Remember Me, My Husband!

Forgive Me

Slowly Arlan's grip on Maysha's body began to stretch. His eyes focused on the face and body of the Woman. The clothes that wrapped Maysha's body had been messy and torn in some parts. He continued to cry and held Arlan's chest with both hands. 

Conscious of his madness, Arlan regulated the hunting breath. He changed the position that originally overlapped Maysha's body to be sideways. Then immerse the kiss in the forehead and pull the woman into her arms.  

“I'm sorry, I'm khilaf,” whispered slowly. His embrace tightened when he heard the woman's roaring cry. However, instead of subsiding Maysha's cry even more so-so. Arlan repeatedly persuades and kisses to calm him down. 

No matter what promise Laura made not to touch Maysha, all Arlan wanted to do was hug her. 

“I'm really sorry, I don't know why I lost control and did all this,” he whispered regretfully. Three years ago, he made a promise not to hurt his wife's body and body. 

Maysha. Arlan's imposition just now still left a tremor in his body. Never before has Arlan treated himself this harshly. Before marriage or after marriage, Arlan treated her like a queen in his life. 

But now? 

I don't know where that once gentle husband was. Arlan's actions have actually inflicted wounds not only on his heart, but also on his physique. If I may ask, Maysha hopes to be dreaming right now. 

“I want to be alone. Please leave me,” shrewd Maysha. Although he spoke with a faltering as a result of holding back tears, it was well understood by Arlan. 

“No want!” Arlan tightened both of his arms around Maysha's body. His palms moved up and down rubbing his hair and back. 

There was nothing Maysha could do but vent pain and disappointment in tears. Although he has been trying to hold back. 

“Please, Mas. I want to be alone,” Pinta Maysha again. This time his voice sounded more clear than before. 

“You may give me punishment but don't ask me to leave you alone here.” Still trying to persuade, even though Maysha showed a rejection reaction. “I'm sorry, so sorry.” 

“If you're really sorry leave me!” Maysha's words just broke down Arlan's defense. 

Arlan realized, the coercion he had done was very excessive and very hurt Maysha. Fortunately, he soon woke up. Otherwise, he would have gone further and hurt Maysha's body even more deeply. 

“Alright, I'll be out. I'm sorry.” Shortly before releasing a hug, Arlan had a chance to immerse a kiss on the lips. Short, yet very soft. He then got up and wrapped the blanket over Maysha's body and fondly stroked the top of her head. 

Not wanting Maysha to get more depressed, Arlan stepped out of the room. Before actually leaving the room, he turned his head towards Maysha who was lying in a position behind him. 

Arlan closed the door slowly. Then he moved away from his wife's room. The balcony was the place he chose to calm down. However, suddenly Laura's room door opened. The demon lady came out wearing extremely thin clothes that showed off her curves. 

“You're from Maysha's room, Mas?” pekik Laura riled. Especially after seeing Arlan walking from the direction of Maysha's room with bare chest. 

“Not your business!” snapped Arlan, then without permission to leave Laura and choose to enter the other room at the end. 

Laura stood where she stood. There were a lot of question marks in his mind. 

“What did Mas Arlan do in Maysha's room? Why did Mas Arlan even go into another room and not my room?” 

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