Red Noctah

The Part 26

Stiff, confused, feeling strange when suddenly in the room there was a man. Even though her status as her husband all felt so confusing.

"When?" Bisma ventured closer to his wife sitting on the lip of the bed, not far from Razik lying down. The woman was confused.

"Just say, Bim, what do you want to say?" she said softly, feeling awkward and foreign.

"What do you want to hear most from me?" Bhishma did not answer back to ask.

"You know the answer, don't you? Should I repeat a thousand more times, and bow down to you not to defend me? I'm sorry, I'm not a good woman, you're so hard on me, we're just going to hurt each other, and pile up a lot of sins for not being able to do my job as a wife."

"You don't even give yourself a chance to try, you always close your heart to me? I know I'm wrong, I can't let you go, sorry Nabila, try to make peace with your heart, just open a little bit, love me that chance."

"What makes you so eager to keep a wife who never obeyed you, I was tormented, I sinned my Bhishma? Every day, I struggle with my status as if to imprison me, please .. please take this story, seek your own happiness, you deserve to be happy with a woman who can give you love. Or forever we'll keep hurting."

"Enough, When! Can't you be concerned just a little, enough you punish me, has it not been enough for three more years that you have made me tormented withholding longing and hatred for you. Don't blame love, because it's a feeling you can't force to no longer love."

When getting up from the bed, afraid to disturb his son's rest because their chatter is getting heated. The woman began to cry, confusedly taking a more precise stance. Bisma immediately followed his wife, standing not far from Bila who was busy shedding tears.

"Hate me as much as you can, as far as you want, as long as you live, I'm sincere that it can make you forgive for my depraved deeds first, but please don't separate me from Razik, I won't let that happen, you're ruthless, don't even intend to introduce me to her father."

When you cry more and more, it feels like you want to give up and despair once again. By Allah, when it is not vengeful, it even feels sinful because there is still a bond, but again it is very difficult to open yourself to a man who has ruined his life. Only the freedom that the woman wants to get, so that the release of sin as a wife can end.

"Don't touch me" she tepised as the man's hand stretched out to wipe away the tears.

"Should I re-impose you, and ignore adab and morals in order for you to survive? As much as you refuse, rebel, I will still heal your trauma and will touch you!" the answer is pretty clear.

Bhishma did not care, he was really upset with his wife who was still stiff. His pain and longing were avenged with endless tubas. Holding on, waiting for years of patience that almost drove him crazy. The man did not care that his woman was angry and rebellious, Bhishma with her great courage pulled his wife's body and hugged her so tightly.

"I love you when, I miss you," he murmured so tightly, feeling a great tremor in his body when he could touch his still so reluctant wife. When the initially rebellious one slowly grew tired, and left her body in her husband's arms. Long enough that position, when only silent, did not reply, while Bhishma so lived with his eyes closed. As if removing all the wedge in the heart that is ready to spill. The longing was poured out, it felt relieved even though it was very sick.

Bhishma slightly untangled her embrace, but did not take off. "Look at me When, listen carefully, I love you," he said straightforwardly.

"If one day I really give up, I still won't let you go, but don't blame me for finding a second mother for Razik" he said seriously.

"And I, of course I'll take Razik from you, he's my son, so. It's up .. you still want to be with your high ego, and end up staying like this. Or trying to live this household really, really" he continued in a threatening tone. Three years more, it was enough that Bisma was patient, his wife had to be taught a lesson in order to think carefully.

"You're too brave to make a decision, is it really your goal to torture me for life? We're just gonna keep hurting and piling up sins, I really hate you, Bhishma!"

Nabila highlighted the annoyance of the man who was still her husband status. Instead of getting clarity in his status. He is trapped in a circle of obsession under the guise of love.

"Deliver! Release Bisma!" The bisma who was still tightening the embrace spontaneously took off her hands just like that, making the body When it was out of balance and almost fell, the woman reflexively pulled the Bhishma shirt looking for a grip. An incredible trick, stubborn women have to be dealt with with a little coercion to keep feeling needed.

Bisma smiled looking at Bila who pulled her to hold her body so as not to look at her. The man does not immediately help, let alone when his own distress.

"Evil!" his grunts took off his own grip that was so tight.

"One day it will be like this, just look if, you will hold me so tightly," he murmured softly as the woman darted in.

Actually, Bhishma was hurt, but somehow he was not able to turn a little away from the woman. Moreover, there was a Razik in the middle of them. It is hard for Bhishma to turn away. Despite the many temptations women openly greet him.

Bisma followed into the room, finding his wife who had already swapped her clothes in long pajamas complete with her hijab. Even in the room, when not to remove the hijab. Razik is still asleep, the boy is quite comfortable his sleep may be right, Razik soybean so sleep so sound.

When starting to put the position next to Razik. While Bisma himself looks clean and change his clothes with home clothes that are relaxed to rest. No matter the repulsion, and hatred of Bila, Bhishma has really taken care of everything. The man confidently lays down next to Razik, and hugs the son he longs for.

At a glance the corner of his eyes glanced at his wife who had closed his eyes, but he was sure when he had not really slept. Bisma smiled, her heart warmed, even brazenly piled her fingers on when the woman embraced Razik, spontaneously felt and re-opened her eyes.

If the uncomfortable and want to let go, not given the slightest opportunity, because the Bhishma is increasingly linked so closely.

"Diem, if, Razik wakes up later, pity?" he said relax with his eyes closed.

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Tbc