Akad Undereviled

Chapters. 17 Worrying

Arsya woke up after a long sleep. He held his head that felt dizzy at once sore. His hands touched the dried blood at the temple but it still felt thick. He smelled her hand, the smell of the carnation still felt.

Confused about what happened. Why does his head bleed. Arsya tried to remember what happened.

Although faint, but he could see the shadows of what he did last night. Drunk and trying to force Alisha. Yes ... Alisha. He remembered that he had been in pain after the woman hit something on his head. Maybe that's what made his head bleed.

Then, where was the woman now after making her faint. Arsya looked around, looking for his wife. His eyes were on the bathroom. It's gotta be there. Several times when he made Alisha scared the woman would hide behind the small room.

"Alisha," Arsya called while knocking on the bathroom door.

Last night Alisha shut herself up in the bathroom. He fell asleep on the bath tube after weeping. It only dawned when the voice of Adzan called.

"Alisha, open the door!" This time not just knocking but banging.

"Al," cried Arsya.

Can't wait because there is no guarantee, Arsya opened the door forcibly. It was not locked. There's no one there either.

Arsya's eyes caught the bright light coming in from the window curtain as the man walked out of the bathroom. Then switch to a wall clock. It seems like it is very noon. The woman should have left.

Arsya decided to take a shower. The effects of alcohol on the body can be reduced.

He felt his head getting sore due to the water splashing earlier. But not intending to cure. After changing clothes, Arsya immediately looked for her phone. Re-enable the phone that he has been off since yesterday.

Lots of messages coming in. Everyone asked about the truth of the news. No exception to her mother.

The woman who had given birth to him, sent many messages asking for confirmation from the son related to rumors that spread.

He also returned to see social media owned by women who are currently being heavily gossiped with him. Friendly photos of himself and also the woman are still plastered for real. There may be no intention from the woman to remove it.

Confused who to contact, because Jimmy could no longer talk to him. His manager was expelled yesterday. Maybe I want to take care of the problem again.

Arsya grabbed her own hair, and squealed in pain as she remembered a wound on her head.

"Damn!"

In the midst of the anxiety of facing problems, Arsya's stomach is unable to lie. He felt hungry.

"Alisha, make me food!" shouted Arsya. He forgot that he was alone in his apartment. Only then did he realize when the silence answered.

It feels more frustrating. Arsya came out of the room and looked for something in the kitchen that she could eat.

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The sun started to sink. The twilight bed looks beautifully decorate the sky of the capital. In a city park, Alisha sits alone on a wooden bench.

After finishing the morning prayer, Alisha immediately left the apartment. Alisha saw her husband still asleep. Probably because of the alcohol.

That chance he used to leave immediately. She wanted to stay away from her husband for a moment. The fears that Arsya often make increasingly torment the inner Alisha.

He was also allowed to let Mrs Ratih not enter work today. He just wants to be alone.

Alisha did not want to make Imran smile when marrying her fade if she knew the problems she faced. Or a sneer from Laras if he tells about his condition.

Also, can't tell Sarah—his mother-in-law—because it will definitely put that woman to mind. Close friends, Alisha is not there either. The woman is indeed an introvert, who always limits her own association. The only path Alisha thought of was the help of a soul expert.

However, after a long thought, the intention was unsettled. If you go to a psychiatrist, he must tell you about the details of the problems he faces so that the psychologist can help him get out of trouble.

But, it will certainly cause new problems, because now there is a good name husband and also his family that he must take care of. Alisha's mind was too complex to find a way out.

In the end, it just ends alone. Tortured with all the problems that are struggling in the heart.

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The night has come. Usually this clock Alisha has come home but now there is no nose.

Even until the night was getting late and his wife had not returned.

"Argh .. why do I think about girls. Let it be, going home or it's none of my business!" arsya said to himself.

Although he said so, but Arsya did not move from the sofa living room. There, he was still waiting for his wife to come home.

Several times he tried to call Alisha's number but was inactive. He also called his parents' home. Ask Alisha whereabouts and get answers if her mother doesn't know.

"Did Alisha leave because of this news?" ask Sarah across the phone. Instead of answering Arsya just disconnected the phone. Ignoring Sarah who was clamoring called her name there.

Wanted to call Pakdhe Alisha but she didn't know her number.

Ratih's mother also did not escape from the person he asked. "Alisha's permission today, he's not working" replied Ratih earlier.

Once again Arsya tried to contact Alisha. It's still the same. Inactivated.

"Fuckin' girl, make people bother!" he cursed with rage.

He began to think where Alisha was going. To make him unsettled.

Hah .. not calm. Why he worries about the woman. Doesn't Arsya hate Alisha. Because that woman was the beginning of her career setback.

Arsya is aware of what he is doing. For what he waited for Alisha and added trouble to himself. He should just focus on the gossip he is facing. How to silence the mouths of netizens and also women who he considers to be social climbing over him.

In order to distract his thoughts about Alisha's unrequitedness, Arsya begins to reopen the social media app. Looking for a gap to solve the problem.

Deadlocked. Arsya found no way. It turns out he can't be alone without Jimmy's help.

Given the manager, Arsya intends to send a message to apologize. He had already typed a message on his phone.

"Send no, yes." Arsya's prestige made him doubtful. He deleted the message again. Now his hands are moving to social media apps. He saw Jimmy's social media site.

His eyes opened wide to see the photo that Jimmy had just updated. To make sure again if the photo is correct, Arsya saw the date and time the photo was published. Today, two hours ago.

"Truly fucking girls. I'm worried, it hangs out with Jimmy!"