Shackles In Love

Chapter 13 Life is Not Fair

Zoya goes to sleep after finishing her job. His face was flushed due to exposure to hot cooking was immediately he compresses using warm water. Sometimes he still sizzles.

"Who told you to rest!" Bryan came from behind and shook Zoya.

"I've done it all, Bryan." said Zoya.

"I want you to serve me now."

"Bryan, I'm so tired today."

"Do I accept objections. Clean yourself up and come to my room! Remember, you have to behave like a cheap woman."

Zoya who could no longer hold back the emotions that had been stirring within her was crying. He did not know why Bryan treated her like a cheap woman who had to be treated arbitrarily. She is a wife, not a wife should be respected by a husband. Zoya is crying.

"Zoya!" bryan shouted thunderously. He soon comes to Zoya who is still crying in her room. An annoyed feeling immediately drags Zoya's body into a small bed that only fits one person.

"Bryan, release. My hand hurts Bryan." so isak Zoya who's getting.

"Basic cheesy, sigh!" bryan's orders.

The defunct Zoya immediately slaps Bryan in the face and pushes him rough. She covered her two open breasts with both hands while crying bitterly.

"You can treat me as you please. But don't ever touch me with a sentence that hurts me. I'm not a whore you can drag and you're rude. I'm your wife Bryan. I am also a woman who has the right to voice my honor if anyone tries to step on my pride even though she is my own husband."

Zoya was still crying with her shoulders shaking violently. Fear, hurt and misery were clearly visible in her sad eyes. For a moment Bryan left there in a burning rage. He slammed the door of his wife's room and passed away. She has never been slapped by anyone and Zoya has dared to hurt her pride.

"I hate you Zoya, I hate you fucking so much!"

Zoya hugged both her legs trembling. He no longer knew Bryan. The man who used to be so gentle and loved her so much. Always treat like a queen. The man has now drastically turned into a demonic incarnation that Zoya can no longer recognize. He cried why God had to change his life that had been arranged so neatly. Why did God drop the atomic bomb when happiness was almost in his arms. Why did God take away all the people he loved without a single bit left. Wh why? Wh why? Zoya never stops asking why.

"Lord, you loved me so much, you loved me so much, but why did you take everything from me. There's nothing else you've left out of everything I've ever had. Why God? Did I not deserve it so much. Can I only be friends with hurt and sadness? Why are you punishing me so cruelly, God? Have I ever ignored you?"

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