
Aura Aneshka decided to call
after a long restless wait for Damaresh who did not come, but it is almost eleven o'clock at night.
The matter of Damaresh who came home late is not new and Aura also understands that the working schedule of Damaresh is so dense, but the problem is that he feels uncomfortable from now on, as if something is bad, as if there is something bad, which is happening.
But as a result of calling Damaresh, the discomfort grew because of the voice of the woman who answered her call on the husband's phone.
"Aresh is sleeping,"
The voice of the woman in the telfhon.
"What's? sleep on? who this?"
Aura asked with a thumping feeling.
And the woman's answer on the telfhon made her speech even more irregular.
"I who? you ask Aresh tomorrow who I am!"
And the call to the telfhon is interrupted.
Aura stepped warily towards the bed and sat on the edge while breathing heavily.
What the hell is going on?
Only that question sentence was playing around in his mind at the moment. Not trying to think positively for something that is still uncertain.
It is the negative thinking that dominates.
It was his intention to ask Kaivan, because that man who went with Damaresh, was,
but Aura doesn't have her telfhon number. Be
the girl was agitated in her solitude.
A message came in about ten later, Aura's reflexes grabbed her phone lying horribly on the bed, hoping that
Damaresh gave the news. It turns out that an unknown number sent an image.
Aura stared at the nanar of her phone screen, in disbelief at the scene plastered in front of her,
Aura blinked her eyes many times it turned out that the image had not changed at all.
His pair of eyes heated up, his body felt limp, and it fell to the floor with a heavy cry.
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"What are you doing here, Arra?"
Damaresh had suddenly been standing behind Aura within a meter. Its existence in the pantry made some maids who were doing the activity stand still, some returned to continue the work, and others continued the work, some are still stealing glances at the master who looks so handsome this afternoon with a white shirt that is not perfectly buttoned.
"As you can see, I'm cooking, '" Aura replied without having to look at the man standing behind her.
This is the attitude Aura showed to Damaresh from earlier, precisely since he returned home with Kaivan around six in the morning.
Aura didn't kiss her hand,
Aura did not develop her beautiful smile,
Aura also did not ask where Damaresh was all night until he did not come home. And Aura was also reluctant to stare at Damaresh's face, though still answered whenever asked, like this time.
"Your job here is not to cook, Arra! you just tell me what food you want, they'll make it."
Damaresh immediately grabbed Aura's hand to take the girl away from there.
Aura turned to look at Damaresh for a moment then clasped her hand. "I want to cook my own food this time," he said, stirring his cooking again on the non-stick pan.
Actually it was just Aura's way of slightly diverting her feelings that was being sad at the god level. (What god is a goddess?)
Damaresh could see Aura's somewhat pale face and her slightly puffy frame of eyes, something must have happened to the girl without her knowledge.
"What's going on, Arra?"
The aura shook weakly. "It's nothing, you just sit there!" Aura beckoned at a chair near the pantry. "After this cuisine is cooked, we can taste together, hopefully it does not disappoint," he added while trying to smile, forced smile, the results felt bland.
"All right, I'll call Kai first."
Damaresh relented if Aura did not want to say anything to him. He hurried off and climbed the stairs to the top floor.
Aura continued with her cooking job until she reached the desired maturity, Aura immediately prepared the food on a serving plate and sat waiting for Damaresh to come. Five minutes passed the man did not show his nose, fearing that his food was cold Aura soon followed up to the second floor.
"What is this, Arra?"
Damaresh thrust his hand which held the mobile phone at Aura. The girl took her cell phone from Damaresh's hand and saw a photo there.
Photo of Damaresh sleeping one pillow with Yeslin. Yeslin's hand wrapped around Damaresh's chest, which was buttoned open on his shirt.
"You're asking me, Aresh? I should've asked you, what is this?" asked Aura with a trembling voice.
"I don't know either, the sender uses a private number "
"When did you get that photo?"
"Night after I called you!"
"You called me last night?" ask Damaresh.
Though he did not get a history of incoming calls from Aura.
"Yes, and who answers a woman,"
"Ckk" Damaresh chuckled, he had to ask Kaivan all this immediately about what happened to him last night in the hospital, because of the photo it is clear that he was sleeping under the influence of drugs in the hospital.
"So your attitude has changed for me?"
Damaresh looked at Aura.
"What am I supposed to do about the disappointment I feel?" Aura turned around asked with great emphasis.
"At least you ask me, Arra."
Damaresh spoke softly as his gaze.
"What right do I have to know your business?"
"You have a right, Arra. You're my wife!" damaresh.
"The wife you never confessed to, the wife you never loved."
Aura stared intently at the silent Damaresh who could no longer give an answer.
Aura lowered her head as water floated on the fertilizer
his eyes fell rolling on his clear face.
"Arra I--"
"I don't understand your way of thinking, Aresh."
The aura quickly cut through Damaresh's speech before it reached a point. "You refuse to touch me, but I'm halal to you. But you chose to sleep with another woman," Aura said stammeringly with sobs that had thrashed inside her chest.
The girl immediately turned her heels to leave.
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Damaresh pulled his hand and clenched tightly to his body, next to what sounded was a sobbing of aura until his body seemed to tremble.
Pain, that pain is felt.
Aura tries to stay patient in conducting a one-sided marriage with Damaresh. Yep..A one-sided marriage, just think of it. Because only Aura tried to run the marriage as it should.
Aura gave her heart to the man who had married her, who she had never expected to be her husband, but Aura tried to accept the reality sincerely, not only that, but that, she obeyed and obeyed Damaresh's words unconditionally, although she could be said to be an unregarded wife, all of whom she tried to accept patiently.
But seeing her husband sleeping with another woman, which wife's heart would not hurt, Aura felt her feelings broken to pieces, but all the pain and disappointment could only be kept in silence, and when he had a chance to vent,
his cries broke without being held back.
Damaresh continued to hold his body despite repeatedly Aura tried to thrash, but the man still did not take it off, he even kissed his wife's head repeatedly while rubbing her shoulders, until gradually, he said, the crying of Aura-pun subsided.
Damaresh let go of his embrace, wiping away Aura's tears that still continued to pour even without a sound. He then cupped the beautiful face with both hands.
"I'm sorry for all the pain you're feeling,
I'm sorry, I didn't dare say love."
The man let out his breath, as if he still needed more confidence to continue speaking.
"You are precious to me, Arra. Your presence in my life is precious. Beyond anything."
Damaresh kissed Aura's forehead long ago.
As if to show that everything he said was based on his feelings.
Aura was silent, she gave no response.
Luckily, Damaresh has a wife like Aura,
the girl did not start the fire that was burning in the chest. But he gave Damaresh time to explain everything. Even though his heart might not just believe it.
"And as for the photo, I didn't do anything with Yeslin, let alone sleep together.
Last night I stayed at the hospital because I drank too much alcohol from Bali wine. I had to be treated because my body was so limp. You can ask Kaivan this, if you don't believe my description" Damaresh said.
Aura remained silent, perhaps she still needed time to dive into her own perception regarding Damaresh's honesty.
"And as for what you see in this picture, I'll take care of it soon." Damaresh said with determination from the glittering light of his eyes.