Painful Love (Painful Love)

The Instincts of a Wife

Tsamara glanced at the square box-shaped digital clock that was above the nightstand. Time has shown twelve o'clock at night. Ever since he entered the main room and then laid his body on the mattress, his eyelids could not be closed in the slightest.

How can Tsamara sleep, since three hours ago the girl waited for Bimantara in the main room but the man did not go into the room when the beautiful doctor had dressed up as beautiful as possible, wearing sexy lingerie with a spaghetti strap on both shoulders as well as spraying perfume on some points of her body. However, the husband did not even show his nose making the girl wonder where her husband was?

"I'd better check on Bima in the study. Who knows if he did fall asleep there" Tsamara murmured.

Then, Tsamara revealed a white blanket that covered part of her body. The girl got off the bed then grabbed the soft silk robe of red light color matching the lingerie she was wearing. Out of the room to the living room, want to make sure whether Bimantara is right to fall asleep in the workspace or not. If true then he would wake the man up to sleep in the room immediately.

The door of Bimantara's workspace was open, the lights in the room were on. Tsamara is convinced that her husband is there. Swinging legs, approaching a beloved husband and asking the man to rest because the day is getting late.

However, footsteps stopped when they heard the soft sound of someone talking on the balcony of the apartment. Although it is subtle but quite clear sounding because the atmosphere is quiet so that the girl's sense of hearing can clearly capture the sound waves out there.

Tsamara was increasingly curious as to who her husband was talking to. The heart beats faster in rhythm with the roar of hunting breaths. Again and again, an unpleasant premonition returned present sneaking into the recesses of the heart.

Standing about a meter from the glass door that connects the main room with the balcony, Tsamara sharpens the sense of hearing. Sayup heard his name mentioned in a Bimantara conversation with someone across the street.

"Why did Bima take a phone call while everyone was asleep? Is there anything important that can't be delayed until tomorrow morning? Then why is my name called?" Back muttered softly while continuing to pay attention to the back of Bimantara from a distance of one meter. Eyes squeaking as he unsheathed a sharp gaze towards his beloved husband.

While Tsamara was focused on looking intently at Bimantara, the CEO decided to return to the room before anyone caught him. Closing the sliding glass door so slowly that it does not cause a noise in the slightest. However, just a foot stepped he caught someone standing while staring intently at him.

"Tabara?" gumam Bimantara. The man's face was as pale as if he had just seen a ghost. If only Tsamara wore a white sleeping robe and wearing a face mask, Bimantara would have thought that on the other side was not a human but a delicate creature commonly called miss kunti.

"Who's not calling these nights? Then why did I hear my name called." Tsamara asked various questions to Bimantara. I don't know, why she turned into a girl who was all curious since bearing the status of the mistress of Bimantara. Though he was impressed and never wanted to know the business of Bimantara. However, after marrying his instincts as a wife was moved to ask a question that might provoke a commotion.

Bimantara blinked several times before finally answering Tsamara's question. "Why do you talk so much! Didn't I tell you, don't interfere in my personal affairs!" it bursts with flashes of emotion in the eyes.

"I've tried to warn you, never interfere! But you keep asking nonsensical questions. Absolutely insane!" continue Bimantara while walking to the kitchen. Her throat was dry after an hour of conversation with Emma over the phone.

"It's only natural to ask you, brother. I am your wife, not a friend, not even a friend. We're both married. Brother forgot that?"

Bimantara took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, then sipped it until leaving half of it. Fresh cold water that fills the esophagus seems to be able to eliminate thirst.

"Bima, wait! Our conversation is not over. Don't go yet!" tsamara said while trying to equalize her footsteps with her husband. Hands extended forward to block the husband's arm.

Bimantara brushed off Tsamara's hand violently. A glint of emotion was clearly visible in the man's eyes. The anger within him had been in the crown until he was pretty sure there was smoke billowing over his head.

"What else do you want to talk about? What are you accusing me of playing with someone, right?" accuse Bimantara of glaring.

Tsamara gasped for a moment. "I just want to ...." Tsamara's voice stopped in midair. Do not know what to say because he did not deny that he was a little suspicious of the behavior of Bimantara since they were in the Maldives. Ehm .. maybe more precisely after they met Emma, Bimantara's college friend.

Bimantara drew a sharp gaze towards Tsamara. "You what? Want to pry information at the moment I'm close to who. I do, don't I?"

Tsamara fell silent and her face grew pale. What else should it be now? Must admit that currently the beautiful doctor is suspecting her own husband? So, how does Bimantara react? The man must have gotten angry and instead stayed away from her.

"Here you go, don't go on anymore! I am really tired and want to sleep! Good night," concluded Bimantara then leave the wife just like that.

The figure of Bimantara left the room and Tsamara just looked at the husband's flat back with a pushy look. Back ringing with the conversation Bimantara who said that this marriage occurred not at the will of the man.

"Without you explaining, I also know that until this moment you still have not accepted me as your wife. We cannot accept the fact that we have a marriage bond between us. However, don't you want to try going through the household Big Dipper with me? Who knows, a relationship that starts from an arranged marriage will end happily like a story in a fairy tale," isak Tsamara lamented for himself.

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