Knitting Wounds Extreme

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"Say if all day we're spending time relaxing outside, if Mami asks, Shela. We must be compact so that Mami does not suspect," whispered Maya softly, when night falls and they walk together to climb one by one stairs leading into her room.

The atmosphere looked crowded, the friends as Maya profession, already seemed busy putting on makeup and wearing clothes without ingredients. The aroma of a mixture of perfume typical of women night so diverse belonging to the comfort women, yelling at the same time, to make Maya nausea.

Luckily, Maya has adapted to this.

"I'll be in the shower soon, Shel. Looks like tonight I'll only serve guests to sing. My body is tired, my thighs are still uncomfortable, too" Maya said slowly, pointing at her wound.

Apparently, the woman also returned greetings and also the smile of her colleagues.

"You sure you're strong? Aren't you going to take care of your mom tomorrow who you want to move?" shela asked worriedly.

"Take a day off just last night. I'm afraid you're not strong and end up falling, if you force the body to move."

Maya thinks for a moment, seemingly thinking of something to keep Jovita from changing.

"What if Mami gets angry and comes up to me in the room? Nevan will definitely drag me down later," Maya said worriedly.

Jovita is a woman with two eyes. Just a little time Maya seized without giving income to the woman, it is certain Maya will be dragged forcibly, and will be a free spectacle by her colleagues.

"That's an easy problem. Just tell me you're exhausted after coming out with me, and now your thighs are back in pain. Isn't this easy?" Shela blinked one eye.

Drenched in icy water on the top of the hottest desert, Maya felt calm for a moment. "It's not wrong that I have a best friend like you, Shela. You're really smart" Maya said, nudging her best friend's arm.

"rest. I'll tell Mami, you're not well" Shela pushed Maya's plan, which is now right at her doorstep.

"Thank you, Shela. I'll rest all night" Maya said half-screaming from the room.

Maya feels, she desperately needs Shela to avenge Ditya and Jovita. Those two traitors, they should get their karma.

No matter if Maya has to spill blood for her son, which is clear Maya will not betray, on a grudge, even though the world comes to an apocalypse.

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In a different place, a couple in a magnificent house, seem a lot silent, and are always busy with their respective affairs. But who would have thought, behind the busyness they do, there are two hearts that are hurt in different versions.

Citra Lestari, felt that she had been cheated, by the heart of her husband who had been a role model. But unfortunately, Citra was not aware that since a long time ago, her husband's heart was not attached to her.

Image should be conscious.

Image should have understood from the beginning. But unfortunately, his love which was only one-sided love for Ditya, as if it managed to blind his eyes and heart. He does not care about the various forms of rejection Aditya to him.

"Where else are you going, mom? You went out last night until morning almost arrived. This whole day since morning you were supposed to be home on holiday, but you weren't home, and tonight you're leaving again. What house am I in?" ask Citra later, with a hunk of anger that he tried to pendam himself.

Ditya looked at Citra apologetically while saying, "sorry, Citra. I have to finish the business outside. Wait at home. I promise you tomorrow we'll spend a lot of time together.

"How can't it? We work in the same place tomorrow. Of course we will spend time together, but not to enjoy quality time. It's sad" Citra said as she turned around and was about to pass from there.

"What do you mean, Citra?" tanya Ditya did not understand. Feelings, once the image is not this instant to him. Did Citra start to organize it?

"Even from the beginning, I've told you that I don't like being set up. If you mind a lot of my business lately, I don't care."

"But I'm your wife, Mas" Citra said in a slightly raised tone, "You think I don't know where you've been all night? I-i know. Know everything."

That's enough. Citra has been quite injured since finding the first meeting of Ditya and Maya, since Maya woke up in the hospital at that time. It's just that, Citra tried to hold back, and tried to understand Ditya. Moreover, he also admitted to languishing, when he heard that Aditya had a child with a prostitute named Mayasari Arsyad.

"alright. I hired Maya last night. Not to play hot in bed like you think. I spent a lot of time with a lot of past stories that he presented to me," explained Ditya slowly.

The man sat down on the sofa, letting Citra calm his heart by herself.

"It has been more than a hundred and ten purnacandra, I missed a lot of things and tragedies because of my actions," explained Ditya again.

"Two people, men and women are in one room in a cursed place, it is impossible not to do hot things, even if it is just kissing, Mas. I'm not as stupid as you think. Moreover, the woman is a prostitute!" maya is full of emphasis.

"So your mouth, Citra!" Hardik Ditya who feels hot ears hear Citra's insults to Maya, "She is indeed a prostitute. I'm not going to shirk much less defend and cover up the facts. But at least, I have enjoyed her purity as a girl, compared to you my mother said was an honorable woman" Ditya added later.

Like a sword that managed to slash Citra's neck instantly. She should be ashamed of her husband's tweets. But blind jealousy in his heart, as if it had severed the veins of shame of the woman.

"I told you from the beginning, I have as much as the woman I've been looking for, and I'm waiting for her love, but you're forcing me into my life. Sorry, I don't want to hurt your heart any further. Please, there's a child that I have to fight for his status and right to a father's affection. I say goodbye," said Aditya who then passed away, leaving Citra in a wound that had begun to flourish.

Sometimes, a love does often make someone who is smart though, lose their mind. Moreover, that love has been entrenched long in the heart.

Like the image that began to lose direction since knowing the facts about Aditya's past with a woman named Maya. Also like Ditya who lost his way firmly intend to get Maya, while there is Citra which he must also take care of his feelings.

"Go away if so," Citra replied as she threw away her gaze, "in the end I will have no choice but to answer yes."

With a myriad of pain due to the wound incision from Ditya, Citra got up and headed into the main room.

Sorry, Citra. Whatever happens, what I want and need right now is still my son and Maya. From the beginning, I told you I didn't like you.

Inner Ditya, while stepping with a million plans in his brain.

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