At the End of My Tired!

part VIII

Sarah slipped into the house, like a thief afraid of being discovered. Earlier in the hospital, he had to argue with the doctor that mode, who insisted on taking him home. And now Sarah has to be late to go home.

Clamps.. Suddenly the living room lights turned on, and saw a man standing while leaning against the wall by folding his hands. Facing exactly towards Sarah stood up, looking at her with a very sharp gaze.

"Is this house has changed its function to boarding, so you can freely go in and out without knowing the rules. Do you want to be ja*la*ng, by roaming freely out there!?.." Sarah Sculpts, hearing the hurtful remarks from her husband.

"Is your phone broken, so you can't contact me even if you just send or reply to my message?!.." Ask Angga again, still with overflowing emotions. But Sarah was silent where she stood without saying anything.

"Are you deaf, so you can't hear your phone ring so many times? Huh!.." Angga shouted very loudly, then walked slowly towards Sarah.

Plakk. Angga's slap landed perfectly on his wife's smooth cheek, with a voice so loud it sounded, echoing throughout the silent living room.

Sarah's reddened cheeks died traces of the palm of Angga's large, and her ears felt buzzing. For a moment Sarah was in a daze, until she almost fell to the floor. Fortunately, Siti grabbed Sarah's shoulder and took her to the sofa.

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Bi Siti accidentally eavesdropped on her employer's quarrel, as she was about to fetch some drinking water in the kitchen. I don't know what's holding him back from staying there, so he's not moving out of that kitchen at all. Even walk slowly approaching the divider between the living room to the kitchen.

When he saw the employer in a slap very hard, bi Siti until infected with shock. His article, heard from his voice alone his cheeks felt very pained. Especially her female employer. In a slap as hard as that, it must have hurt a lot.

As bi Siti was about to turn back to the room, she caught the silhouette of her female master as if about to fall. Without thinking long, bi Siti immediately ran and held both shoulders of her employer then brought her to sit on the sofa.

"Mom, are you okay?.." Back bi Siti asked, but Sarah was still silent without saying anything. Make bi Siti more anxious in his making.

"Auntie just come back, it's night, mother let me be the same. I'll take mom to the room." then Angga approached Sarah and crouched down to hold her. But yet Angga had not held his wife, Sarah immediately rejected him.

"I can do it myself.".. Sarah stood up and turned to bi Siti. " Thank you, auntie can rest now, I'm fine." Said Sarah while smiling gently towards bi Siti.

Then Sarah walked past Angga, without turning her head in the least. Slowly Sarah climbed up the stairs to the room, her head was very painful, her eyes began to blur. But he still insisted on walking.

Once inside the room, Sarah rushed to clean herself and change her clothes. For a moment in the face of her husband's former palm, her cheeks began to turn blue. This wasn't her first slap, but this sense of her was much more painful than the one before her. Not only her cheeks hurt, but also her heart.

When Sarah came out of the bathroom, she glanced at her husband who was sitting on the side of the bed as he stared at her.

Without caring for Angga, Sarah climbed to the other side of the bed pulling the blanket up to the limit of her neck. He wanted to immediately rest his tired body, ah, not only his tired physique, but also his heart and mind.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I really didn't mean to slap you earlier, I was just getting emotional. You didn't reply to my message and didn't even pick up my call, I was worried about you out there. But you don't appreciate it at all. Once again I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry." Angga said at length while staring at his wife's back, then he pulled Sarah into his embrace.

But Sarah did not budge, but also did not refuse when Angga pulled her into the arms of her husband. He just wasn't strong enough to rebel anymore.