LET ME GO MY HUSBAND

Chapter 48 Is This the Punishment For Me?

In the arch of Daffa's hand, Andhira put his head. She was in her husband's arms. Andhira was unable to fall asleep when Daffa had slept well. Yes, bipolar disorder is also caused by reduced sleep needs Andhira. Even if all of this has a cause.

"Look! Isn't life so funny? A victim sleeps in the arms of the perpetrator .. hahaha," Andhira muttered as she laughed softly.

The woman looked at Daffa's face sharply. "Hey, don't you feel afraid I'm hurting, Mas? What if I suddenly become a knife that stabs you? You held me tight, and I was the cause of your murder?" seringai Andhira's.

Andhira released a Daffa hug from her body slowly. Then he sat down and started walking. "I feel bored" the short-haired woman complained.

"What a fool am I doing?" andhira continued to curse himself.

That night seemed to whack Andhira with loneliness. It all felt so painful and so nauseating. He wanted to sleep and forget all the burdens of suffering. However, once again his eyes and mind could not be invited to rest.

Then, why did Andhira sleep so well and long while at his mother's house? Wasn't that time he spent sleeping from day to night? Why is it the opposite now? The answer is simple, because there was no Daffa there. Believe it or not, Andhira became ever vigilant when near Daffa.

Andhira tapped slowly on the nightstand with her fingers. "What should I do?" inner wondering.

Andhira suddenly thought of going to the kitchen and went straight there. He walked around worried that the sound of his footsteps might awaken Daffa who was still asleep in the peace of his sleep. He closed the door after he was outside.

Andhira gave a glance to all sides of the kitchen room. "Banner," he sneered as he walked to pick up the sharp object.

"The shape is beautiful. Glossy and sharp. Full of confidence and no doubts about him," Andhira praised the knife as she studied it with admiration.

"Say, do I have to use you to hurt or make you happy?" andhira said, taking the knife to speak.

"Here he seems. What the hell is he doing?" muttered Daffa who apparently woke up and looked for Andhira's whereabouts.

Daffa's eyes widened when he knew Andhira was busy playing with a knife.he who began to stand in the kitchen doorway was immediately rushed to Andhira. "Darling, what are you doing? Why not sleep?" lontar Daffa's.

Andhira was surprised by the sudden presence of her Husband. He immediately opened the refrigerator that was close to his reach. "I want to eat an apple, Mom. My eyes can't sleep with me" he alibi as he took an apple from inside.

"Ohh, why don't you wake me up?" Daffa approached Andhira, then took the apple and the knife from Andhira's hand.

"You sit down, let me cut the apple for you" Daffa said.

Andhira nodded obediently. He pulled out a chair and sat there. "Why should he wake up?" andhira Dumal.

"This apple is ready," Daffa continued to offer apples that have been cut and arranged neatly in a dish.

"Thank you, Mas" Andhira said as he picked up the plate containing the piece of apple.

Daffa nodded and smiled. Then, he sat down to accompany Andhira. "Are you awake because you're hungry?" cetus Daffa while continuing to pay attention to the woman beraras ayu.

Andhira was stunned for a moment. "Yes, Mom." He agreed, even if that wasn't the real reason.

"Yes, finish the apple, yeah. If you still feel hungry let me make something," said Daffa very attentive.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. This is enough" answered Andhira spontaneously.

"Alright," replied Daffa nodding.

"Eemm, Mas ...," exclaimed Andhira lirih.

"Yes, do you need anything?"

"Not that, Mommy."

"Then what? Just tell me don't hesitate!"

"Just sleep again, I still want to be here" Andhira said.

"Is that all you want to say?" ask Daffa while smiling and making sure.

"Yes .... Mas."

"You don't have to worry, Dhira. I'll keep you company."

"Nothing but, Dhira," concluded Daffa.

Andhira pursed her lips. Daffa realized that, but he did not want to move and wanted to look at his wife's face. Andhira's face when he looked up was adorable for Daffa.

Until without feeling the apple pieces were already exhausted. Then, Daffa made sure once again. "Are you still hungry?" said.

"It's full, Mas" answered Andhira briefly.

"Okay, let's go in the room!"

Daffa immediately got up and carried Andhira's body without warning. Andhira tried to thrash, but she was kind to him. Daffa had just lowered Andhira's body from his carrier upon reaching the room.

"Mas, what the fuck, anyway? I don't want to sleep."

"You have to sleep, Dhira," Daffa said.

"How am I going to sleep if what keeps me awake is you, Mom?" inner Andhira.

Really, maybe it's unbelievable, but just so you know .... When Andhira is in his anxious phase, let alone to feel calm, even hearing the voice of Daffa has frightened him. And it greatly wearyed Andhira's heart and mind.

"Dhira ...."

"Mas, I can't sleep here. I'm just gonna move rooms!"

"Dhira, that's where it's possible. You are my wife and I am your husband. We can't sleep apart!" the Daffa toilet is not to be denied.

However, a moment later Daffa came to his senses about Andhira's situation. "Okay, let me sleep outside. You stay here, yes," said Daffa, then kissed Andhira's forehead tenderly.

Daffa took a blanket and a pillow outside. Actually, there was still one guest room and one other room to occupy, but Daffa chose to stay awake by sleeping in front of the door of the room that Andhira was in. "May he sleep now" said Daffa, closing his eyes.

Inside the room, Andhira remained unable to sleep. He picked up a book and started drawing. Pouring his feelings through pencil strokes is one of Andhira's hobbies that are rarely known.

***

Early in the morning, Andhira was still awake with a book and pencil in her hand. "I don't know until when all this will take place" Andhira murmured.

Again, Andhira's feelings began to err. He put all the stationery down and started walking around like he was agitated. "Hold even stronger, Dhira!" he said he was trying to control his emotions.

Daffa began to wake up and opened his eyes slowly. "Ahh, sleeping on the floor makes my whole body ache," his grunt while wriggling stretched the muscles that felt stiff.

Then, Daffa folded up his blanket and took the pillow he was wearing to sleep earlier. "Dhira .. is he still sleeping?" muttered Daffa remembering Andhira.

"Dhira ..," said Daffa as the door creaked.

Andhira did not answer. He just hugged his knees on the bed. Silence and sculpting, until Daffa looked like talking to an inanimate object.

"Darling, you're not sleeping?" tanya Daffa spoke softly.

Daffa swept his handlers around and looked at the sketch made by Andhira. Daffa's smile was accompanied by sobs that felt pain in the heart. " Is this what you're feeling right now?" daffa looked at the picture.

"Dhira, your face is very pale. You need to sleep, honey," Daffa said. However, Andhira remained silent and mute a thousand languages.

"Why am I not the only one who is sick? Why should I witness this kind of suffering?Is this my punishment?" lament Daffa while screaming.

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Oh yeah .... This is Andhira's hand painting, guys. And this is purely Andhira's hand scratches in her real life.