DIM
episode 55's
Aram's anger immediately overflowed upon hearing that sentence, his eyes immediately staring at Amara. Aram's hand moved closer to Amara's face, and gripped Amara tightly.
"never say that sentence again" said Aram with great emphasis.
Amara looked back at Aram, there was no more fear in him. With all her might Amara let go of Aram's hand on her cheek.
"What's wrong, huh? are you the only one who can make a decision here? am I not entitled to myself at all? I want to be free, I want to be.I want AKGGGHHH." Amara shouted loudly, much he wanted to say but it was hard to say.
"WILL NOT.however you will remain mine."press Aram pressed both shoulders of anger.
"you're a selfish mass." Amara's teeth were wrestling.
"Don't blame me one day for going away from you" continued Amara.
"And don't blame me for locking you up in this room" Aram said looking at Amara deeply.
"You think you can lock me up, huh?"
"then look" said Aram, releasing his hand from Amara and walking toward Asa who had woken up and gazed at them.
Aram took the baby and took him to his carrier, and he walked to the door.
Amara who saw it immediately ran up to Aram.
"DON'T BRING MY SON." cried Amara angrily, he tried to take Asa in Aram's arms.
with one hand Aram can push Amara to make Amara fall on the floor.
"you want to see what I can do, so from this moment on look." said Aram and opened the door and quickly he came out and locked the door from the outside.
In the room Amara banged on the door with all her might and kept shouting for Aram to open the door.
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The sound of birds singing was melodious in the morning plus the warm feeling delivered by the sun made the morning so beautiful.
But that beauty doesn't apply to a woman in a room that's like a broken ship.
everything was a mess of glass, clothes, and there were some blood splattered on the floor of the room.
chequeleked
the sound of the door opening, the woman did not move in the slightest but her tears arrived coming out and she just let it go without wiping.
the sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet room.
the window he was looking at was immediately blocked by Aram's large body crouching before him.
"I thought you were going to do this" said Aram, touching Amara's bleeding hand and some had dried up.
"Don't touch me" said Amara brushed off Aram's hand that touched his.
"You know, I really don't like the hard nature of your head" Aram said pointing at Amara's head.
"Where's my son?" Amara looked at Aram.
"He won't be with you for a week because he's with you" Aram replied casually.
"return my son." said Amara with great emphasis.
There is nothing more painful for a mother than to be separated from her child.
Aram smiled seeing that.
"don't you want to see what I can do." In an instant a needle directly pierced Amara's arm.
a drop of tears came out and before long Amara's gaze darkened.
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seriated
warm regards from author 😘
see you next time
