
My husband Tajir Man #38
By Sept
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Three years ago. The Medica Hospital.
Unbeknownst to his wife, Arya secretly performs a test. No one knows. After getting a threatening phone call from Rama, he starts to get unsettled and agitated.
As Arya waited for the results of the trial, someone slipped the room in a doctor's outfit. White coat and mask. Anyone who is not observant, must think that it is a real doctor. But no, it was Rama's man who was asked to exchange the results of Arya's lab.
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Arya looks messed up, she squeezes the lab results that were momentarily given to her. Disappointed at his fate, he drove at high speed. Riding all the vehicles in front of him. No matter the safety of his soul anymore. Arya was already feeling crushed without a remnant. Rama has created a hell of a world for him.
From that day on, Arya keeps a distance from Nur, his wife. Not physically touching, because he wanted to take care of his wife. Arya did not want Nur to experience the same thing as her. With a heavy heart, he would leave Nur this time as well.
Pramudya Residence.
"nr ... Nur."
Arya who just came hastily looking for the whereabouts of the wife, is not in her room. He also searched the nursery. He saw the face of Nur who fell asleep while putting their baby to sleep. Let alone the word divorce, wake the woman Arya just can not bear.
Arya chooses selfishness and survives on Nur's side without any physical touch. Which became the forerunner of Nur's heart injury until now.
End Flashbacks
Arya was surprised, she thought Nur was asleep. The woman was waiting for herself at the bathroom door.
"Not slept?" arya asked, a little surprised.
Nur shook his head.
As for Arya, the man nodded. Then walk past his wife. Arya wants to change clothes. However, it was not so because Nur was following her.
"Can you leave me a minute? I'm gonna change my clothes."
Arya put on a cold face, like the last three years.
"Just change clothes, Nur will stay here."
"Nur?" Arya was astonished. The man then picked up his clothes and changed them in the bathroom.
"When will Mas Arya avoid it?" suddenly the question escaped Nur's thin lips. Maybe tonight he is saturated with the cold attitude of the husband.
Arya stopped walking. His hands clenched, squeezing the clothes he was holding. Actually he was just as disgusted as Nur. But how else, he did not want to make Nur infected. It is better to avoid even having to get hatred from the woman he loves.
The man walked back, not caring even though Nur was talking to him.
"Did Mas Arya like men again?" accuse Nur who saw Arya no longer care. As she spoke, Arya ignored her. A man who can make his heart go to pieces. Where was the once gentle and loving Arya?
"Who is that man!" nur shouted because Arya did not press the question from him.
Nur sobbed, he slumped to the floor as Arya closed the bathroom door. Arya held back hard so as not to turn around. It was as messy as Nur Azizah.
CLAMPS
Arya opened the door, seeing that Nur was no longer there. There was a feeling of relief, but worry at the same time. And as he walked closer to the bed, he was surprised to find a suitcase that was ready to be carried. A large silver suitcase, it seemed like Nur had prepared a long time ago. Stay haul and leave the house that lived all this time.
Arya smiled wryly, maybe she should let Nur go this time.
CLAMPS
Nur entered, the woman walked over without even looking at her face. He pulled the suitcase without talking to Arya.
"Stay here, I'll go" Arya's voice broke the silence in the room.
"No need! This is your home, not mine!" nur said with hate. She pulled the suitcase in front of her husband. Tonight, I can't hold back anymore. Three years was enough for him to endure the pain of Arya.
"I said stay here!" Arya grabbed the suitcase, then threw it hard. Make the suitcase hit the wall of the room.
Just this time, after such a long time, Arya shouted loudly at him. I felt like her husband had changed. Maybe Arya already loves another guy out there.
Imagining that, Nur hated her husband even more. He turned around, and he would leave with or without the suitcase.
"Nur!" arya shouted as the woman left the room.
He followed Nur who ran out.
Duuuarr
Out there the sky was rumbling, lightning was flashing. The next second, it rained heavily. Not getting into the house. Nur rushed out of the house like hell.
"Stop!" arya shouted in the heavy rain.
Nur continued to run, until he was not careful and made him slip because of the slippery road. They are still in the large yard area.
Nur got up, not caring about his sore knee. He then ran back towards the towering fence.
Arya pulled Nur's hand forcefully. He holds his wife's shoulder.
"You didn't hear? Quick in!" aryan Sentak.
With the hatred that had peaked, Nur brushed off her husband's hand.
"For what? What is Nur in that house for? Nur is tired of being a cover for Mas Arya's abnormality!"
Arya rubbed her face wet from the rain drops.
"We're talking inside!" Arya tried to grab Nur's hand. However, the woman shuffled. Nur retreated not to be touched. Nur believes her husband's illness has recurred. Nur now believes that Arya must have another man out there.
Seeing how hard Nur's heart was, Arya immediately carried the light body of his wife into the house again. At first Nur thrashed, he beat Arya's chest to satisfaction.
Bukkkk
After putting Nur on the bed, Arya then locked the door to their room.
"Hear my words! Stay in this house. If you can't stand it, I'll go!"
Bugh
Nur threw a pillow right at Arya. He hated that man.
Seeing Nur like this, his hands clenched back. It felt like he was dipping Nur in his arms. Arya dilemma.
Nur was getting angry, because Arya was silent. This time he threw a sleeping lamp next to him.
STUNTMAN
Arya did not twitch, she closed her eyes holding back the pent-up feeling. He saw Nur who was out of control, throwing anything, ransacking their beds. Beds that are many years only for beds without other activities become messy and like a broken ship.
Satisfied venting anger, Nur then cried. He hugged his own body, shivering because of the rain and because of the cold attitude of Arya all this time.
Arya took a blanket from the closet, she then gave it to Nur.
Bukkk
Nur immediately threw the object, he did not want to look at Arya's face anymore.
As for Arya, he picked up the thick cloth. Then back to Nur.
"Better change your clothes!" exclaim Arya.
Nur didn't care, he just broke down his body. Arya's Shoving.
Arya raised the body again. He took Nur to the bathroom.
"Change your clothes!"
He was silent, while Arya. The man picked up debris and items scattered on the floor.
After the room was a little tidy, Arya returned to the bathroom. Nur had not come out for a long time, and there was no sound of the shower at all.
CLAMPS
He saw Nur even silent petrified sitting on a closed toilet. Arya took a long breath. Then take Nur's towel.
"Take off your clothes!" Arya throws a towel into Nur's lap.
"Are women no longer attractive to your eyes?" nur asked as Arya turned around to go out.
Nur could not see the expression on Arya's face that was smiling wryly with a pushy look.
"Am I no longer attractive in your eyes?" nur's voice was hoarse, his hands were busy wiping his wet cheeks since earlier.
"Take it that way," said Arya then stepped back.
Bruakkk
Nur threw a dipper nearby, right on the man's back. The man then turned around, grabbed the dipper and gave it to Nur.
"Get up, Nur. Don't act like this."
Nur's crying broke again, he beat up Arya. As for Arya, she was silent as Nur continued to hit her with many blows. He felt he deserved it.
"Say! Who's the guy?" nur asked in a soft voice, still continuing to hit Arya's chest.
Arya threw away her face, inwardly smiling wryly. Nur thought it was deviant.
"How good is he? To make Mas Arya won't touch me?" Nur looked at her husband.
Nur had already stopped hitting Arya, wanting to test on her own merits. What Arya was already incurable, she boldly melted her clothes in front of Arya.
Realizing that Nur was taking off the clothes in front of her, Arya turned around. It's going out. But Nur's hand held him.
"If tonight can't be with me, I'll give up!" Seriate.