Black Pen

97

The deeper my race grows, the greater my desire to have it fully.

"Did he really split the bed?" My logic is starting to work apparently.

"How can a man who has separated his bed still go home and one house with his wife?" My bad thoughts started haunting me.

"What if he lies? what if I get pregnant and he leaves me to reunite with his wife?" Instantly my anxiety felt, as it slowly began to change.

Our relationship went back 9 months, how could he split the bed but never discussed anything about his divorce, even I do not know when he was in court.

Since yesterday afternoon he did not contact me, he was impressed indifferent some days not as usual. I tried to contact him to get rid of the bad thoughts that kept bothering me.

"Don't bother my husband" I haven't had time to send a message, a new message has come in, with a propyl photo of a happy little family of fathers, mothers and sons.

"Jeez, this is Akbar, who is this woman? is this his wife?" My mind grew more and more disheartened, sad, shocked and incredulous at what I read a few seconds ago.

"Your own husband came to me, I never bothered him" I replied to the message with tears streaming down, ' she said , I realized I had been stuck in the wrong person until I finally ventured to avenge him with mounting anger.

"If you don't give me hope, maybe things won't happen, stop bothering our family". He returned my message within seconds.

"Looly woman" A sentence that will always echo in my mind. The last word I don't want to reply to. I hate Akbar, I shouldn't trust him anymore.

That day was like the destruction I felt again, just got happiness now I have to swallow bitterness (again).

My feelings are so broken, there is even a lot of fear in my mind, what if I get pregnant? Pregnant from a man who turned out to be still the husband of a person, who the other day said he had separated from the bed.

"HAAAAAH..how stupid I am, it's clear I was once disappointed why I could easily fall back in the arms of traitors" My mind continues to complain of self-blame.

My fear had apparently grown into a grudge, I chose to continue this forbidden relationship with the aim of getting revenge. My heart filled with anger, the desire to destroy continuously grew to shut down all the good that Akbar had given me so far.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you again" Akbar said as he met me in a fit of rage.

"I'm fine, I don't care about him ! I'll keep you". I gave a pretty firm story to Akbar.

He just smiled, after that great fight I no longer care about his wife, I keep walking on my main goal, no more lies between us, all I do very nicely.

This time Akbar divided his time for me as well as his wife, apparently this traitor has been very smart in arranging strategy, I follow the game. I did everything he commanded, I obeyed all his will to remain silent. Often his wife called to express her anxiety in front of me, sometimes making me depressed and feeling guilty. Even so, Akbar still made me a priority. He spends more time with me than he does with his wife and he treats me very special.