Red Noctah
The Part 33
When he felt cold, he just tightened his embrace. The woman thought, Raziklah the henchman in his warm embrace. When he felt his hand touch the body that felt wide, when quickly opened his eyes. He is almost suffocated in shock, finding himself hugging the person he hates most in his life.
Carefully, when he raised his hand, but too dear to Bisma through the moment, the man must have been awake from earlier, rather pretending to sleep. He deliberately tilted his body to his back to the woman's body, by pulling the hand If it is just like that, then keep it in his hand, be that woman as if holding her from behind.
When flinching, fix his heartbeat that pumps faster irregularly. The woman slowly loosened her increasingly powerful handgrip. It continues to pull slowly. Nil, the pain he got.
People are sleeping or something! Why hold my hand so tightly? Duh ... beware if it is on purpose!
When the tired try, finally silent, and choose to sleep again. The cold atmosphere made the woman feel at home to close her eyes, until before dawn, the woman still closed her eyes.
Bisma smiled faintly to find his resigned wife. Slowly but surely, the man must familiarize his wife with him or even with small touches, in order for the woman to fight trauma on herself. Of course, the man must be patient. A very difficult mistake, not only for the victim, even for the perpetrator, the moment will never be forgotten.
Bhishma was forced to put an end to the warm and comfortable feeling because the call of the Creator has called. Slowly, the man got up, ventured to wipe his hand, and kissed him. There is a sense that somehow, if only he could hold the hand every day, all night in his sleep, of course it would be better.
The man quickly got up from the bed, leaving a trace of affection on his son's forehead. Turning to look at Bila, there was a sense of wanting to touch him, but too afraid, the desire was getting bigger, so he ventured to shrink the top of his head wrapped in hijab. Finally, cover both.
Bisma stepped foot into the bathroom, took ablution and changed into clean clothes. When the man came out, he found his wife who was just awake. Their eyes met each other, before finally when first disconnected and looked the other way.
The two were unmoved, as if understanding the movement of his wife towards the bathroom, the man prepared just like that. Two prayer mats he held beside the bed, the set of mukena colored ash was ready to wait on the prayer mat, the man deliberately waiting to congregate. The moment that Bhishma always misses in her prayer.
The creaking of the bathroom door diverted the man's net. Same with when who highlighted it with an inexplicable gaze, the woman was even confused as to how to behave. He was silent for a moment, choosing to sit on the lip of the bed to distract. I hope she understands that she wants to do it herself.
Apparently the man was quite clumsy, looking at his wife who pretended to be insensitive, or just say cold to her. Bhishma must indeed succumb in regard to goodness. He quickly rose up, approaching his woman with a face in his hand.
"Wear .. I was deliberately waiting for you, I bought this a long time ago, only now can it reach the person. Come and be my makmum, I wait at the end of the prayer mat" he said calmly as he put the face of the ashes on his lap.
If he cannot refuse, he will fulfill that obligation. With a slow step, she quickly put on the face and approached her husband who was waiting there.
The two most powerful rakaats he tuned together. Praying for a long prayer of kindness for himself and his family. Bhishma turned around, finding a new one after offering a prayer.
"What prayer do you want most, when?" ask the man suddenly. When flinching, not interested in answering.
"I will no longer force you to stick with this status if it torments you, I'm sorry If, I love you, but if it makes you even more hurt, I'm ready to make your wish come true, on condition, on condition, Razik stays with me, I don't want to part with her anymore, just three years apart, let me always be close to our son," said the wise bisma.
Heavy, pain, tightness felt squeezing the chest cavity. But that's the fact, if the breakup is better than having to keep hurting, maybe it's time the man let go of what he's been holding so tightly.
"When do you want that?" tanya Bisma clarified her statement.
If suddenly upset, how could he have to live apart with Razik, even for a moment he could not, especially if it had to be for days. Or even forever. It was definitely the weight of a woman with the title of mother.
"You are indeed his father, but you have no right to make a decision about Razik, I am his mother, who has full nasab on my son, of course you do not forget, the beginning of Razik is there. You're just a biological father, but you don't have a niqab on that child. It's too selfish for you to separate me from him" replied When calm enough.
Bisma breathes deeply. He looked at his wife who was not looking at him.
"When, I know, I just want to be close, don't you want to be? After what you and I had, there was blood flowing to Razik, me and he was still a father and son who had a familial relationship with each other," the guy won't lose.
Nabila began to get tired, from the beginning of the relationship it began, all started from a devastating hatred. Even imprinting into the recesses of the soul.
"If you can't choose, I will still be in a position where it makes you feel tormented, unless you feel sincere with the destiny that exists, and willing to make peace with your past, he said, it will be another story," explained Bisma as she moved. Leaving the faithful woman silent.
"Is there any other option for me?" ask if you get up from there.
Bisma turned her head, looking gently at his wife's black netra. "There," he answered flatly.
"What?" ask the woman, hoping to find a solution to the relationship. Honestly, if he is too tired, he wants to end soon, however, the relationship without love will only hurt each other.
"Officially marry me, let's start with a new one" she replied quite clearly and calmly.
Nabila almost fed it, if the sense of patience was gone, maybe this morning a long chat that will say hello. A thousand dear he was visiting the house of in-laws. There is courtesy and courtesy he must uphold.
"What if I don't want to, do you have any more lucrative offers for me? I just want to live quietly with my son, you can visit him, play with him, but not to have him. So am I, all just a deposit, and yet, I don't allow Razik to live with you. Thank you for loving me and my son."
