My Husband Superstar's
Part 93's
...You are the medicine for my wounds, but you also made me hurt. ...
...-fany Falwinta-is...
Fany held onto her pulsating head, circulating her gaze throughout the room. He knitted his brows, strange? wasn't he in the guest room, but why was he in the main room now.
The burly hand held onto his shoulder, making him flinch, that touch, that touch he had longed for.
Not feeling his smile rise, see who helped him wake up and lean his body on the head of the couch.
"Ak...me why?" scythe Fany.
"Lo had fainted in the guest room, fortunately I saw." replied Daren indifferently.
Daren thrusts the drinking water in front of Fany. "Drink first."
"Doctors say you're eating less?" ask Daren while carrying a bowl of porridge and then sit next to Fany.
"Ak..me." nervously Fany lowered her head, squeezing her fingers.
"Lo is going to kill my son, hm." growled Daren with his sharp gaze.
"Sorry."
Daren pulls Fany's chin with her index finger. "Loof your mouth!" his orders.
Shut up, that's what Fany did, seeing that the porridge in Daren's hand made his appetite go away, he didn't like that porridge.
He brushed Daren's hand off his face. "I don't like porridge." he said.
"Gue nanya, you like porridge or not, I want you to run out of it porridge, after that take medicine, do not spoiled and make my child woe, understand!" after saying that Daren placed the bowl of porridge roughly on the nightstand.
Fany looked at the burly body entering the bathroom, what Daren couldn't have been better at.
Weepy.
That's the picture of Fany today, many times he promised not to cry and look weak in front of Daren, many times he also denied it.
He grabbed the bowl of porridge on the nightstand, forcing himself to eat it. Fany no longer wants to hear Daren's screams.
That's how Fany felt when the first mouthful entered the depths of his mouth, but he did not despair, still eating the porridge until it ran out even though it was very torturing him.
Chequelek
Fany's attention was distracted when she heard the bathroom door open. There he found Daren neat with black jeans and gray hodie attached to the growth. Looks like the guy's going out.
"Where's Brother Daren going?" Fany ventured to ask as Daren turned the doorknob.
"Get out."
"Where are you going, ten o'clock at night, brother, tomorrow is going, I'm afraid." Fany stared pleasantly at the man before her, hoping that her husband would obey her wishes once.
"What right do you forbid me? remember, not everything in my world is about you, I also have my own life." After saying that Daren completely vanished behind the bedroom door.
"What right do you forbid me? remember, not everything in my world is about you, I also have my own life."
Those words kept on stirring in his head. A right? her world? then what's Daren been doing all this time? a wife has no right to know where her husband is going.
Or is Fany now nobody in Daren's life?
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Fany faintly heard a commotion in front of the apartment door, She forced open her eyes, reaching for the phone beside her, 02:15.
His steps came to a halt right at the last rung of the stairs, there in front of the main door, a burly man with an unruly appearance as he left, staggering towards him.
Fany approached Daren, holding the burly body from the furthest, leading him into the room with great difficulty. The smell of alcohol is very intercepting in Fany's nose, can be made sure Daren is drunk heavily at this time.
"Sir Daren all right? brother why? what's the problem? big brother's drunk." a question came out of Fany's mouth, though he knew a drunk wouldn't respond.
Panic, that's how Fany feels now, seeing Daren so messy makes him wonder. Daren doesn't usually get drunk like this, unless she has a problem she can't handle.
"Gue love her same."
"Don't separate me."
"sick."
"Don't stay with me."
Cute Daren, patting his chest. A speck of tears escaped just like that in the eyes of the brave man firmly.
Why did Fany feel the pain of seeing the man in front of her. As Seasun forgot Daren's harsh treatment, Fany pulled Dare into her arms, draping Daren's face in the recess of her neck. Gently rubbing the man's disheveled hair.
"Nobody's gonna leave my sister." Fany tried to calm Daren down by stroking the man's shoulder.
Regular breathing began to hit the skin of the neckline level Fany, signifying the man's pulse has fallen asleep. Carefully Fany laid Daren on the bed.
As she was about to move away from her body, Fany accidentally saw something strange on Daren's neck. With a raging feeling and trembling hands Fany touched the purple-red patches on her husband's lehar. He's not stupid, that mark, the mark he used to leave on Daren's neck.
Trings
A notification ripped Fany from her daydream, she switched to taking her phone over the nightstand, opening a message from an unfamiliar number.
Deg, again the wound that has not dried is now back in the sprinkled salt. It's a pain in there, it's painful but it's not bleeding, that's what Fany felt, when she saw some photos and videos of Daren with a woman kissing at the club.
Fany's body was on the floor, his knees unable to hold his weight. Destroyed were his hopes waiting for Daren to change, it turns out there are already people who replace him.
Is that what made Daren turn cold on her.
Not wanting to disturb Daren's deep sleep, Fany staggered into the bathroom, turning on the shower so that the sound of crying could not be heard by Daren.
Wandering his body with cold water, until his tears mixed with shower water soaked his body.
"Hiks..hiks. Sore sister." isak Fany patted his chest that felt tight.
"Maybe I can endure your harsh and cold treatment, but not your betrayal, sis."
"I gave up, I can't take it anymore. Hiks..hiks...hiks." Fany's cry grew louder, vanishing all her distress and heartache under the cold water in the bathroom.
Why does his fate have to be like this? when happiness fetch Fany, from birth until now his life is filled with wounds. Someone who is able to treat and make peace with his past. Now he is also the one who scratches wounds on him. Even the wounds Daren made were deeper than the wounds his mother had inflicted.
"Why is happiness never on my side? why! Hicks."
"God take my life."
...TBC...
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