Married for Slander

Chapter 34.

After cleaning the glass-studded floor and other small objects, Alana walked towards the room in slow steps. She was actually scared, but had to dare to meet her husband, they had to talk to straighten out this misunderstanding.

Having just arrived at the doorway, Alana's footsteps instantly came to a halt. Her heart slipped watching her husband's curled body and hid his face on his knees.

Alana knows how her husband feels right now, but this is all beyond her expectations. He did not expect that Rizal would look for him to the company. She thought the man had already left after getting a rejection from her back then.

Alana grabbed her chest and squeezed it while closing her eyes for a moment and then reopened it, then took a deep breath and threw it away slowly.

With small steps, Alana started to approach and crouched down in front of Azzam then hugged him. "I'm sorry, Azzam. I-"

Alana had trouble continuing her words, her tears spilling without her being able to bear.

"Look at me, please!" Alana tried to raise Azzam's head, both staring at each other with equally wet cheeks, but a few seconds later Azzam chose to get up and walk to the bathroom.

"Azzam.." cried Alana.

Azzam did not say, he did not want to say much, it was enough pain that he was pensive to expect something that he would not be able to get.

Then what else is left? Forever she will remain lonely, living in memories of the past that will never escape her memory.

Azzam turned on the shower and stood underneath it with office clothes still attached to his body. Azzam tried to enjoy the splashing water that fell soaked his face.

Cold indeed, but not as cold as his heart that began to freeze like chunks of ice at the north pole. Azzam was tired of fighting alone, in the end he was also the one who would be injured.

An hour later, Azzam came out with his waist wrapped in a towel, he quickly opened the closet door and picked up a casual dress and put on it in a hurry without caring for Alana who was staring at him by the side of the bed.

After wearing clothes, Azzam left the room and chose to sit in the living room, he grabbed the remote on the table and turned on the television.

Yeah, Azzam doesn't want to be a loser like always. He thought that after expressing his heart and showing his affection towards Alana, the love would be reciprocated. However, his wife's heart could not falter, there was another man who first got it, then why else did Azzam keep the taste alone?

Long-sighted in his thinking, Azzam was asleep with a sitting position, his back rested on the back of the sofa. It's not him watching television anymore but it's the opposite.

In the room, Alana seemed restless with the view circulating to every corner of the room, she felt sad. Why does trouble keep haunting his life? Alana had just gained some composure, she was getting comfortable being by her husband's side, but why did Rizal come back uninvited?

Alana laid her body on the mattress, her eyes looking straight at the ceiling of the room. What should he do to convince Azzam that he no longer loves Rizal?

Suddenly Alana regained her senses, she quickly got up and walked towards the closet. Alana opened it, looking straight at the clothes hanging from the hanger.

Then Alana lowered the hanger, it was clear that a thin lingerie lacked ingredients, the chest was too minimal, even the length was only a few jengkal.

No no, Alana shook her head, she could not possibly wear such clothes in front of Azzam.

A few seconds later Alana was bearded. Yeah, he's got to do it. To hell with embarrassment, Azzam was her husband anyway, so there was no harm in Alana wearing that outfit in front of her husband.

Alana removed the lingerie from the hanger and ran into the bathroom. He chose to clean himself first and put on those clothes afterwards.

A few minutes later, the door creaked. Alana let out a little head, her beads rolling around checking the state of the room, she let out a sigh of relief when she did not see Azzam there.

"Yourf..."

Alana knitted both eyebrows. All those years, only this time did he wear such open clothes. All wrong, the front behind looks protruding showing its beautiful curves and white and smooth skin.

"It's a shame" muttered Alana while scratching her non-itchy head.

While combing her hair, Alana was aghast when Azzam suddenly entered the room.

Yes, Azzam was already sleeping, but suddenly he woke up when he felt something piercing in his ari-ari. Because he could not hold it, Azzam woke up and went into the room.

Who would have thought, he was even presented with such a beautiful sight. Azzam was glued to the doorway, his bead did not come off to grate his wife.

Alana turned around, she lowered her head while pulling the lingerie down. But the effort is useless, precisely the part of his chest that even more prominent clearly.

Azzam rubbed a rough, beautiful face indeed but he had no interest in approaching Alana. He ignored her and walked into the bathroom.

After throwing urine that had filled his bladder earlier, Azzam returned outside. His eyes were again presented with a beautiful view that was plastered in front of him.

Azzam squealed and threw his gaze in the other direction, he should not be provoked. Why get a beautiful body if the heart of the owner of the body is not for him?

Then Azzam walked to the side of the bed, he picked up a blanket and stepped over to Alana. He wrapped his wife's body in a blanket.

"Other times there is no need to wear clothes like this in front of me, save this beautiful body of yours for that man!" hiss Azzam right in Alana's ear.

Alana was surprised, her eyes were fiddled, she didn't expect Azzam to be that hard on her. She was just trying to fulfill her responsibilities as a wife, but what did she accept?

Alana turned her face away, and Azzam left her without saying a word.

Not only was she injured, Alana felt extremely humiliated hearing Azzam's words just now. Is it as low as her in the eyes of her husband?

As soon as Alana's body slumped on the floor, she cried bitterly, not expecting everything to end like this.

Then why did Alana survive in that apartment? Obviously Azzam did not consider her a wife.

Alana wrapped the blanket wrapped around her body, she stood up and walked towards the closet to pick up other clothes, she quickly changed the lingerie and threw it into the trash.

After tidying up the clothes in front of the mirror, Alana took her tulalit phone that was in the bag and pocketed it. Like the first time he entered the apartment, like that he had to go out. He had nothing, all the items he used during this time were Azzam's purchases.

Alana then left the room, she walked over to Azzam who was smoking a cigarette on the sofa.

"I'm leaving" said Alana with sparkling eyes holding back the crying that wanted to spill that very second.

"Hmm.." murmured Azzam nodded his head, then busied himself as if he did not want to look at his wife.

Eventually the crying spilled without her being able to weep, Alana thought Azzam would prevent it but it was not at all.

With gontai steps, Alana walked towards the main door. Never mind preventing, Azzam won't even look at it. He switched off his cigarette and went into the room.

Realizing that Azzam did not care for her, Alana rushed to open the door and ran as fast as she could. Her heart was broken to pieces, she thought Azzam really loved her it wasn't. The proof, Azzam instead let him go in this way.