EVEN THOUGH MY WIFE IS BLIND

11. Heartbroken

It was not long, but enough to make Soraya long. He doesn't know why he really needs Dalvin to be by his side.

"Where were you?" Soraya asked as she felt Dalvin's face with her fingers.

"I bought this for you..." Dalvin answered while thrusting a small stick one meter long into Soraya's grasp.

"What's this?" Soraya asked as she clasped it tightly.

"Sticks. You need this every time. It will help you as long as you are alone..." Dalvin explained.

Soraya looks unhappy. He thought, with this stick, Dalvin would not visit him often again.

"Why? You don't like it?" Dalvin asked who realized Soraya's countenance turned grim.

"No. I'm happy, it's gonna get better... And surely, I won't bother you much anymore either, will I?..." Soraya replied while forcing herself to smile.

"I will continue to look after and protect you, Sora... Believe that... But at least, as long as you are alone, I won't be too worried... Although I didn't promise before, but I feel obliged to fulfill the mandate of Rio..." Dalvin.

Soraya just nodded. Nor does he know what to say to say that he is comfortable with Dalvin by his side. Although this man sounded rude, but at least he was not as cold as Rio.

"Stand..." Dalvin's Order.

"U-for what?" Soraya is confused by Dalvin.

"I'll tell you the ins and outs of this house... So, stand... We start here..." Answer Dalvin.

Soraya stands.

"Use your cane properly..." Dalvin fixed the position of Sora's grip onto the small stick.

"When you stand like this, four meters in front of you is the door of the room... If you face to the left, seven meters in front of you the door to the outside of the house. But, if you lean to the right, you will walk towards the kitchen. You remember?" Dalvin attempted to explain the core direction of Soraya's standing.

Soraya nodded.

"Now try to walk where you want... This house is also not too big, so you will easily understand it..." Dalvin said again.

Soraya seemed to think for a moment, then he decided to face the incline to the right. He used his wand well, fumbling the floor with it so as not to stumble later.

Tech...

The little stick touched the wall, Soraya was silent for a moment, then she tried to find space. Dalvin smiled, Soraya's target was very precise, the girl had made it to the kitchen.

Dalvin followed, and Soraya seemed to observe every step of Dalvin that approached him.

"Now you're in the kitchen, Sora... You want to know what's in here?" Dalvin asked so eagerly as to see the ambition on Soraya's face.

Once enough Dalvin told him, he had so memorized every room he pitched. He even touched the things in the house well.

"Why do you prefer the kitchen as your main goal?" Dalvin asked after they walked together around the ins and outs of the house.

"Because I never thought of leaving this house, that's why I didn't choose the exit..." Soraya's reply astonished Dalvin.

"Is that how important Rio is to you?"

Soraya. He himself did not know the answer to the question Dalvin had asked him.

"Lately I've started to feel like I live in this house. Not like before, where I felt dead all day. I'm minder..." Reveal Soraya.

"Look at the future, Sora... Don't feel like your life will be at one point... Everything will change every second, if we go in the right direction..." Again, Dalvin seemed to be advising himself. He even thought, who is more pitiful between the two of them.

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Returning from Rio's house, Dalvin headed straight for his house. Suddenly his heart was hot looking at the scene before his eyes.

Duta and Amira were together that night. They look friendly when Amira is leaning on the Ambassador's shoulders.

At the time Duta accidentally saw Dalvin coming, he even more heated up by embracing Amira's shoulder and peeling his forehead.

Dalvin's hands clenched. He looked angry as if he wanted to pull the collar of his stepbrother's shirt. However, when he recalls Amira's confession, he undoes his intentions.

He rushed into the house and went straight to his room.

BRAAKKK

The door to his room he slammed hard. He began to vent his anger by random shuffling all the contents of his room. He was so angry with himself. Why is he too a slave to love, so that he cannot control himself when he sees Amira.

Dalvin's tired. He sat down languidly on the floor and leaned against the edge of his bed, then grabbed his hair so strongly.

"Is Amira not a sincere woman, so she never glanced at me at all? Obviously I love him more than myself..." Dalvin murmured softly. Hearts painful.

He really felt heartbroken, considering his happiness all this time was just Amira. All the stories in her life are just Amira. However, the girl had never even once sided with him, and even preferred her half-brother who had not known Amira for a long time like her.

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