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"Azzam, mama will treat your wounds. So that it doesn't hurt!" melda said worriedly.

"My hands are not as painful as my heart, seeing Vira's cold and sick attitude!" Azzam. Melda took a long breath. Melda looked at the wound of the son.

Nadya was stunned staring at the fragile Azzam. Azzam's real affection for Vira. But his love for Azzam was sincere. When did Nadya love Azzam? One thing is certain, his love for Azzam. Makes him selfish and cruel. Nadya is able to forget her friendship with Vira.

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Azzam ran after Vira. He couldn't stand by accepting Vira's cold attitude. Azzam ran without caring about the cry of Angga and Melda. Worried that both his parents were defeated by Azzam's fear of losing Vira. Even Azzam's blood flowed endlessly, dripping on the marble floor of his house.

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Azzam opened the door of his room, looking for Vira. Azzam spread his gaze to all corners of his room. Azzam was looking for Vira like a lost man. Azzam looks for Vira into the bathroom. No sound from the bathroom. Then Azzam turned to the room where Azzam's wardrobe lined up.

Azzam was sitting in a doldrums, and he saw Vira standing before the Khalik. Vira has not yet had time to pray Isya. Arriving in the room, Vira immediately took ablution and isya prayer. Azzam was limp as he stared at Vira's back. The person he accidentally abandoned.

"Assalammualaikum warrohmatullahhibarakatu!" vira lirih said ending her prayers. Vira raised his hand, offering a sincere prayer to the Khalik. The owner is healthy and sick, the giver of fortune in his life.

Vira finished her prayers and folded back the face she was wearing. Vira's jet black hair is beautiful. Vira took off her hijab in the bathroom. Vira walked out of the room, past Azzam who was leaning against the wall.

"Why brother's hand? You shouldn't hurt yourself. Blood dripping, it won't be able to change!" vira said coldly, then picked up the P3K box. Azzam silently looked at Vira's face. Vira's cold attitude hurt a lot more than the wound on his hand.

Vira is approaching Azzam. Pull Azzam's hand over his lap. Vira cleaned the wound on Azzam's hand, without even looking at Azzam's face. The pain and elimination of Vira, defeating Vira's trauma of Azzam's dripping blood. Vira forgot her fear of blood. Azzam stared fixedly at Vira's flat face. Why is Azzam's fear becoming more and more? Silence and cold Vira was like a gesture before his departure.

"Vira, don't do this to me. Scold me as much as you can, slap me if you need to. But don't be silent about me!" azzam said, Vira was silent. Azzam looked down lethargicly, seeing Vira's silence. His chest felt tight and painful.

"It's over, clean yourself up. I've prepared hot water. After that brother pray isya. I'll rest first!" vira said, then stood up leaving Azzam.

Vira saves the P3K, while taking the pajamas for Azzam. No matter how sick Vira is, she will not forget her responsibilities as a wife. Vira is married to Azzam, which means she is ready to receive any injuries that accompany her.

"Sir Azzam!" greet Vira, Azzam silently lowered his head. Vira's cold attitude shattered his bones. Azzam's body was weakly powerless. Let alone to the bathroom, just stand Azzam as if unable.

"Sir Azzam, why are you silent? It's late at night, go take a shower!" vira said again, Azzam was silent.

"Well, if you don't want to take a shower. I'll sleep outside. Good night brother!" vira said casually, Azzam stood up.

Azzam pulls Vira's body rough. Azzam hears Vira is leaving. Azzam unknowingly pulled Vira's body too hard, until Vira staggered forward. Luckily Azzam immediately held Vira's body. Then hugged Vira's body tightly.

"Don't get away from me!"

"Sister, better take a shower. I need to rest!" vira said, Azzam shook his head not caring about Vira's request.

"I'm not going anywhere? I'm really tired. My heart and body hurt!" vira said softly, then released Azzam's embrace. Vira walked to the bed.

Vira curled up behind the blanket. Azzam was stunned at Vira's cold demeanor. There was no warmth and affection that Vira showed. Azzam resignedly received Vira's anger. At least he's not going anywhere? Azzam went to the bathroom.

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The sound of the bedroom door being knocked. Azzam turned his head astonished to hear someone knocking on his door this late. The clock showed me right at midnight. Usually no one dared to knock on his bedroom door. Azzam does not like to be disturbed, if it has entered the room.

"Just a second!" azzam said softly, Azzam was afraid Vira woke up. Although Vira had not slept, she was pretending to be asleep. Vira could not sleep, she remembered the incident earlier.

Azzam opened the door, his two eyeballs opened perfectly. He saw Nadya standing in front of his room. Azzam wanted to expel Nadya at that time. However Azzam did not want to make a fuss. He was afraid of waking up the sleeping Vira.

"What's wrong?" azzam said cold and ketus.

"I'm just dropping you dinner. Om Angga asked me!" said Nadya while offering a tray of food for Azzam.

"Bring it back, I'm not hungry. Tell your beloved Angga. It's free that you behave well. I'm not marrying you!" said Azzam coldly, Nadya smiled cynically. Without them noticing, Vira stood behind them.

"Eat my brother, Nadya brought it for you. It is not good to refuse the windfall!" sahut Vira, Nadya looked at Vira cynically. Azzam shook his head refusing, he did not want to accept Nadya's kindness.

