Being a Night Butterfly

TMKM 04

Fatih blindly. Gripped Melinda's arm very firmly. It did not matter even though the woman was already grimacing in pain and kept asking for forgiveness. Fatih doesn't care about that. In fact, what is even more sad is the low level of caring and empathy from people around you. Those who were there just kept quiet and watched the quarrel without anyone breaking up. 

"I didn't think you'd been lying to me all this time! W*Ng!" fatih without pity. 

"I'm sorry, Mom. I had to." Melinda continued to bathe with tears that broke down her beautiful face. However, Fatih did not care. 

With a very rough move, Fatih pulled Melinda out of there. Leaving the place without saying goodbye at all. In fact, Melinda's belongings were still left in the room and Fatih was completely unwilling to take them. Choosing to have Melinda get on the bike and go fast. 

Fatih did not immediately bring Melinda home, but pulled off his bike on a quiet street. When her husband's motorbike had stopped, Melinda's body inched in fear. There was a very intense feeling of uneasiness being felt.

"Down!" fatih's orders. 

"Mas, why don't we go home? Come on, we better talk about all this at home." Melinda cupped both hands in front of her chest. 

There was no response from Fatih. The man looked at his wife very sharply as if he was going to skin her alive. Noticing her husband's gaze filled with flashes of anger, Melinda chose to slowly retreat. 

"I won't be home until you explain everything here!" Fatih's voice was still rising. Showing how great the anger that was controlling the man was. In fact, his eyeballs that were fully rounded as if they were about to escape from its place instantly made Melinda even more frightened. 

"But, Mas ...." 

"You! I didn't expect that you've been so cheap all this time!" fatih. He gripped his wife's chin firmly. Like he's gonna break his bones. Melinda could only shut up and cry. 

"You said you work in a cafe, but you're a whore! Cheap lady! How many men have fucked you?" tanya Fatih was full of emphasis. Melinda was silent, closing her eyes without daring to answer at all. He was afraid of Fatih's anger and worried that the man would do more than this. That guy could have killed him. If that had happened, Melinda would never have left Atha. All he thought about now if he had to leave was Atha. 

"Answer! Don't you have a mouth to answer!" Fatih let go of her hand grip violently. Making Melinda's face feel crashing. 

Melinda looked up and looked at her husband. The glint of anger was still evident from the look in the man's eyes. In fact, the veins on the face are clearly visible. It shows how emotional this guy is right now. 

"Mas, I was forced to do this for Atha." Melinda answered softly, but could still be heard well by Fatih. 

"For Atha? For Atha's sake you're willing to be jal*ng! Basic cheesy! Wife doesn't know it's lucky!" fatih swear without caring about the feelings of Melinda who is now crumbling dimly. 

Melinda rem*s chest with pretty strong. There was a great pain that he felt there. All the wounds that had accumulated in the heart long ago, as if they were about to overflow wide. Even now Melinda is still trying to hold back. 

"Mas, you should have realized that I'm like this because of you." Melinda took a long breath. 

"Me?" Fatih is back. His gaze was sharpening. "I never asked you to be a whore! You're guilty and now you blame me!" snapped Fatih did not accept. 

Fatih's chest looks up and down because it's too emotional. "So you blame me? You fucking lady!" 

Plaque! 

A slap landed on Melinda's cheek. Creating a sense of radiating heat let alone the slap was extremely powerful. Instead of feeling guilty, Fatih just looks more emotional. While Melinda just silent while rubbing her cheeks that began to feel sore. 

"Don't I tell you that if I win gambling, I'll give you the money?" Fatih's voice was still rising. 

"When did you win the game, Mom? All this time you've always lost and you've even taken my money to gamble. You should have thought, Mom. You're the head of the family. Me and Atha are your responsibility! You should have worked hard to make a living for the needs of our lives and treated Atha. If I'm not like this, then how to ...." 

"Bedeb*h shit! So, you didn't sincerely lend me your salary as a prostitute! You take it easy, I'll replace it later even tenfold! Hmh!" Fatih spat in front of Melinda heartlessly. Being nonchalant even though it might offend Melinda. 

Melinda chose silence. He did not answer because he was conscious. If it continues then there is this fight will be even greater. Melinda did not want if her husband's anger was growing. Choose to be silent so that the gripping atmosphere becomes lost. 

After being quiet enough for each other. Fatih pulled Melinda's hand and asked her to get on the bike again. Melinda refused. Don't want to go home right now. It also brought back emotion. 

"Are you coming to that brothel again? You're not satisfied with a striped-nose guy?" Fatih started yelling again.

Melinda nodded weakly. "No, Mas. I just can't go home under these circumstances. If Atha woke up, he would have asked a lot. So is your mother." 

"Ck!" Fatih clucked loudly. Staring at his wife from top to bottom who uses sexy clothes. The skirt only closes a little thigh as well as the cleavage is open. Really, if you look deeper, Melinda so evocative desire. However, when he remembered Melinda who had slept with many men, he immediately made Fatih feel disgusted. "Hurry now! You take it easy, they won't wake up if you don't talk much later." 

Melinda also only resigned when Fatih had told him to go up. Then both went home. In her heart Melinda always prayed that her son and mother-in-law would sleep. If they saw Melinda wearing the clothes she is today, it was certain that Melinda would feel bad. 

Upon arrival in front of the house, Melinda's heart pounded. Especially when you see the lights in the house are still on. Perhaps her son and mother-in-law had not slept. 

"Come on!" fatih's orders. Melinda was still unmoved and hesitant as she was about to enter. 

"Mas, I ...." 

Chequek! 

The door opened and the Goddess came out. "You're home yet?"