My wife Slave of Lust

Flashback 4

...THE POV LIANA ALVIDA PART 3...

When I heard my husband's heartfelt words, there was a form of regret that gnawed at my chest, so that I could no longer speak. Ibra was right, I was so wrong for never being open to her. A lack of deep communication allowed me to assume and live in my own ideology without understanding the truth. To be more precise, I only attach importance to my feelings, and forget about Ibra's feelings.

But whatever the power, I am also not an angel who never sins. Ibra's words made me more dwarf, if still keep asking him to accept. Receive this sinful me back to be the only woman he loves.

But I have deeply regretted my own stupidity. Can't he give me one more chance? Or maybe her love for me isn't for me anymore? I started to be afraid to face the days without them both on the sides. I was afraid to go on living alone. I began to fear that this sin would cause karma that would propel me to death.

Oh, Tuhaan!

What kind of wife am I?

What kind of mother am I?

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When the self was lamenting fate, suddenly heard the roar of a car engine entering the courtyard of the mother's house. I know who the owner is. Still shaking in position, I could see Vazo gushing his sturdy body from behind the door of the vehicle.

I'm a great aghast. How could he have the full courage to come here?

"I don't like seeing you cry like this!" it was as if what I was doing right now was a mistake. I was still unmoved, staring at him with full sight. Apparently, someone still cares about my situation.

Yeah, that's how Vazo was, always there for me when the world wasn't on my side. Always put on the chest when others look away. Always cool the soul, when others make suffering.

Without adding another word, he immediately pulled my body into his arms. Landing a friendly caress on the head with all the love. Once again, I started to drown in her cradle. His treatment like this, always successfully bewitched me to continue to be comfortable around him.

"We'd better go home" he said a few minutes later, after feeling I had calmed down.

However, I shook my head firmly, as if here was the most comfortable place. He sounded like he was breathing heavily. "I can't keep seeing you like this. Never mind, maybe it's time to accept fate." The sentence this time successfully ignited fret back present hugging the heart.

Is correct. I have to accept the risk of my own mistakes, but there is a lot of disrespect if I have to be wasted and leave the mustikas heart. I still have rights over him. I was his mother. The woman who gave birth to him.

"We're going home now? I don't want you to get sick." Vazo was still tight with his invitation. Feeling treated as a very important figure for him, making me no longer able to shake off the goodness scattered in plain sight.

I pulled my body from his chest, then nodded obediently. He smiled happily, because I no longer gave a rejection. He led me up, and grabbed me from the side to open the car door.

However, when I was about to enter it, my gaze was directed at a figure of a man who was now standing in the doorway. Staring at the two of us with an indecipherable facial expression.