Mr. Psycho's Love Obsession

33. Wound

Diandra ran inside approaching the sound of that shout. He had no idea what had happened to God but his heart had brought him running like that. Diandra was afraid that anything would happen to her husband.

The two-bodied Diandra only realized that he was not alone. He set his already heavy breath on the last rung of the second floor of the mansion.

The goal now is only a painting place belonging to the Gods. Because he clearly heard that voice from there.

"Mas??" Call him from a distance.

"Where are you??" Call Diandra again.

Diandra smothered her mouth with both hands. Looking at the state of the open room the alley looked chaotic at this moment.

The beautiful paintings are now shapelessly destroyed. The most beautiful work for Diandra is now just a pile of rubbish.

Diandra looked at the God sitting pensively on the floor. His blank look was straight ahead. His current condition was exactly the same as Diandra back then.

Diandra's feet stepped slowly, avoiding the scattered items.

"Mas??" The gods are not flinching.

"Why is it like this?? Did my words really hurt you until you took them out like this??" Inner

Diandra with a wist.

Diandra's gaze was fixed on the back of God's blood-splitting hand. It made him shocked and then rested before the gods. Then grab the injured right hand.

"Mas, why are you hurting yourself??" Without disgust, Diandra wiped the blood that flowed through the fingers belonging to God.

But Diandra flinched as God suddenly pulled her hand away.

"I'm tired, I want to rest" Although the voice of God sounds soft but does not reduce the coldness of his attitude.

Diandra looked disappointed with the God who had now walked away leaving himself still rested on the floor.

After the sturdy back was no longer visible from the sight of Diandra who began to blur because of the tears that pooled it. Now his gaze turned back to his hand which gave off a rancid smell due to the blood belonging to the God.

Her tears fell right above her palm that turned that red color.

"Why am I this sad just because of her cold attitude?? Why do I have to feel pain when I see it like this??" Diandra really didn't want to cry. But the more he held it the more it felt tight in his chest.

Until one by one the stuffing also escaped from his lips. He had never imagined that he would cry over a God like this moment. Though what Diandra said earlier was no more cruel when he cursed the God of that time. But God was so angry that Diandra alluded to his feelings.

And what makes Diandra more sick is, God is able to hold his emotions to not be rude to him. If in the past God would not hesitate to tie it or lock it in the room. But it is precisely at this time God can still speak as softly even in a state of anger though.

Diandra picked up one of his ruined face paintings. A beautiful painting that he greatly admired.

Diandra rubbed the shapeless painting with the bloodstained hand earlier.

Berlahan Diandra rose with distress because of his bulging stomach. Bring one painting that still looks better than the other. With his face, he decided to go back into the room.

Diandra remembered the words of the God earlier if the man wanted to rest. So Diandra hoped big if the Gods were inside their room.

Diandra's hope didn't disappoint him. The one he saw at this time God had been lying on the bed with his left arm used to close his eyes. Diandra does not know when the God is really asleep or just shut his eyes. What is clear is that God did not react when Diandra entered the room.

After Diandra cleaned his dirty hands earlier. The pregnant woman was looking for a medicine box in her dresser drawer. He remembered the gods had once kept it there.

Slowly Diandra began to clean the wound, she several times looked at that handsome face. Fearful that the owner will wake up and reject what he is currently doing.

God's hand was slightly in action as Diandra rubbed the cotton swab with the alcohol liquid on the surface of her wound.

"What are you doing??" The hand of God just slipped out of the hand of Diandra.

"I-I, I'm treating your wounds" replied Diandra fearfully. He did not expect that the Gods would wake up because of it.

"No, it doesn't hurt. My heart is much more aching" replied the God with the glare of his sharp eyes.

Diandra was unable to answer the words of the God for a split second.

But then the hand of God was pulled back by Diandra.

"Then let me treat the wound on your hand because I can't heal the wound in your heart"

Said Diandra again focusing on her husband's hand. He realized the God continued to stare at him sharply but Diandra did not care.

"I'm sorry if my words offended you. I am also really confused with myself. There's been too much going on lately, and it makes it hard to really know what I'm feeling right now"

God still quietly let Diandra treat his wounds by continuing to chatter that only God listened to without giving a reply.

"At the beginning of our marriage I hated you so much, you were rude, you just as much as yourself arranged for me, shutting down my attention. But now that you're different, you're gentle, ' you even freed me to meet Bryan. But it just makes me confused. I who used to be very brave against you, bravely against you with my scathing words, is now different"

"I'm afraid to see you angry, I'm afraid you're silencing me even every time you leave when a word accidentally offends you I start to get scared. I'm afraid you're back to the beginning again. Angry, locking me up, torturing me and it makes me really confused Mas"

Diandra had finished putting the bandage on the hands of the Gods neatly.

"I'm sorry about that one more time. I also don't know why those words could just escape my lips" Diandra lowered her eyes as she could no longer bear to look at those sharp eyes.

"If you're angry don't vent your anger by hurting yourself. Your hands are so thick...."

Cup..

Diandra clenched her lips which she should still use to speak that. His eyes were perfectly rounded with his body pecking after their lips met for only a second.

"What is love??" God asked for the first time to make a sound after a long sentence from Diandra.

"Cin-ta??" Diandra asked back.

The reserves of the Gods faded again after Diandra answered her own question with a slit and a thin smile on her puffy face.

"Yes, I forgot that you're just my friend" God said as his own heart's comfort.

Diandra had not yet explained the intent of his head that the gods had already left their room.

Diandra looked at the door with nanar while saying.

"I want to say I don't know how I feel, not that I don't love you"

But baby, the words of Diandra will not be heard by God. Because he left with disappointment.

Seriate..