Regrets After the Farewell

Chapters 18.

After sitting Salman on the sofa, Safia left him in a hurry. He entered the kitchen and quickly prepared food and searched for magh's medicine in the closet.

"Here, fill your stomach first and drink Magh's medicine." Safia put a tray on the table. There was rice and potluck, a glass of water and pill-shaped magh medicine.

"Thank you" said Salman, staring fixedly at Safia.

How hard Safia tried to resist, still she could not lie to her feelings. Salman could see the immense love in Safia's eyes for him. Safia loved him very much, the proof is that Safia was very panicked to see his condition earlier. Safia also prepared this meal for him.

"Come, eat with me!" take Salman with you while reaching for Safia's hand.

"No need," Safia brushed Salman's hand aside violently. "You eat by yourself, I'm going to pack my stuff back." Safia quickly turned and walked away from Salman who was still staring at her wistfully.

Is this the end of everything? Salman had tried to give in so that Safia understood and would forgive him, but it seemed that Salman's efforts were not at all fruitful.

Salman stopped eating his food and chose to follow Safia to the servant's room that had occupied his wife.

Salman's tears fell as he saw Safia's body curled up on the floor. Safia sobbed as she pleased, her shoulders shaking in tears as the farewell between the two of them would come.

Never minded would Safia part in this way, the marriage that became the biggest dream in her life only went this short. Where would Safia take this wound?

Salman stepped slowly towards Safia and squatted before her. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry, I'll fix all the mistakes I've done, give me one chance to prove it!" lirih Salman, he also pulled Safia into his embrace.

Instead of stopping crying, Safia was sobbing hugging Salman tightly. "It's happened, I never blame you. I'm the one who's guilty of over-expecting this marriage. I'm tired, my love lost, parting is the best way for us."

Safia let go of her embrace and instantly distanced herself. He grabbed the handle of the suitcase he had prepared and dragged her away from the room.

"Safia.." Salman cheered and chased his wife.

Arriving on the porch of the house, Salman grabbed Safia's suitcase violently and threw it away. He was forced to carry Safia's frail body like a sack of rice and take her to the room.

"Take me off, please let me go!" Safia thrashed while hitting Salman's back with all her might, but the man did not care about her at all. She did not want to lose Safia, the woman could not leave her life.

"Mas Salman, please let me go!" added Safia crying as much as she could, again Salman did not care even though Safia killed him though. He would not let Safia suffer alone. It's his fault, they have to suffer together.

Arriving at the doorway, Salman pushed him violently. After entering he rushed to lock her up and took Safia to the bed.

Salman laid him down carefully and supported Safia under his control. She stared intimately at Safia, her tears falling right on Safia's cheek.

Safia closed her eyes slowly, trying to control the cries she could no longer bear. "Please me, I just want to get out of here." Safia sighed in a barely audible voice.

"Safia, please don't be stubborn! You're sick, I can't let you hang out there. I'll take you for treatment, you'll have to get well" said Salman stroking Safia's cheeks gently.

"Let it go, I'd rather die than stay in this house. There is a God who still loves me, He deliberately gave me this disease so that I forget what it feels like to be hurt, God wants me to forget all this suffering. I wish I could forget you forever, I don't want to remember you anymore. I didn't want to heal," Safia who was already carried away with emotion immediately held onto her head which suddenly hurt. "Awh.." he whimpered.

"Safia..." Salman looked panicked and rubbed Safia's head slowly. "Please control yourself, don't think weird!"

"Then let me go" said Safia who was still adamant about her stance.

"No Safia, I'll never let you go. This is your place, this is your home." - Salman.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I don't have a place to live. I'm an orphan, no one loves me including my own husband."

"You're wrong Safia, I love you" Salman said.

"No Safia, I'm not lying" Salman said.

Salman then distanced himself from Safia, walked to the closet and opened it and took out an old album that he had taken from his father's room.

After taking the album, Salman closed the closet door and returned to Safia. "See this!" pinta Salman opened the album and turned it over one by one.

"I don't want to see it," Safia refused to throw her face away.

"Must be Safia, you have to know who you really are." Salman said.

"I'm a nobody, I'm just a fool who's gullible because of your sweet mouth." Safia chose to get out of bed.

"Safia..." Salman gritted his teeth, he began to growl at Safia's extremely stubborn attitude.

Salman rushed after him and took his wife by force.

"You're really a psychopath, let me down!" snapped Safia who was increasingly ignited by emotions.

"Hm... I'm a psychopath, do I need to force you to serve me again?" gertak Salman stared intently at Safia.

Safia who heard that shuddered in horror, she did not want to serve Salman like that night, it was too painful, she could not forget the disgusting dark portrait. "How dare you touch me, I'll make sure you never see me again!"

"Therefore according to the husband is fine still being followed" growled Salman mengulum smile. The frightened Safia had to shut up and obey.

Then Salman took Safia to sit on the edge of the bed, Salman held Safia and hugged her little waist with one hand. While the other hand took back the album that he had put on the nightstand.

"Look, whose picture is this?" said Salman juxtaposed the photo he stole from the back room with a neatly arranged photo on the album.

"This?" Safia knitted her brow confusedly. "This is my picture, where did you get it?" tanya Safia was curious.

"I found him in the back room. I'm sorry I took it secretly" Salman said.

"Basic thief!" aspat Safia pursed her lips.

"As far as you go, take another look at the photo!" tell Salman.

"It's all my photos, why is this picture in your house? Who are you really?" cerca Safia looking to tau.

"Hehe... Want to know or want to know?" Salman immediately chuckled and kissed Safia's shoulders gently.

"Don't kiss!" ketus Safia moves the shoulder. She doesn't like to be in contact with her bastard husband.

"Well, if not, I won't say anything either." Salman removed Safia's waist, acted as if he didn't care and let Safia move from her lap.

"Yes, I don't want to know anything either." said Safia, who chose to walk to the door.

"Just open it if you can, you dissident!" mumbam Salman tightened his jaw and chose to lie on Safia's back.

"Basic bastard!" as Safia struggled to open the door, she grabbed whatever was caught by her net and threw it at Salman. Salman who felt the pain just kept silent while smiling with satisfaction.