Married for Slander

Chapter 26.

Alana came out of the bathroom after cleaning herself, she put on some casual clothes and tidied her hair in front of the mirror.

After that Alana left the room and walked towards the kitchen, she wanted to cook for their meal tonight.

"Azzam, why sleep here?" alana asked when she found her husband sitting on the dining table chair, one hand on the table and used as a head pad.

Azzam who heard Alana's voice instantly raised his head, he smilingly looked at Alana with red and teary eyes.

Seeing that, Alana suddenly felt guilty for what happened in the bathroom earlier, she should not reject Azzam who was her real husband.

"Move to yuk's room!" take Alana while stepping over to Azzam. Instantly his forehead frowned as he felt something stuck to his feet.

Alana then looked down, how surprised she saw blood on the floor.

"Azzam, you-"

Alana opened her eyes wide so surprised, her legs felt unsteady when she caught Azzam's hand dripping with blood.

"Azzam, what are you doing?" snapped Alana, she was angry because Azzam always made her almost hanging.

Alana quickly ran to pick up the medicine box in the kitchen cabinet. After returning, she quickly cleaned the wound on her husband's palm and bandaged it with a bandage.

"Are you crazy? You wanna die now, huh?" sergeant Alana ignited emotions, his gaze was very sharp as if he wanted to swallow Azzam raw.

"If my destiny is to die like my mother did, what can I do?" azzam replied coldly then pushed the chair back and passed away just like that.

"Azzam.." cried Alana who could not bear to see her husband's behavior.

Alana wanted to catch up, but suddenly Erni's speech at the hospital was ringing in her ear.

"Please take care of Azzam for Mother, learn to understand! He's actually a good kid, but sometimes his attitude is too childish. He felt like everyone had abandoned him, he needed the attention of a child."

Alana was sitting languidly in the chair that Azzam had occupied, her heart breaking, it seemed like she had to be really patient with her husband's attitude.

After a long silence in her seat, Alana stood up and took the mop. Her tears trickled as she cleaned the floor that had already turned red.

After the floor came back in, Alana entered the kitchen and rushed to prepare food for the two of them.

An hour later, Alana arranged her cooking at the dining table and walked to the room.

The look on her face was sad when she looked at her husband's body lying on the bed.

Alana sits at the side of the bed staring fixedly at her husband's deep face, she doesn't understand why Azzam had to be entangled in her dark past.

Is that the wound that Azzam has been harboring all this time? Can't he just forget all that and start a new life?

Alana was really confused. What should he do for Azzam to bury those bad memories from his mind?

"Bring me with you, Mom. Please don't leave me alone!

I have no one else but Mom, no one wants me this world, what am I here for?

Even the only woman I love never thinks I exist, to whom should I stir this wound?"

Degs...

Alana was surprised to hear Azzam who was delirious, the frail body seemed to sweat with his head moving left and right like a frightened person.

"Azzam, wake!"

Alana patted Azzam's cheeks slowly, intending to wake her husband from a dream that was disturbing his sleep.

Azzam gasped in shock and opened his eyes wide, he immediately sat down and hugged Alana tightly.

Just like the frightened little boy, his face was hidden in his wife's cleavage. "Don't leave me, I beg you!" lirih Azzam shed tears.

Alana gasped as Azzam pulled her body.

It turns out that Erni said earlier, Azzam is not like a child who needs affection and attention from someone.

Azzam further tightened his embrace as if he did not want to be separated from his wife again.

Alana raised the corner of her lips to form a small smile, she felt like a mother trying to calm her son.

Now Alana began to understand how to deal with her husband.

Maybe it was time for Alana to give up her life for Azzam, and Azzam loved her so much, what else did she doubt?

While rubbing Azzam's head, Alana landed a small kiss on her husband's forehead.

Azzam who felt the touch of Alana's lips suddenly looked up and pegged his wife intimately. Alana smiled and ruffled her husband's hair.

"Again!" pinta Azzam with spoiled.

"Muachian..." Alana kissed him again without rejection.

As Azzam's body floated through the air, how happy he was to get that kiss from his beloved wife.

Again Azzam lowered his gaze and drowned his face in Alana's chest.

There was nothing Alana could do but let Azzam sniff himself.

"Eat yuk! I made you some soup, you must be hungry, right?" invite Alana as if she is persuading a child.

Azzam nodded slowly and unraveled his embrace. "I take a shower" he said as he got out of bed.

Yes, because of the misunderstanding earlier, Azzam had not had time to shower until this moment.

"You got a bathrobe?" as for Alana, she must not be afraid as before, she must learn to serve whatever Azzam needs.

"No need, I don't want to bother you." Azzam refused, he didn't want the incident to happen again.

"Hand, head and legs you're still hurting, let me help you!"

Alana followed down from the bed and hugged Azzam's arm, the change in attitude of the girl of course made Azzam astonished.

Arriving in the bathroom, Alana releases a towel that is coiled around Azzam's waist, lucky there is still a safety triangle left to cover the sensitive part of her husband.

Then Alana turned on the shower at Azzam's request, the man did not want to soak considering the wound was still wet.

Alana only smiled as she bathed Azzam. Awkward indeed, especially this is the first time for Alana to touch a male body. But Alana had to throw away that feeling.

Alana did not wet Azzam's head directly with water considering that the wound on her husband's forehead had not dried up.

She chose to hold the water by hand and swept it over Azzam's hair and rubbed her husband's body with soap.

Only the core of Azzam alone did not dare to touch, the rest was not missed.

"That's all dong, baby!" hiss Azzam with an unusual look.

Alana gawks as Azzam asks her to rub the forbidden part.

Ah, this is what Alana was afraid of, she couldn't possibly put her hand into that triangular-shaped wrapper. Seeing that bulge alone had made Alana's breath feel on the tip of the horn.

"Grub it yourself yeah, I-"

"You forgot my hand just got hurt?" sela Azzam knitted her eyebrows together.

Alana breathed a heavy sigh. "I'm afraid, I don't dare"

"What are you afraid of? It's yours." cut Azzam off with an unusual look.

"But-"

Alana blinked a few times, could she?

No no, Alana didn't dare touch him. What if it wakes up? What should Alana do? He's not ready for that relationship.