Knitting Wounds Extreme

The full roar of suffering

"Come home, or you'll take my wrath on your husband's broken past, against me!" Maya returns to wrath.

Maya stood up straight, with a reddened face and a look full of wrath. As big as the world, maybe the pain that Citra felt, the heartache of Citra will not be able to match Maya's wounds so far. Just look at Maya's jaw in front of her, so hardened and has no softness at all.

The image again observes the well-groomed face of ayu like a snappy courtesan, and a pair of soft neutrals washed away. It's only fitting that her husband has never been able to forget Maya. This woman before him had the charm of a Goddess from the sky, having gentleness and beauty that became a mystery.

Maya's lips are thin and sensual, impossible for men who have ever felt it will forget just like that. On average all of them who had been Maya clients, felt opium. And calm but sweeping, Citra admitted, he could not be able to match Maya.

"I've come well to talk, Maya. I told you, whatever has happened between you and my husband, it is only the past," Citra spoke again in a soft tone, unlike Maya who has now tightened her molars.

"Let's talk about something good, Mrs Darmadji. But if the conversation is only limited to Aditya, I will not be willing," said Maya who then wanted to pass from there. Unfortunately, the next sentence of Citra was enough to make him stop the move.

"Never try to deny it, Maya. You don't seem to want to talk about my husband when he came here last night, as your client!" exclaim Citra that can not stand receiving various rejections.

Does patience have limits?

Maya's heart melos.

Maya's heart was as if it was being pummeled by thousands of invisible pointed spears. The pain and the pain is incredible.

The call from Citra just now, enough to make Maya feel herself look hypocritical. Even the beautiful woman full of charm was pecking in place, issuing a reaction that as if she was a mistress of a rich man who was thrown away after being used.

With a slow motion, Maya turned her back to look at Citra with a flash of her eyes, saying, "yes, I admit last night Aditya came here to hire me. But you also need to know, I don't serve him at all. Let alone making physical contact, even to look at him again, I would not. Ask your husband if I was singing with him last night, or wrestling in bed. You think you're the only one here who's hurt? I even felt as if my soul and race towards men, had died. Know madam Aditya Darmadji, I hate your husband, to the veins, from the bottom of my heart, and it will probably last until I die!"

No more sad looks. There is no more soft voice teasing, because remembering the name Ditya, Maya again hated.

"Please, Maya. I just want to talk to you. If you hate my husband, I understand and will stop this. But you need to know, I want to talk heart to heart with you, as a friend as possible," Citra once again bargained.

"No. Don't take my life away again. Let me be happy in my own way. You better go home, and assume this morning was never there for you to review. One more thing, tell your husband, never come again to pry information about my life, or my past," said Maya who then just passed by, without a hustle of Citra's loud call.

This morning, a chaotic morning was full of pressure for Maya. The poor woman had to wail and enjoy the heartache alone.

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Wail full of anguish, like this morning in another place passed by Doctor Aditya at the weekend.

If other families will go beyond the weekend happily and spend the day with loved ones, not for Doctor Aditya who is busy here and there looking for a baby.

Long enough the man lamented all his faults alone in the iron car that became his mount, until then Jovita and a man who controls him, came.

"Let's drive you to meet someone who is Maya's weakness" Jovita asked, "just use your car so that no one is suspicious."

"Alright, let's go in," Aditya asked later.

An address quite far from the location where Aditya is now. A picturesque countryside with winding paved roads, accompanied by rice fields on the left and right sides along the way.

Green plants with a lot of water inundated, make the eyes quite fresh, and aditya longs for a new village a few days ago Ditya visited. Along the way, Jovita tells Ditya, about how the Maya who used to be until the Maya who is now.

"Is Maya still serving guests?" ditya asked suddenly, with a focused look at the deserted streets.

Every now and then, some men and individuals ride bicycles wearing peasant conical hats, passing through the streets and moving aside as Aditya's car passes by.

"Why do you ask that, Doctor? Didn't you know last night he was serving guests? You're the guest yourself" said Jovita, laughing crisply.

"I mean, does he serve guests in bed? Not just accompanying guests to drink and sing," asked Ditya flatly.

Jovita was silent for a moment. "Last time he accompanied the client on the bed, before he fought with my other men. Yes, exactly one night before he went to the hospital while you were working," replied the woman.

"He, my son, what is he like now?" tanya Ditya who suddenly pulled over her car, to the left side of the road.

His eyes were sad as if they were full of wounds, and his body felt unprepared if it had to meet his flesh and blood. It was like Aditya was shaking first even though he had not seen his son's face. Slowly, in the room of his air-conditioned car, Ditya let out a cold sweat.

"When you look at it in more detail, she's similar to you, with brown hair like Maya, and her strict child-bearing. Not as far away as you are, he is quiet and shy. When I remembered how sick he was, I thought your son would die of his illness. Luckily God still granted Maya's prayer to heal her pain" Jovita replied.

As a night woman who is now a big boss, but believe me, Jovita still has a soft heart like maternal instinct.

"I sinned against him. I couldn't stand it when I met him. What I'll tell my son later. Oh my God, my son," said Ditya.

"He is your baby, who was once exposed to severe typhus pain to make Maya has no choice but to sell herself, to be a prostitute who peddled herself for rupiah" Jovita added later, as quoted by Reuters, make Ditya increasingly feel sin many times over.

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Sorry new update, God willing if there are no obstacles, will be up again.