Knitting Wounds Extreme

The night woman

The pair of eyes looked at Maya full of curiosity and questions. There was a questionable lightning that was clearly visible in the founder.

The owner of the beautiful eyes took two steps back, then turned around and left.

One determination in his heart began to grow, that he would find out what relationship Aditya and the woman had that night in the past.

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A nun is trying to persuade Maya to eat this morning. But unfortunately, Maya is still a stubborn Maya. The woman who came from the village was still insistent on being reluctant to eat and completely unwilling to obey what the sisters said.

“Eat for a minute, mbak. If you do not want to eat, how can it be cured?” wheedle nurse.

“Please leave me here, Sister. I want to be alone. I was waiting for someone to come to see me this morning. Don't worry, if in an hour I don't eat, you can go back to scolding me. You can hold my word,” said Maya.

“Alright,” Sister nodded and passed away, after putting again food for Maya.

Maya is alone. The woman was thinking about the many things that had just happened to her. For some reason, his heart felt claustrophobic instead of playing when he reunited with his past man.

Sick? Don't ask me again. It even felt pierced by thousands of daggers from all directions.

“Sari? Oh, my God, my God. Sorry to see you this morning. Last night my guest really couldn't be left behind. Forced early in the morning I went home and took my bag before coming here,” said a woman who had just arrived and entered Mayasari's ward.

Shela is a woman with Mayasari as Lady Escort in one of the nightlife venues. The owner of a crazy body with mature sapodilla skin, really became Maya's best friend so far.

“What's wrong, Shel, everything's fine. Don't worry, it will heal and recover in the near future,” Maya replied.

“Eh, I just met the doctor who said he handled you. Well, the saucy ain't no cure. No, yes, if I ask her to meet. Who knows could be my priest,” said Shela.

“It is better not. He is not a good man as far as you think,” Maya said as she stared intently at Shela.

“Hah? Do you know where you're from?” Shela asked curiously.

“You don't see the id card hanging on his chest? He is Aditya Darmaji,” Maya said with a bitter smile.

“What? So, she . . . ?” shela asked strangled.

“Yes. He is the one,” Maya replied. The woman reflexively rubbed the corner of her watery eyes.

The atmosphere of Mayasari Ahmad's room was suddenly silent, letting thousands of pain rain down on him more deeply. Although nine years have passed, the pain is still excruciating. Not at all eroded by time and distance.

Now, reunited with Ditya, the Maya world feels ravaged again, after previously Maya painstakingly arranged her ruined life. Nine years in fact is not a short time for Maya to live.

There were many embers and thousands of thorns that Maya had to pass through, with various mines adorning every Mayan side of the road. It was painful, yet it managed to make Maya become powerful and unrivalled.

"I don't understand God's intentions this time. Why did God give me so many tests, Shela? Even after I began to be able to reconcile my heart without Ditya's shadow, God easily reunited me with him. Do I sin if I think God does not love me? For the sake of the owner of that pair of innocent clear eyes, I still survive even though it must be destroyed like this, despite having to wallow in the world of nothing and the world of darkness," Maya still sobbed, letting the emotions that had been in his custody, overflow in front of Shela.

There's nothing Shela can do but rub Maya's weak shoulders. When it comes to Aditya, Maya has no power at all. His spirit seemed to be torn apart and annihilated without a remnant.

"I want to go home, Shela. I won't be strong if I keep on with this wound. This whirlwind of longing and the wind of hatred, I think it will kill me slowly if I continue to let it fight. Better, I move the hospital or treat my wounds alone at home" said Mayasari.

"Sari, what are you doing?" shela was shocked.

"I just want to go home. You brought money? Lend me cash, and I will replace it later at home," said Mayasari, after he managed to stand up, and step with a limp step.

"Come, come with me to the administration office."

"But you haven't healed well. God, why are you being like this, Sari. You need to be treated until you recover, "Shela prevents the sari, by pulling the typical green hospital gown.

"I can heal my wounds alone, Shela. So don't worry about me" Maya later said.

In the end, no one can prevent Maya's decision, not even Shela. Lady Escort, as well as the prostitute, walked in limp, while enduring the pain in her heart, as well as the pain of the wound on her thigh.

"Maya, we don't go home. Let yourself be treated here first, until it heals. After that if you want to go home, we can pull .... " Shela tried to persuade, but her sentence came to a halt as Mayasari interrupted.

"Even if I can be treated, I will look for another hospital that does not have a doctor named Aditya Darmadji" Maya said.

Just as the two reached the doorway to exit, Ditya's figure appeared and stopped right in front of the retrained Maya.

"Where are you going?" ask Ditya slowly. Her voice was still as bright as it used to be, with many memory pieces that managed to remind Maya of the humiliation bamboo booth.

Not answering, Maya breaks out and passes by Ditya, passes away with a cry, and leaves Shela confused as to what to react to. To be honest, Shela knew very well, how hurt Maya felt.

"Maya, wait. You have to rest and not get out of this hospital" said Ditya. The man then pulled and grabbed Maya's hand until Maya hit him.

Spontaneous Maya shatters the window of another person's ward, and grabs a shard of her glass to point it at Ditya.

"Continue your steps, then I will kill you with my own hands. I don't care if after this I have to be in jail because of you," Maya looked at Ditya helplessly. His voice was trembling and increasingly sounding bitter. Maya doesn't care at all, though she has to be a visitor and another patient at the hospital.

Ditya was stunned in his place, realizing that he was guilty and could not afford to lose the woman he had been looking for all this time, for the sake of an apology.

With a quick movement, Ditya grabbed Maya's right hand and bent it, until the broken glass fell to the floor, again making a small prang sound.

When Maya is off guard, Ditya manages to hug Maya tightly while whispering, "in what exactly is your wound, Maya? Until you antagonize me like this?"

The painful memories, this time spinning back in Maya's brain to cause unbearable pain, on Maya's head and chest.

"I swear, Ditya. Even the pain, you will never be able to make up for it with the world and the variety of its contents. The most painful thing was, when I was driven out of your house by your mother and sister, in the condition that I contained your flesh and blood. The abuse, insults, blasphemy, all I received and I was accused of slandering you at that time. Heavy rain ... I am trained to be expelled from the village, for defending the child. I, I .. kept walking around looking for mercy, becoming a vagabond and eating the leftover rice of people for two months. You ... you won't know what it's like, pain like ... that I. feel," Maya said trembling.

Maya fainted afterwards. Aditya suddenly turned pale.

"Mas, she ... is she ready for you?" A pair of mysterious beautiful eyes appeared, with a clear look of injured eyes.

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To be honest, I feel his feeling dapet really fit this story. I don't know why, it feels like I'm the Mayasari, typing like I'm in Maya's position, as if I'm the one who got hurt.