Marrying a Mysterious Man

Treating Wounds

Akash was shocked to see his wife's face with blood on her cheek.

“Shira, why are your cheeks bleeding. What happened?” tanyanya panicked, looking into the eyes of Shira who increasingly convinced Akash that his wife was not okay.

Shira shook her head weakly, then she showed her torn index finger hit by a knife.

“Yeah, Shira! Why are you getting hurt like this?” The panicked Akash immediately shouted out to the waiter.

“Bring me a P3K box, my wife got hurt,” she said as soon as the waiter arrived. The waiter nodded and hurried away to bring the P3K box at his master's command.

Akash immediately embraced Shira's head, clutching her in the chest. And the treatment made Shira unable to hold back her crying.

Tears were increasingly melted out of the two beautiful beads. She couldn't stand it, she wasn't strong, and it was Akash's treatment like this that made Shira drown in her feelings for her husband.

Now Akash began to treat his wife's index finger with caution, smearing betadine with a cotton swab and bandaging Shira's torn finger using a hansplast.

Shira was speechless looking down, still dropping her tears that were beginning to recede.

“Why do you have to behave like this, Akash? Wouldn't it be if you continued like this, my hope for you would be even greater, Shira's inner”, looking at Akash who was focusing on scissoring the hansplast in his hand.

“Already ... next time, you should be more careful yes,” said Akash so gently, staring at Shira lovingly.

Shira just nodded without making any sound.

After taking care of the P3K box, Akash sat down next to Shira again. The woman was still speechless with her tears still rushing down her cheeks.

“What's that painful?” akash asked suddenly, looking at Shira with pity.

Shira nodded. “Very, very painful” he replied slowly, with a voice that seemed to be stuck in the throat.

“I've treated, later it will not hurt anymore,” he said trying to calm down. “Oh, I know, the most powerful way to treat your wounds,” said Akash with enthusiasm.

Shira was still silent, she seemed reluctant to just talk to her husband.

“Cabinets.” Akash pulls Shira's injured arm, and she kisses Shira's bandaged index finger, kissing her repeatedly with a smile, trying to comfort Shira.

However, Shira's response was far from what Akash had expected.

Shira pulled her hand from Akash's grasp, then she hurriedly stood up from her seat, and passed Akash by.

“Where are you going?” tanya Akash was astonished by the attitude of his wife.

“Toilet,” answered briefly, then Shira went into the bathroom and locked it from the inside.

“What's with him?” murmured Akash looked at the closed bathroom door, feeling that something was wrong with his wife.

Until nightfall, when going to sleep, as usual, Akash always spoiled Shira, but this time there was something different.

Akash was about to lay his head down on Shira's lawn, but Shira instead dodged and sat on the sofa there while focusing on reading the book in her hands.

“Shira,” call Akash curious.

“Hm,” Shira replied so coldly without even turning her head towards Akash.

“What is it with you? Why do you look quieter today and always shy away from me? Do I have anything wrong with you?” ask Akash.

Shira was silent, gathering strength so that she would not cry, because to be honest, if she remembered what Jackson said this morning, it really hurt her heart. He did not want to show his sadness in front of Akash.

“Shira ..”

The situation is increasingly quiet, Shira is still focused on her book and Akash began to feel furious. He moved his long legs towards Shira.

“Shira!” yelling Akash who was already standing in front of Shira looked at his wife in annoyance.

Shira seemed reluctant to see her husband's face. He finally stood up, closed his book and threw it on the sofa he had just sat on. He looked at Akash with an unusual look.

“I'm tired! I want to sleep,” he said lazily, then stepped past Akash just like that.

“Have you become like this because of what Jackson said?” akash asked, suddenly making Shira's heart beat unbecoming.

He fell silent, not wanting to admit because it was too prestige.

“Indeed what to say, Jackson?” shira asked pretending not to know, trying not to remember those hurtful words.

Akash turned around, then twisted both of Shira's shoulders to face him.

Hurriedly Shira lowered her gaze, she knew her weakness was the twinkle of her two eyes that could not hide her sadness.

“Stare at me, Shira!” firmly Akash was still looking at the face of his wife who continued to look down.

Shira tries to shake Akash's hand off his shoulder, but Akash holds him tight.

“Shira, answer me!”

“Release! I want to sleep!” shira was still trying to escape from Akash.

“No!” he yelled a little. “I won't let you go before you answer my question!” yukur Akash is so serious.

Getting a snatch from Akash, immediately made Shira's heart even more painful. This was the first time Akash had struck her that seriously.

And in the end his tears escaped falling from his two manics. He looked up, looking at Akash's face with a stare full of annoyance, annoyed at his weak self if his heart had been disturbed like that.

“Iya!” her answer screamed a little, displaying the roar of her falling tears drenching her cheeks.

The two fell silent, looking so deeply at each other for a few seconds.

“Did you hear everything?” ask Akash, to make sure there is no misunderstanding between him and Shira.

Both of Shira's breasts felt increasingly tight, her feelings felt increasingly upset, she was powerless to continue this debate.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, tried to control his increasingly painful feelings, stabbed into the recesses of the heart.

“Already! I don't want to discuss this,” Shira said turning her face away.

Akash scrunched his eyebrows together, he already knew the answer, Shira must not listen to all the conversations he had with Jackson, his wife must have misunderstood him.

“Shira, you misunderstood, Shira,” shirih Akash, looking at her softly.

“No! ... There is nothing wrong between us, Akash!” she looked at the eyes of her husband's two eyes.

“I know, our marriage was just a symbiotic marriage, I benefited from you because you always protected me, and you were won by me because you could gain your father's power when you married me, even you can get more power if I'm pregnant ‘ right?” shira asked, making both of Akash's eyes immediately buyak did not expect.

“No, Shira, nothing like that,” Shall Akash.

“Then what huh? After all, in our marriage, you've always hidden everything from me, you're full of secrets Akash, you're a man of mystery! Even to this day I cannot recognize who my husband really is!” to be clear, the more crying becomes.

Akash was silent, admitting what his wife had just said, but there was something he needed to explain. It would be very complicated for him if he is honest about who he really is, but he is also aware, maybe this is the right time to reveal who he really is.

“Good ...”

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