Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 17

The destruction was already visible before the eyes. Failure looms over it. Alarick's words to release her, so much as to throw Sherin into a sense of worthlessness. “Moreover, Mas?” Sherin looked at her husband disappointed.

Alarick did not reply, He merely harbored a flat view. There is no language that can be deduced from the look of his face. Silence is indeed the most powerful way that is always successful in dumping others in big question marks. Just like Sherin feels now.

“Is there no place in your heart for me?” Sherin asked further in a hoarse voice. Not for the sake of his pride, but for the sake of the sacred bond of marriage which he hoped would only happen once in a lifetime. All this time he has survived in discomfort, because sure one day everything will be beautiful. But Alarick's words just now had forced him to give up.

For Sherin, Free he fought, in vain he survived, if in the end the word “give up” which became an option.

Asked that, Alarick was also unable to give an answer. Until Sherin says, “ can not answer yes, Mas?”

“Not so. Too complicated to explain, Rin,” call Alarick.

“What a complicated thing, Mas. Just say that you love him, love him, miss him, expect him more than anything and more, Mas?” cecar Sherin's.

“It's not just about love, Sherin. But this is about guilt,” tepis Alarick. His gaze pointed right at Sherin's eyeballs, as if to show the presence of sincerity there, as a reflection of his heart. Sherin was instantly speechless, her husband's eye language could be understood correctly.

“Protection?” murmured Sherin softly, a few jokes later.

“A huge sense of guilt, but it can't make up for it in any way. That's been haunting my life all this time, Sherin,” Alarick said in a soft voice.

“why can't redeem it, Mas?”

“It can't be,” regrets Alarick so deep.

Sherin looked at the face of her husband who was not considered carefully, on the face was a picture of sadness that was so domineering. Sherin sighed slowly. “Share your sorrow with me, Mas. Share your wounds with me. Let me help!”

“No, sherin,” reject Alarick while shaking briefly. He even immediately turned his heels about to pass.

“Mas,” prevent Sherin with her calls. “I am your wife, I am obligated to ease your burden. And isaiah Allah, I will be patient in what you have not been able to do. But allow me to be the sustainer of your grief, Mas.”

Alarick could only look at his wife with a deepening sense of guilt. The next second he grabbed the body wrapped in brown robe and carried it in his arms. Alarick drowned his head in the recesses of Sherin's head covered in hijab. Now the burden of guilt is multiplied. Not to mention his guilt on his past story that has not finished—or maybe will never finish—kini plus he has made a person so sincere like Sherin washed away in discomfort, because of his actions.

“No plans to visit Aura today?” ask Alarick while letting go of a hug. He changed the subject, not wanting to hurt Sherin too deeply. Or precisely, because they do not want to submerge themselves in the wound that is still buried.

“Yes, I have an appointment with Quinsha.” Sherin watches her watch. “in half an hour, she'll pick me up,”.

“I'll take you there. All I want to meet with Damaresh,” break up Alarick.

“Mas won't be to factory?”

“No luck, no papa.”

“Good. I'll tell Quinsha ... Drink the coffee first, I'll be ready." Sherin immediately turned her heels. But Alarick prevented his wife from leaving by holding her hand.

"Get me along for a minute, Sherin!"

"Where?"

Alarick didn't answer and didn't take Sherin's hand. The man got up and walked out onto the side porch, with one hand holding a drink glass, and the other hand not letting go of his wife.

"I'd like to sit here for a while, accompany me!"

Sherin nodded and immediately sat down next to Alarick who had sat down first. The man often asked Sherin to accompany him as he is today.

Usually he will open the conversation with some light questions to his wife. All of this is done so that Sherin does not feel ignored. In fact, the door of his heart was shut, and the key was thrown away. But Alarick realized, Sherin was his wife, and he had no small obligation to the woman he had been married to for more than two years.

In the hospital.

Aura Aneshka has indeed regained her consciousness, thanks to the incredible love of her husband—Damaresh William—Aura's return was welcomed with joy by all. Even Claudya William—bunda Damaresh— today also came to visit Aura. He treated the son-in-law with affection and tenderness.