Feel Engineering

The Fight of Flight

Chapter 46 the Fight of Flight

The deg!!!

Uncompleted his surprise at the current state of the room, he was again startled by the angry voice from Azka's lips.

The whole joint felt like it was out of place. He was too shocked to hear the words of slander that flowed smoothly from the mouth of the man he loved so much, the father of the baby he was carrying.

His eyes heated up releasing a clear liquid at both corners. His heart was pumping his blood very quickly, this was not what he wanted to see, not something like this that he wanted to hear after stepping foot into this house.

"I didn't know you were that cheap!"

Azka immediately stood up from the sofa that had been waiting for Dea there. He walked past Dea out of the room and slammed the door very hard.

Dea flinched, he ran after Azka.

"Bang Azka, brother wrong fah-"

Nah!

Back the sound of the door pounding strongly, Azka went into the guest room and locked it from the inside.

"Azka Bang! Don't gini. horrified Dea's explanation. Bang, open the door, please!"

Dea knocked on the door but there was no answer. For a long time Dea sat on foot in front of the door until he finally felt tired and sleepy, he returned to the room but with the remnants of his strength, he took to tidy up the room first.

Dea laid her tired body on the bed, her tears broke, she cried bitterly in silence and on her own. Many times he tried to strengthen his heart, but he was not that strong to return to receive the expressions of contempt from Azka.

At times like this, he really needs a place to share his wounds and his suffering, he needs ears to hear all his grievances and fears, but he is conscious, he must not be too selfish by always making Rara as his personal trash. Rara already had a life of her own that she should pay more attention to.

Mother Aya and Caca? It felt inappropriate to tell them this household matter at this time, fearing it to be a burden of the mind.

Dea gently stroked her queen's belly, "sorry daddy baby, it's just a misunderstanding!"

Unable to resist sleepiness, Dea finally fell asleep still with her wet cheeks and crooked eyes.

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Azka

He could not see Dea's sad face when she cursed him with low words and lowered her pride as a woman. Before he went too far to hurt Dea, before he could not contain his raging anger, he chose to leave Dea alone and shut himself up in the guest room.

Choosing to be silent and shut down when faced with such a severe problem right now was the best choice he could make. The adrenaline hormone of his maleness invites him to face problems with resistance, fight. But when he saw the sad and injured face of Dea made him choose to leave, disappearing from the sight of Dea's eyes.

He was fully aware that he could not hurt his wife. For that he chose to disappear, flight. 

Again he was jealous, again jealous of the same person and again the same reaction, both hurt Dea.

He knew Dea was waiting for him behind the door, but his emotions were not quenched at the moment. His love for Dea was so great, but the disappointment he felt was much greater at this moment.

Though earlier he intended to give a surprise to Dea when he came home from the office. He deliberately tracked Dea's whereabouts through GPS and immediately came to him without giving any news. However, all is beyond belief. How could he see before his own eyes Abimanaf put a ring on Dea's finger and they both looked so happy.

"Have I misjudged Dea all this time?"

"I thought Abimanaf was just his monkey love as a teenager, though before remarrying Abimanaf expressed his feelings, but didn't Dea reject him?"

"But why did they buy the ring together?"

"Did that low Dea relate to another man when he was with me?"

"Or am I misunderstanding? No, there's no way my vision's wrong. They are both traitors!"

Arrggggghhhhh...

The floating sleeping lights smashed into the glass of the closet, making it emit a rowdy sound and shard strewn everywhere. However, no one heard it because all the rooms in this house have been designed soundproof.

There was one thing that Azka missed, that the sight of the eyes could be deceiving! Sometimes what our eyes see is unlike what our brain captures.

But that is if what is put forward is only a momentary emotion, then words come out without a filter. Though just this morning the mother reminded, that a spoken word can make the wife away as far as the stars in the sky, and with a word can also make the wife close to right by your side. But it seems like all his mother's advice evaporated just like that.

Indeed, anger is despicable, anger is vices, reprehensible ethics, deadly viruses, the vices of pandemics and dangerous diseases.

Anger had shattered the wisdom of his heart, his anger like a flame, snatching away anything indiscriminate, moving wildly, surging, flaming and explosive. Azka may forget, that anger is the key to all evil, even it is a collection of all kinds of evil.

Azka felt her sleep disturbed as she felt movement on the bed. A soft hand that felt cold hugged him tightly from behind his body, very tightly! He knew that it was Dea, but he still pretended to be asleep, he was afraid that his heart was still not ready to hear any explanation of Dea, because Azka was very trusting in the sight of his eyes at that time, so under these conditions, silence was the best solution he could think of.

Confrontation with Dea will only add new wounds.

"Sorry!" Dea's words were shaken in her tears. Strengthening her embrace, trying to inhale as much as possible the scent of the body calmed her husband.

Once again Azka's heart was sliced to hear her crying bitterly like this.

Azka tried to raise her ears and unite her heart. For a while, let it be like this, let it feel the pain of feeling betrayed and let Dea feel the pain of being ignored. Because these days will be a reminder to them that today's mistakes will not be repeated in the future.

Azka resumed her sleep, not intending at all to soothe Dea's cries. He himself could not count, no matter how many apologies Dea had said, for there was no word he whispered beside his cry in that one word, sorry!

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