She's Wife In Dream

Traitorous Man

Harjunot scratched his nape that did not itch because of wrong behavior. Kafka pulls Arsy's hand closer.

"Sorry Brother! For the behavior my sister did. I hope something like this doesn't happen again!" kafka said a forced smile. To reduce the awkwardness that occurs.

"Em ..sorry excuse me!" said Harjunot left the brothers.Arsy just looked down because he felt guilty and ashamed everything melted into one.

'Lord, why is time on their side? Why time gives both a chance. They will not be together. Lordy! Please strengthen and strengthen my brother's heart to accept a fateful reality' Kafka's inner self pensively thought about how his sister felt.

'One sure word, My sister is now Devastated' Inner Kafka.

"When have you been here?" Arsen asked in a heavy voice.

Kafka was silent, he remembered how he could get to the kitchen. When Arsy walked into the kitchen Kafka just got out of the elevator. There was a shrill cry in his ears. The young man immediately ran towards the kitchen. But it was too late when he tripped on his own feet. Until the moment he reached the kitchen door, he heard the sound of people sighing.

A voice he should not have heard, an eye that should not have stared at the wrong thing. But if he does not catch them immediately, his sin will be even greater.

"It doesn't matter!" he answered while opening the refrigerator.

"Drink!" Kafka thrusts a glass at Arsy to make his sister feel calm.

"We're going to the room now!" Kafka holds Arsy's hand.

After arriving at his brother's private room. The young man dropped his body on the bed. Arsy sat down and lowered his face.

Kafka closed his eyes, closing his arms. At the age of thirteen years, he was told to understand the complexity of the love story. The love story of the brother with his Papa's best friend, whose incident is married.

While Arsy pensively remembered the incident ten minutes ago. The woman hit her lips repeatedly. Closing both ears. As if I don't want to remember what happened ten minutes ago. Where his lips rest on the shoulder of a man who is not his muhrim. And the ear that hears the voice of the man that he loves. I don't know why Arsy was so disgusted at the thought of what he was doing. Even though he did not intentionally do that.

"I'm disgusted hi ..hiks!" Arsy rubbed his neck against Harjunot's.

Kafka who heard the cry, swiftly he awoke from his fall.

"Gross ..hi!"

"Dadies! Ayy! Don't blame yourself, okay! This was not intentional! So it's not all Ayi's fault!" Kafka held his sister's shoulder.

"But still it's over the limit!" Arsy then ran to the bathroom.

The woman brushed her teeth repeatedly. His teeth still felt how he bit Harjunot's shoulder.

Arsy closed his eyes, as if he wanted to remember something. Now his brain has turned the recording of the incident in the kitchen. Until the incident bit the shoulder of his Papa friend. Arsy opened his eyes looking at the reflection of his face.

"I bit him on the neck!"

Arsy closed his eyes again. Make her tears melt again.

...***...

Meanwhile, Harjunot opens the guest room door. He locked it slowly. Looking up at his sleeping wife curled up. Now his heart seemed to be scratched by a sharp dagger. A traitor he just did. Betrayal through physicality, she recalled how she enjoyed the love of other women. He deserves to be called a Traitor. That's what Harjunot had in mind. He could not bear to see his wife destroyed because of her actions just now. And what if his wife finds out. If he harbors a little feeling for other women.

The sky is afraid if he is all right. It rained very hard last night. Makes his boss worry about himself and his wife.

Harjunot walks towards the bathroom, he enters while opening his t-shirt. Then throw it in all directions. Harjunot looked at the reflection of his face. How surprised he was when he found a sign that should not exist.

Slowly Harjunot touched his neck with his hands. He closed his eyes, a single tear slid down his cheek. Tears describe the helplessness of a Harjunot. His clenched hand hit the sink.

"I'm sorry Fit! I-i'm sorry! I'm not a good man. People would rather call me a traitor not knowing myself!" His teeth were grinding as if he was furious with himself.

"The man who does not know himself!"

"The less grateful man!"

"The man who forgets who he really is."

"Baj*ngan guy I met for the first time. It's myself!" Harjunot berate himself.

Harjunot did just that, remembering how bren*he was. Who dares to betray his wife. Harjunot does not accept if his heart betrays his wife.

He loved his wife so much. But why in his heart there is also a little love for women other than his wife.

"What's the less good God, to you Not? He gave a wife as good as Fitri, why would you betray her?"

"The fit! I promise you! I will make you fill my heart completely. No other woman has the right to fill my heart but my wife!" A promise Harjunot made to his wife.

"I will try to remove this feeling from my heart! My wife filled it! I don't need another woman!" Harajunot pulled her hair in frustration.

The man decided to take a shower. Carrying a shower, Harjunot soaps every inch of his body. Particularly on her neck, she rubbed many times. I hope there's a miracle of God, a sign he hates will disappear after it's washed.

The man seemed to have lost his chastity. A lot of people talk, if women have to keep themselves holy. So why is it not in the dictionary of men.

"How is this possible, I look after myself for my wife. But why am I missing! I'm sorry Fit, because I can't give my body this, for the first time to you!" Regretfully.

...***...

Harjunot came out of the bathroom with a fresh face. He walked towards his wife who was still curled up. One sweet kiss was given by Fitri, as a redeemer for his sins and mistakes.

"Gum!" Fitri shiny because he felt something attached to his lips. The woman tried to blink her eyes.

Harjunot smiled sweetly because of his wife's behavior.

"Mas Arjunot! Null ah!" he said while wiping his mouth.

"Let your own wife!" Harjunot wants to forget what happened in the kitchen. Only by tempting his wife might it be possible to forget things that must be forgotten.

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