tired.staying is enough to make me waver!" I said again, sobbing.

I was tired of crying until I finally fell asleep with Pandu.

Pandu Pov's.

Tonight I was just drinking a little, unlike the night last night, I was still conscious and not yet in the drunk category, when I came home, the room lights were still on, she said, I'm sure Dara must be waiting for me just like the day before.

I knew the purpose was waiting for me to come, but I was still reluctant to talk to her, somehow my heart still hurt to remember her two months ago.

Although I had always ignored her, she had never been negligent in her duties as a wife, I barely found the loophole of her mistakes.

When I entered the room, she tried to talk to me, I also saw her start crying, I immediately laid my body on the bed so as not to see her tears, she said, those tears always made me weak in front of her.

I pura put myself to sleep so that he does not bother me anymore, he put himself beside my body.

He began to pour out his heart while gently touching my face, making my temper improve, yet I endured, I wanted to teach him a lesson by not giving him an inner living.

He often protests, but again I ignore him, he rarely protests again after knowing the end we will fight and not greet each other.

He started crying as much as he could make my heart ache to hear it, so I decided to really fall asleep, I really lost to those tears.

When she began to sleep, I opened my eyes and looked at her face that was swollen from crying for too long,

"forgive me.." I muttered.

Pov End

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