"I don't need your help. Why are you awake? Are you afraid Azzam's brother will accept it?" said Nadya cynically, Vira shook her head weakly.

"I just want to see your efforts approaching my husband. How much you want to be my husband's wife!" said Vira mocked Nadya, sad Nadya inflamed. He was angry to hear Vira taunting him. Nadya tried to get closer to Vira. Azzam, however, confronted him with his hand. Azzam protects Vira from Nadya's rude attitude.

"Stay away from my room, I'm not hungry. What did Vira say was right? She was my wife, we slept in the same room and bed. Aren't you ashamed of doing all this?" azzam said firmly, Nadya lowered her head in lethargy.

"Azzam, don't be rude. It wasn't Nadya who had to stay away from you, it was ART's son. She doesn't deserve to be your wife. He deserves to wash and iron our clothes in the back. Your room is too big for him. ART room is more suitable for him!" angga said rudely, Azzam was angry to hear Angga's insults.

"Father enough, she's my wife not the ART of this house!" azzam shouted loudly with clenched hands. Melda came to Azzam. Azzam's screams echoed inside the house. Melda was afraid something might happen to Azzam and Angga.

Vira went into the room. He took her mukena and her bag. Vira walks past Azzam and Nadya. Without looking at Azzam, Vira came out of her room.

"Darling!"

"Let go of brother's hand, I must rest. I've been working all day. An ART only has hours of rest. Why don't I have one? I have to work again tomorrow morning. For the rice I eat.. I have to go to college too!" vira said, Azzam shook his head weakly.

"This is your room, rest inside. You don't have to go!" azzam said softly, Vira shook her head weakly. Azzam felt the pain in him. Azzam was worried about thinking about Vira.

Vira turned and pulled Azzam's hand. Poking Azzam's hand on his cheek. Vira's tears wet Azzam's palms. Melda looked down at Vira who was trying hard to accept Angga's rude attitude.

"Sir Azzam, now my eyes are getting tired. My tears are falling from this tiredness. Let me sleep in the back, for the great master to feel relieved. My ears and heart hurt, every time he insulted my mother's work. Rest, I'll sleep in the back!" vira said, Azzam shook his head weakly. Vira didn't care, she kept walking away.

"Darling wait, we're out of this house. Live far away from them. People who never appreciate you!"

"Azzam, don't be crazy. He's just an ART kid, Nadya is much better than him. For her sake you will leave the house!" said Angga Emotion.

"Me and Vira one, I can't live without her!" azzam said firmly.

"Azzam stop!" yelled Angga, Melda cried seeing Azzam leave. Nadya was silent, she saw the love of Azzam who loved Vira so much. Angga chased Azzam, while Azzam pursued Vira.

"Darling, we're leaving!" azzam said while pulling Vira's hand. Azzam takes Vira out of Atmaja's house.

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"Look at what you did, Azzam left his family. Melda cried thinking of Azzam. You heartless woman!" angga said, shortly after slapping Vira.

"Father!" yelled Azzam emotionlessly, Vira holding her cheek. Azzam hugged Vira.

"Let go!" vira shouted while pushing Azzam's body rough.

"Darling!

"Sister Azzam is enough, I beg you enough. I'm tired, my heart hurts. I love you, I love you so much. I'm afraid of losing you, but I'm not as strong as you. I am weak and helpless to withstand the insults of your father. I'm tired, I'm sick!" vira said while cupping her hands, then sitting on the floor. Azzam held back his chest which started to feel tight.

"Darling, wake up!"

"Go away from me, I beg you!" vira said softly, her tears dripping down the marble floor of the magnificent house of the Atmaja family. Vira's body shook violently. Azzam walked backwards, everything had been destroyed unceremoniously. Vira was hurt right in front of him.

"Vira, it's not worth you crying. They are heartless people. Treasure and power blinded their eyes. Your tears are too precious, don't waste them. If you can't afford to be in this house. Go home, you have the right to decide!" fariz said while wearing a jacket to Vira's body.

"Fariz, am I wrong to love your sister!" vira said, while staring at Fariz.

"Your love is not wrong, those who cannot appreciate your sincere love!" fariz said softly, Azzam shook his head in disbelief. Vira was warm to Fariz.

Vira came to Azzam. He pulled Azzam's hand, gently kissing the back of Azzam's hand. Vira's tears dripped down Azzam's hands.

"Sir Azzam, let me leave this house. I'm tired, I want to rest. My head feels heavy, I miss you!" vira said, Azzam was silent.

"Don't go, Azzam will be destroyed without you. Please don't go!" melda said while cupping her hands together. He gave to Vira the happiness of her son.

"Mrs Melda, I will not leave Mr. Azzam. He's my husband, but he's in this house. My body is no longer able, get out of this house with him I can't. Believe me there will be a time when we will be happy!" vira lirih.

"Vira, I've called a taxi!"

"Thank you Fariz!" vira said then disappeared into the night. Azzam walked towards his room.

"Azzam!" shouted Melda anxiously.

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"Azzam!" melda shouted as she ran up to Azzam's room. The sound of the slamming of the door of Azzam's room. Echoing break the silence of the night.

"Viraaaaaa!" yelled Azzam hysterically.

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"You cruel Angga, you have the heart. Your son is ruined in your own hands. You're not careful!" melda said, Angga silently accepted Melda's hatred.

"I'm sorry dear mama, weak mama!" melda said while sticking her hand on the door of Azzam's room.