Regrets After the Farewell

Chapters 11.

Salman spurred the pace of the car he was driving at high speed, he had to get to where he suspected to be his wife's Safia hideout.

Minutes later, Salman's car arrived in front of a building that looked quite old. That's where Safia grew up and that's the only place Safia is likely to be in for now.

Yes, Salman knows exactly that Safia was an orphan who was left dead by both parents when his wife was very small. Safia once told him a little about the past she had to go through with her husband.

"Sir Salman." said Bu Ani, an elderly woman who was still eager to take care of the orphanage.

"Siang Ma'am," Salman greeted back and kissed the back of the woman's hand.

"Kok alone, where's Safia? Why not bring it?" asked Bu Ani who felt a little disappointed because she did not see the existence of Safia there, a beautiful girl who she had considered like her own biological daughter.

Safia has been her son since she was two years old. Of course, the affection of Bu Ani will not be inferior when compared to the affection of biological parents in general.

Salman then fell silent to the question. If Bu Ani asks Safia where she is, it means that her wife is not there.

Then where's Safia? Shouldn't he be in that place?

"Sorry Mom, Safia is still busy in the hospital. I'm here to pick up the thing that's left behind, Safia asked me to come, she really needs that thing." Salman's alibi switched the conversation, he was forced to lie so that Bu Ani did not worry about thinking about Safia's situation which was somehow where she was now.

"Oh, so so. Yes, come in. I have a little business,"

After saying that, Bu Ani left Salman who was still glued to where he stood. The old woman walked towards the park, there was waiting for a couple who intended to adopt one of the orphanage children.

Shortly after Bu Ani completely disappeared from his sight, Salman blinked and stepped into the building.

He asked a woman who managed the home, he did not know where Safia's room was located.

After getting the hint, Salman thanked the woman and continued his steps towards Safia's room in the corner.

Yes, inevitably Salman was forced to search Safia's room. He was still curious considering the photo he saw that night. Salman wanted to know if Safia was the little girl he had been looking for all this time.

Arriving in the room, Salman quickly closed the door and locked it. He stepped towards the rickety wood closet, he was about to start his quest from there.

Finding nothing in the closet, Salman turned to the table. He shifted some neatly arranged books, but still he found nothing.

Then Salman sat for a moment on the edge of the iron bed a hundred times two hundred that felt very hard, as soon as Salman's eyes glazed over the pillow beside him.

"Where are you Safia? Why did you leave? I still have a lot to ask you, please come back!" salman murmured while rubbing the pillow with a misty look.

He was truly sorry to treat Safia badly. She thought Safia was the cause of her mother's death, but her conjecture was wrong.

He was eager to meet Safia and apologized for the wrongs he had done, promising to atone for the sins and treat his wife well.

Long time pecking the pillow, Salman suddenly stood up and rolled up the cotton mattress that he was sitting on. Instantly his eye bead caught some map that turned out Safia stored there.

Degs...

Suddenly Salman's blood stopped flowing, his heart was deprived of oxygen making it difficult to breathe.

In addition to childhood photos of his wife, he also found personal documents belonging to both of Safia's parents. It is clearly written what the name is and where the two come from. Safia's father's employment history is also there.

A moment of silence came as Salman recalled the late father's last message.

Yes, the man advised Salman to look for the whereabouts of his best friend's daughter named Nisa. Who would have thought that Nisa whose father was referring to turned out to be Safia, a poor woman who has now officially become his wife.

"Well..."

Salman shouted hysterically while squeezing his hair violently, sheet by sheet of paper that he had just held immediately scattered on the floor.

"Stupid! Why are you so stupid, Salman? What have you done?" salman is cursed at himself.

Why did he become this evil to Safia? Why could he darken the eyes of treating his own wife inhumanely?

Although for the past two months he had only pretended to love Safia, but he could feel the calmness and peace of heart while with the woman.

Safia is actually very spoiled when alone with him, sometimes that innocent nature that makes him very upset. She felt Safia was like two-faced, she thought Safia was very good at theatrics.

But now the facts have revealed the truth. How did he deal with Safia after this? She felt lost face, she did not deserve to be called a husband.

Satisfied with releasing the immortality that shackled his soul, Salman finally tried to forcefully calm himself.

There was no point in regretting, all he had to do was to search for Safia's whereabouts and straighten out any misunderstandings that had already occurred.

After picking up the paper scattered on the floor, Salman put it back in the folder and tidied the bed as before. He left the room and took the map with him.

With a cold and flat look like a motorway, Salman left the parlour without saying goodbye. He must immediately deploy his confidants to search for Safia's whereabouts.

He must not be late, let alone know exactly that Safia's condition is not okay at this time. Whatever he would do for Safia to recover from her illness.

After entering the car, Salman threw the map he had brought earlier to the empty bench next to him. He turned on the engine and drove the vehicle at high speed.

Regretted?

Yes, Salman is very sorry after everything he did to Safia. He had destroyed their first night and made it the scariest night for Safia.

How painful Safia felt at that time, but Salman did not put his pity on her at all.

Not to mention the presence of Mika that Salman deliberately brought home to heat Safia, no matter how painful the wound that Safia felt when she saw it.