Blood And Tears MY HUSBAND

AYU POV

"Damn it, that girl snatched Leo out of my grasp. Just look at the courage he took what I want, then it means he has tired of living because he has dared to fight me" he said.

AYU POV

My name is Ayu Larasati. Since the six-month-old baby, I have been at Matahari Bunda Orphanage in Jakarta. Ms. Yanti as the head of the parlour I've taken it like my own real mother. When I was twenty years old, I officially held the status of wife of Leonardo Abraham heir to Abraham Group who is now the CEO replacing his father, Mark Abraham. We got married on the basis of a match.

At the beginning of the marriage, I had already received torture from my own husband. The first night that many people said was sick at the beginning but it would be beautiful afterwards, it didn't happen to me. There was only a word of pain because he forced the relationship until my tears were not touched by my husband.

It was true for almost four years of our marriage only occasionally it would be gentle upon unification. Even when his father died two years after our marriage, it became even more so that my husband often came home drunk and ended up torturing me venting his frustration that I did not know why.

What's my fault with her?

I don't know the answer to that question in my heart. There are times when my husband is being nice and even doing romantic things even though only a small surprise makes me love him even though he often does not feel good to me.

I believe in the bottom of my heart my husband is a good person just his temperament attitude that may be difficult away from him so it must make me extra patient to deal with it.

Every time there is a company or personal problem, I always be the impingement. Even so as a good wife I still serve her sincerely and lovingly.

Every day I always satiate his stomach with my various dishes, I prepared the stables from the tip of his hair to the tip of his feet so that he looks neat and dashing when making a living and I also satiate his biological needs whenever he wanted. Even when I wanted it, I tried to be a little aggressive with her to ask first.

At the beginning of the marriage, because I did not know his taste so my husband never wanted to eat my cooking. But I am not a person who gives up easily because life has taught me to continue to fight tirelessly.

Gradually my husband has begun to show his changes are quite good even if only a little but it really means a lot to me.

Slaps, drinks and other violence have become familiar to me in my husband's home. Both from my mother-in-law and my husband.

Before my father-in-law died, he had advised to stay beside his son no matter what the circumstances and if in the future find an answer then please forgive. Papa Leo just keeps saying sorry to me over and over again that I don't know why I'm sorry either.

I am married to his son. Accepting Leo as my husband is what he is. Papa Leo never did anything wrong to me. Why should I apologize. That kept bothering me but after he breathed his last, I had forgotten that which had previously disturbed my feelings.

Shortly after Lintang's death, I suddenly had a trial in my home life. There was a male voice shouting loudly at me so that it woke me up, I was really surprised to find myself in plain condition on the bed of a hotel room with Bram my best friend who I had considered as my own brother especially he was the future husband of the late Lintang, my best friend.

My husband screamed loudly woke us both up even after Bram put on his shirt in a hurry straight away a raw bogem floated on his face. My husband beat Bram mercilessly and even he was dragged by some bodyguard my husband was either taken anywhere I don't know.

After that, a slap floated down my cheek. Caci maki and spicy and sharp sentences were thrown by my husband to me. I try to avoid this slander. I believe I am innocent because at that time I was on the road to the orphanage to let go of the miss with my sisters and Bu Yanti.

I still remember clearly suddenly drowsy in the car and woke up to the current condition in a hotel room with Bram. But Leo didn't trust me until I was dragged home. Upon arrival at his residence, I was locked up in his basement.

Befriended with dark, stuffy and lonely without eating and drinking until I finally fell unconscious and sick. My eyes were swollen crying all the time during my confinement, my body became thin and my face was as pale as a blood-stained person.

"Come with me" said a man whose age was not much different from me giving a helping hand to me.

I looked up my head at the outstretch of his hand to me but I was surprised because his face was similar to mine.

"You who? Why are our faces similar" I asked him.