My Choice of Woman

Episode 64

“I beg you, don't hurt me! I don't want to come with you!” Farah shouted at the figure she thought was Ray.

“At last I found you,” said the figure.

Farah tried to move her foot that had been plunged into the water-filled road hole. In vain for his efforts, now the figure was getting closer to Farah. Closer.

“I beg you not to hurt me again!” Farah cried, her voice louder than the rhythm of the rain falling.

The figure gripped both of Farah's shoulders. He slightly shook Farah's body.

“Farah awake! It's me Ilham, your husband.” The sound of sound is louder than the sound of rain.

Ilham?

Farah was relieved that the voice belonged to Ilham, her husband. The panic went away. She felt safe because her husband had come home.

“Why can you be here?” Inspiration stared with concern. It's his fault why so easily he could leave Farah. Ilham finally carried Farah into the car.

While in the car, Farah had shivered from the cold for too long under the rain. Inspiration saw Farah's weak condition, even the clothes that Farah was wearing were also torn. Farah's forehead still spits out a little blood.

For the first time Inspiration felt guilty for abandoning his wife. He is negligent in his responsibilities. He shouldn't have acted silly looking for the hard-to-find Anneline in Zen City.

“Cold,” says Farah Ogre. His lips were pale and trembling. Inspiration tried to hold Farah's cheek, cold as it felt. He then took the jacket in the back seat and wrapped it into Farah's body.

“Hold Farah, we'll be home soon.”

Ilham drove his car through heavy rain. He had to get home before Farah got worse. Inspiration was deeply regretful in his heart. This is his worst regret.

***

Ray came home with nothing. He entered his palace and was immediately greeted by his loyal servant, Mr. Sudiro. Ray's appearance was very chaotic, he was soaking wet. His forehead had a blue wound from the impact. Sharp eyes hinted that he was angry and disappointed.

“Sorry Young Master, earlier Mr. Ilham came here looking for Young Master,” said Mr. Sudiro Ray's loyal servant.

Ray stopped hearing the name of Ilham. Ray looked at his loyal servant.

“When?” Ray stared intently at Mr. Sudiro who was still standing in the doorway.

“About 20 minutes ago,” replied Mr. Sudiro.

Ray's anger peaked again, now he felt pain. Her women have been betrayed. He always waited for Inspiration to even shed tears only for men who were looking for other women. And Ray doesn't like that.

Ray had already gathered his emotions, he picked up one of the expensive vases. He slammed the vase until it was all smashed to pieces like his heart.

“Why! Why should he be the one destined for an unjust man like Inspiration. Why am I not the only one destined for you!”

Ray shouted out. His hand had already grabbed the next vase, and slammed the vase as before. The servants who witnessed Ray's anger could only bow down. They're afraid to prevent Ray's anger.

Ray's little heart was sore. He was hurt by the hopes he made. Ray always threw a prayer to Farah, so that the girl was always in the protection of the Universe. Only Ray echoes his own prayers. Only Ray alone asks for a union between himself and Farah. But Farah did not join her prayer for Ray, she preferred to echo the prayer for her husband.

Ray is very sorry for the fate he had to live. Ray took a shard of shard from the vase he broke. He tightly grasped the shard, until a sharp shard pierced through the delicate skin of his palm.

***

Inspiration had reached his home, he opened the door with the key he always carried. Ilham carried Farah from his car to Ilham's room. Farah's eyes closed completely, yet her voice sounded shivering. Her lips were pale white, her hands and feet were scarred.

Inspiration laid Farah to her bedroom bed. He hesitated to remove Farah's hijab. Ilham carefully removed Farah's hijab, seeing Farah's hair wet with adoration. Inspiration took a dry towel in his closet. Then he put it right on the pillow that Farah used.

Inspiration saw Farah's pale face and cold body. This was due to the clothes Farah was wearing wet. Inevitably Inspiration also had to change the clothes that Farah was wearing. He took one of his long shirts.

“It looks like this is more than enough to make warm,” guman Ilham.

Here the feeling of Inspiration is very tested. He decided to turn off the room lights while changing the clothes Farah was wearing. Slowly but surely, Ilham had managed to release all the clothes attached to Farah's body. Then replace it with a clean and dry shirt.

Carefully Inspiration tied all the buttons of the shirt that Farah was now wearing. Then Ilham turned on the room lights again. The shirt can cover Farah's upper body up to the thighs. Ilham had tried to open Farah's room but it was locked. He had no idea where Farah had put the keys to his own room.

It looks like a dirty and scarred foot. Inspiration to the kitchen to make warm drinks and warm water for Farah. Before long Ilham again brought a cup of warm tea and a basin filled with warm water and washcloth.

Inspiration carefully cleaned Farah's slightly dirty face. His forehead was also injured, Ilham also treated him by bandaging his wounds. Now it's Farah's leg's turn to clean up. There were many blisters and bruises that adorned Farah's legs.

For the umpteenth time, the feeling of Inspiration is tested. He also cleaned Farah's feet carefully. When he finished, Ilham slightly changed Farah's position so that he sat down. He wanted Farah to drink, his warm tea. With little awareness, Ilham forced Farah to drink this warm tea. Farah accepted it, but it was not spent.

Inspiration understood, now he helped Farah to straighten her body. Farah fell asleep again. Inspiration enveloped Farah with a thick blanket. He also stroked the top of Farah's head.

Now Farah's face was blushing more than it was pale white. Inspiration regretted why he had so much heart to leave Farah alone in the City of Milepolis.

“I'm sorry for all the pain you're feeling right now.”