Mr. Psycho's Love Obsession

32. Crushed

The god of confusion seeks Diandra in his house. Diandra is not in the room, nor is the painting place of God. Usually Diandra would stand there to enjoy the paintings of his own face, but this time there was none.

The god went to the balcony where he painted it, an open room on the second floor. Looking down looking for the whereabouts of Diandra. Because he's sure Diandra can't get out of that house.

The eyes of the Gods caught the figure of the woman sitting on the garden chair with the same clothes as when Diandra ran away from her room earlier. His long hair also made it clear that it was indeed Diandra, his wife.

Without waiting any longer, God ran down to approach Diandra. The god was so afraid that if Diandra was angry with him, he felt he had to explain the misunderstanding to her. It was as if Diandra really cared about her.

The God smiled seeing Diandra still sitting quietly there. Layahan the God sat beside Diandra while still trying to calm down even though his heart was filled with fear. A God who looks fierce and powerful now does not dwell in front of the woman he loves.

"Dee??" The god sideways faced Diandra.

The woman was still staring straight ahead like she didn't care about someone sitting next to her.

"All you saw was misunderstanding. Manda suddenly came over there and hugged me. I really have nothing to do with him anymore Dee" Clearly the confused God had to say what in front of Diandra.

Diandra just smiled faintly hearing all that from God.

"Mas, why do you have to explain all that to me?? I really don't care if you want to go back to him. Nor will I forbid you to be close to another woman. I'm not going to forbid you" That answer without Diandra knowing is capable of hurting God's feelings.

God chuckled, laughing at his stupidity. Diandra who heard the God laughing also felt puzzled.

"Dee, you know what?? When I saw you leave that room I really felt you were jealous to see me being hugged by another woman. I'm in a mood to find you inside. Afraid you'll misunderstand me and be angry with me. But I was too confident. Ha.. Ha.. Hah.."

The god laughed again even though his eyes began to condense. He chose to stand up and slightly move away from Diandra.

"I forgot that you never loved me. So whatever I do will never affect your feelings at all"

Hearing that string of sentences made Diandra's heart feel something that Diandra could not understand. His hand held onto his heart which was starting to beat fast inside there.

"Mas, I also don't know why I ran away from there when I saw you being hugged by Manda. I don't know why I'm so weak. Normally I would fight Manda, defend you as if I were a real wife who loved you so much" Of course the answer was only Diandra could say in her heart.

Actually Diandra was sitting alone in the garden not because he avoided the Gods. But he was thinking about himself.

"I've kicked Manda out of this house Dee. You care or not. But I'll prove to you that I'm not a man who gets along easily with other women when I say love to one woman" God said, still turning his back on Diandra.

The god blinked his eyes, removing the liquid inside his eyelids that he kept desperately from coming out. Then he turned his body back.

"Come in it's night. It's cold, it's not good for pregnant women like you" God left Diandra still there.

He could not answer or just nod his head. Diandra simply stared at the back of the God who was getting away from her. There was a sense of wanting to hold back the future destroyer man's departure. But it was hard to get his voice out.

"Sound yourself, right Tara?? Diandra does not love God. I found out a few days ago when he called a man. I don't think God knows if his wife is in a relationship with another man. But I was actually wrong. God is so stupid to love a woman like her" said Manda to Tara who had heard what God had said.

"True, it turns out that the woman actually played her role well in front of us"

"Then what are you going to do??" Ask Tara.

"I told you, we're gonna blow on the fire that's already starting to ignite. You'll see, I've prepared a surprise for him. That extremely arrogant Diandra would definitely be very happy with the gift I gave her" Manda Smile cunningly.

"Whatever you do I will support you as long as you never endanger the lives of others. I won't interfere until you do something out of bounds" Tara said.

He was crazy about the gods. But he could still think of not involving his name life in the fight over love. He is still sane, moreover he does not want his parents to get angry if Tara acts criminal which causes others harm.

"Just calm down, you won't get into any trouble" Manda replied in annoyance.

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The god went back upstairs, to the place where he painted it. The tightness in his chest was unbearable anymore. He needs an impingement so his chest doesn't hurt that much.

"Why Dee?? Why do you never think I exist?? Did my attention never touch your heart at all?? I was willing to change just for your sake Dee, I removed all my bad manners just for your sake, for you to want to stay by my side Dee"

Had there been anyone else there, the Gods would have been embarrassed by this moment. Because a Sadewa who was dashing, fierce and feared his business competitors, now only able to cry, roared feel the pain in his heart. Even being hit by a knife on his body did not make the Gods cry.

The god approached his paintings which were only lined up yet attached to that wall. Even most of the painting was not completely finished even though it was clear what painting was on the canvas.

The god took the brush, then wet it with the paint that was still wet there.

With the anger inside him that he wanted to let go right then and there. The god smeared his brush on that canvas with origin. Until making a painting that was originally beautiful now turned formless. Closed with scribbles of origin from the brush that continues to move irregularly.

"Abkkhhh...."

The Shouting God loudly released the burden on his heart. The hand does not stop from the canvas. The god ruined all his own paintings.

BRAAKKKC.....

The gods are completely uncontrollable. Whatever was in front of him became his easy target. He kicked, threw everything he could. The psycho god was seen back at this moment.

Meanwhile Diandra who was still sitting in his original position had not changed in the slightest by the noise from the top floor.

"Abkkhhh..."

"Whose voice is that??"

BRAAKKKKP..

"God's Mask??"

Seriate..