Married for Slander

Chapters 11.

At about five in the afternoon Alana arrived at the contract. A moment after opening the door, his eyes were fixed on the bed.

As Alana's gaze lit up with her lips moving forward, her anger rekindled recalling what her husband had said last night.

"Your once in your life, all night cool with other women and now even feel good to sleep without guilt." he sis Alana smiled bitterly.

Alana stomped her legs and walked into the bathroom.

After cleaning herself and changing clothes, Alana heated up the food she had brought and ate it alone.

He tried hard not to care about Azzam who had ignored him for approximately twenty-four hours.

After finishing the meal and drinking a glass of water, Alana walked over to the bed and pulled a blanket that was squeezed under Azzam's head.

Alana felt very tired and wanted to rest.

However, the shock that he accidentally did instead made Azzam wriggle and hug his arm involuntarily. "Don't go, I have no one but you!"

Degs...

Alana was aghast, she was very surprised to hear the words coming out of her husband's mouth, even Azzam's face looked red and wet with sweat.

"Azzam, what happened to you? Why is your face like this?" Alana moved her other hand and ventured to touch Azzam's forehead.

"Gosh, your forehead is so hot. Are you sick?" alana was a little worried.

Not getting any answers from Azzam, Alana then forcefully pulled her arm out of her husband's embrace.

Alana rushes to find a small towel in the closet and goes into the bathroom to fetch a sack of water and then takes it outside.

"Azzam, open your eyes, wake up!" hiss Alana while patting her husband's cheek slowly. Unfortunately there was no reaction from Azzam, it certainly made Alana more worried.

Alana then wet the towel she took earlier and wiped Azzam's face slowly.

"Azzam, open your eyes!" alana's great-grandson with a voice trembling in fear.

Alana doesn't know what's going on. Did Azzam's wound yesterday have an infection?

Not wanting to guess, Alana then ventured to unbutton Azzam's shirt and tilted her husband's body and let go of his shirt.

Alana frowned as she caught Azzam's already dry and blackened wounds. It didn't seem like that was what caused Azzam to have a fever.

But because the upper body of Azzam was plain, inevitably Alana was forced to wipe it so as not to sweat anymore. After that Alana opened the shoes that still wrapped Azzam's legs and stripped his socks.

"Azzam, please open your eyes, don't scare me!" said Alana who again patted Azzam cheek slowly, intending to wake him up.

Yeah, this time it looks like Alana's effort was quite successful. Azzam moved his eyelids and opened them slowly. "A-alana.." muttered Azzam stammered to find his wife who was very close.

Realizing that Azzam was aware and recognized himself, Alana quickly moved away because she did not want to cause misunderstandings between them.

Azzam moved the corners of his lips to form a thin smile when he realized his innocent body, he was sure Alana had done it.

"Don't get me wrong, your body temperature was very hot and sweaty. I just-"

"Thank you." Azzam interrupted Alana.

"No need to thank you, I did it on the basis of humanity, so don't think weird!" ketus Alana then grabbed the dipper containing the towel and returned it to the bathroom.

"Yes, I know that." muttered Azzam as he got up from the bed and chose to sit on the edge of the bed.

Azzam rubbed his rough face and massaged his head which felt a little dizzy.

Azzam thought this might be due to thinking too much, which is why his body suddenly dropped.

Shortly after Alana returned from the bathroom, Azzam stared at her with an unusual gaze. "Eat already?" azzam asked with a trembling voice.

"Here you go" answered Alana coldly, she grabbed the blanket and pillow near Azzam and carried her away.

After laying out the blanket on the floor, Alana immediately lay down without concern for Azzam who was still staring at her intimately.

Alana did not say, she did not care and preferred to close her eyes. It is better for her to sleep than to serve her unfaithful husband.

"Well..."

Azzam got up from his seat and walked over to his wife. He squatted down and rubbed Alana's head fondly.

"Move to bed yes, it's cold in here" said Azzam softened his voice.

"No way" Alana refused, removing Azzam's hand from her head.

"Why not? Are you still mad about last night? Then I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kiss you." said Azzam feeling guilty, he thought Alana was still having a problem.

"I want a divorce, I don't want to live with a man like you!" sergeant Alana with a high voice.

Degs...

Azzam gasped with perfectly rounded eyes.

"Divorce?" hiss Azzam repeated the word.

Again only that word came out of Alana's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Alana. I couldn't grant it." rolled Azzam and chose to get up from his squat.

Azzam grabbed the shirt he had used and put it back on and left home.

Azzam did not want to argue, especially to cause a fight between them. It is better to avoid before making a mistake.

Arriving in front of the alley, Azzam stopped a taxi passing in front of him and asked the driver to take him somewhere.

"Fuck, again you repeat the same mistake to me. Why not just divorce me?" alana let go of the annoyance in her heart.

Alana got up from her sleep and rushed to lock the door and throw her body on the bed.

To hell with her fucking husband, she'll never care about him again.

Elsewhere, Azzam went down in front of a nightclub. After paying the taxi bill, he stepped inside the building.

Azzam chose to sit at the bartender's table and ordered a drink. Azzam felt that this was the only thing that could make him forget the endless problems surrounding his life.

Had Alana been willing to open her heart and understand her a little, Azzam would never have set foot in that place. Unfortunately Alana's request had made Azzam's heart hurt.

Why should I get divorced? Can't Alana survive and learn to accept him as a husband?

"Add again!" pinta Azzam after finishing the two glasses of wine he ordered.

A bartender poured the drink Azzam asked for into a glass.

Azzam smiled bitterly and sipped the wine in one gulp.

"Again!" pinta Azzam with reddened eyes.

I don't know how many glasses of wine had gone into Azzam's stomach, but he was still reluctant to stop his madness.

"Excuse me, would I like to accompany you?" greeting a sexy-clothed woman with part of her chest and thighs uncovered, she approached Azzam and sat down beside him.

Azzam twisted his neck and commented on his slanted smile, his gaze suddenly fogged up. "I don't need friends." declined Azzam.

"Why? Am I less beautiful? Is my body less sexy?" asked the woman frowning.

"Yes, you're absolutely right. You're nothing compared to my wife." Azzam smirked mocking the woman. "Go, I don't need anyone!"

"Basic crazy!" the woman grumbled and left Azzam who seemed to have started getting a little drunk.

"Haha... You're crazy too." Azzam laughed out loud, it seemed like the man's brain was starting to get unhealthy the influence of the alcoholic drink he had just consumed.