Just A Wedding

chapter 39

" Don't ever expect a divorce from me,"

" Never dream of cheating on me,"

" Jagan once hallucinated another man in your mind,"

"Never desire to have a man other than I am your husband,"

Netra Pak Satrio stared harshly at me who was still silent in silence because of his anger.

" I'm not that kind of woman"

" Don't equate me with Asri"

I also looked at Netra Pak Satrio. Our gazes clashed in the coals of the fire. Ready to ignite each other.

" I'm not like an arbitrary mas - wenang said that I can't love me,"

" I also have a man I love,"

" Did I ever say to you, if I couldn't love you,"

" I wish it were full of our marriage,"

I looked at him defiantly. I can also be like him who stares haughtily without blinking.

" Oh so you want to cheat on me ?"

" I'm sure you won't get your affair "

Netra black sir Satrio looked at me with anger. Keep looking at me without blinking.

With just one push I had already fallen on my bed. Netra she stared hatefully at me. I avoided her blind eyes. Take the view in the other direction. I did not expect the usually gentle Satrio sir to turn one hundred and eighty degrees. His anger and hatred are growing on me. His breathing roared with anger. His hands were tightly clenched - strong. I was terrified to see him. Only with two steps did he approach me who was still lying down because of the impulse. Like lightning, Satrio's two hands ripped apart the negligee I was wearing. Back, with just one move. I tried to cover it with my hands. Trying to protect myself from him. With his hands and clothes remaining more tightly grasped. My hands clearly look like they're shaking. Cold sweat began to pour. Maybe my face is pale. A flat and shameless face, Mr. Satrio said

" without.........."

My lips twitched and I couldn't speak. No sound can come out. Just a pleading gaze as he approached me. His strong hand on me. Not to inflict g***h, but to make me suffer and scream in pain .Not the smile of happiness he showed me, but the smile of victory over me. His actions toward me were not for pleasure, but rather lead to a burning feeling. Because of the impingement of a grudge. It seemed to show his power over my body. Want to convince me that she was the owner of my body.

Out there wherever it is. Is there any other woman besides me who has experienced the same thing as me ? Not the physical violence or psychic violence I get. Is this also called domestic violence ? Wasn't what he just did was pe*****an or husband and wife relationship in general ? If I complain, complain to whom ? Accept my story ? laugh at my story ? I curled up like a baby. More than the insults I get. More than the shit I got. The pain in my body is not as much as the pain in my heart. The bruises I got were even more bruised in my memory. I was knocked over and overpowered by the word "marriage bond ". Is this the treatment of a husband who hates his wife ? I am not the woman in his heart. I am not the woman he loves. I'm not the woman he wants. But why would he blindly do everything to me ? Not because of love. Not because he wanted to satisfy his biological thirst. Not because of the duty of a husband. But because I want to equate me like a woman who can be bought. Women who can be used freely because they are already pawned. The woman who just to warm her bed, without ties. My screams seemed to give no pity in his heart. My cry was unable to move his heart to stop everything. This room is a silent witness to how much I have maintained my pride. How I was humiliated by my husband. How I am blasphemed not dearest.

I clasped the bad cover tightly with my hands on my chest. Tugged on violently by Mr. Satrio. As if fed up with the sight I had.

" It's not just you who's sorry about this marriage. I'm sorry too"

" At least Dik Asri was still holy and innocent when he married me. Not like you"

Netra Pak Satrio glinted - lightning as if dissatisfied he insulted me. Stomp - step on me.

I've been at the bottom..... will be accompanied again by him ? I also cannot say anything. It's true Mr. Satrio said I'm not holy anymore. My tears are dripping all over. I intentionally did not remove it. I deliberately did not wipe I let these tears fall like the owner fell.

" i...... Satrio is so sorry to marry you"

His face was close to my face. His net was glittering - lightning like light that signified the presence of lightning. Sharp looked at me hatefully, after knowing my innocence.

"You're worse than pe****r. At least they have a price when doing"

" It's not like you're being used for free"

His face drew closer to me. His lips were right in front of my ears when he said so.

" divorce me"

" divorce me if you regret marrying me"

Our faces were not far away. His low voice echoed in my ears. His hand still clutched firmly on my shoulder.

" I'm sorry I married you, though,"

" But it won't divorce you,"

" You're gonna have to pay for cheating on me,"

Our position is not moving. They clash in faces that hate each other, which conflict with each other.

" divorce me, "

" we can live our own way - alone,"

Without answering, Satrio laid his body next to mine. In just a matter of seconds a smooth snoring sound was heard. His sleep seems slumbering. His face seemed satisfied to have done various insults to me. There was no burden on his face. Although he was already in his late forties his handsome face was still clearly visible.

This morning after I finished my morning prayers I cooked as usual. Wake up Jhoji who stays asleep in front of the TV. Last night I was so tired to wake Jhoji up to move into the bedroom. Mr. Satrio called me to my room.

" This is my meal money for two weeks I've been here, giving me five hundred bills.

" I'd rather eat at home than outside,"

I just kept silent not moving my hand to take the money he gave me. I don't understand his mind. Didn't he say last night he wouldn't give me money ? Without waiting for my answer she put it on my dresser.

" I think that kind of money is more than enough for me to eat here, right ? "

"I always eat at home unless there is a meeting" he explained to me.

I just bit my lips. Swallow my own saliva. Dare not look at him. Isn't the house of Asri's origin also in this city ? Why did he choose to stay at my house ?

" Dik Asri has interests abroad for his boutiques,"

It was as if Mr. Satrio understood what was on my mind and my question was answered even though I did not ask him directly.

" yes.. well,"

my answer was slowly not to show me a weak woman, was it. But I am tired of arguing with him.

" Depart together,"

" i'll pick you up later" he ordered without looking at me.

" T...but........" I stammered not understanding. My sentence was cut off by his command again.

" hurry to take a shower.I have breakfast first. "

I was reluctant to be around him feeling scared because he was still stuck in my heart. I ignored the wounds on my body but not on my heart. I am tired of facing him who has always excelled over me.

Two weeks is not a short time, if the term pro memoria in real life. I prefer to choose that opportunity. Although Dita often praised his handsome face like actor Ian Veneracion. But I still refused to be around him. I was so scared of what he did last night and worried about it repeating itself.

Be connected...................