Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 174: Darren with Ara II

Darren's gaze was fixed on Ara, making the woman lower her gaze. Then pull the chair in front of him. Then he sat down without looking at the man who kept staring at him. The two hands were interlocked, confused as to where to start. Is it about her and her ex-husband, or about her and her husband?

When he was already feeling at the cusp of his heart's dilemma. Ara let out a long sigh, "Ka Tama, I'm actually just the wife of someone's series. I'm not a good woman, as you think."

"You know, I've always believed you. Without you explaining." Darren covered his coffee using a glass mat, then shifted the tray. Then looked at Ara without hesitation. "Ayra, we were separated a long time ago, but you are you. Simple girl with simple dreams."

"Even if you do something out of bounds. Your name, will always support and stay with you. Don't worry, Ayra. Every bad memory will be a spark to make our lives better. So, I'm ready to listen to your whole story." Follow Darren who does not want Ara to feel hopeless and think negatively.

The mixed relief that Ara felt. Really, this is what he always misses. Trust without question. Darren has always been a protective figure who would care for him. Then and today, the stern, straightforward eyes of the man, like a shower of morning dew.

However, his heart already belonged to Bryant. He does not deny, if some hearts are grateful for the return of Darren. But the heart has chosen. Ara let out a long breath again.

"Before that, I'll tell you the beginning. After my sister disappeared, my life was about school and family until one by one Mom and Dad died. Although I was a kara, some time before my father's departure. A young man made me fall in love with his kindness."

Ara's gaze was straight ahead, but not Darren's. Instead of staring at the wall behind the man. The memory fragment seemed to be playing a charade before his eyes. Every event just happened.

"The young man was named Akbar Wijaya. Indigenous oriental face with soft language. Whatever I saw from him. Everything seems perfect, my heart is in love. Ka Tama will be surprised, when all of that is just a ruse."

"We married in the name of love, but in fact I was just a tool for her pleasure. As long as we were married, she never once touched me as a wife. Instead, he was having an affair with my old best friend."

"At the end, Akbar gave away the talaq and sold myself to a lady's house the night. It felt like the sun was falling into my lap. The burning heat in my heart, greeted by an incision that stopped my heartbeat."

The sound of continuous breathing was heard accompanying the woman's story, the wound in the heart with a tearful tale of betrayal. Darren Trus listened without interrupting, let alone trying to say a word. His throbbing heart ignited sparks of anger.

The shaking sound of the heart turned into a pounding pebble that just kept falling on his head. Consciousness to stay calm, just to let Ara release all the burdens of the heart and mind that had been buried. Darren closed his eyes, unable to see the wound from Ara's eyes.

"Life is unique and mysterious. When I thought I'd be a woman of the night. God sent her to make me the wife of Siri. Money is still everything. This raga and soul had already been bought, but instead. I accepted Siri's marriage contract and was ready to become a mother."

"Everything went well. She showed real affection and learned to be a responsible husband. The whole family accepted our relationship without ever taking issue with the status of the past, until that happiness came knocking on our door.

Unknowingly, the clear liquid just flowed. The hot sensation in his eye, constantly rebelling. Free to fight, maybe this will be the last day for both of him and lament the fate that is indeed the destiny of his life.

"I was pregnant, even after the doctor had diagnosed my uterus with problems. I remember how happy everyone was with our future son. Everything went well and there were no significant problems, until that day. Where did you find me, when you had an accident."

"I just found out, if I was never destined to get a husband's love and a child's happiness. It all just becomes a dream. The husband I thought was getting married just for the sake of the heir and would slowly accept my presence and our baby. It was just a false hope."

The man who had initially been calm, had now become restless. The more Ara told a tragic life story. Heart's churning. Angry, furious, sad, hurt and disappointed melt into one. But who would want to vent it all on? Destiny? The god? Or reality?

Can't blame anyone. It was indeed a lifeline that Ara had to cross. If you wish, life will not change. All the rest of the flavor is better to be buried in. Darren got up from his seat, then walked around the table.

The man was no longer able to hold back his emotions. A woman who is always present in her prayers. It is precisely living with so much pressure and leaving destruction that is clearly visible from the look of the woman's eyes.

Darren held the chair where Ara was sitting. The man twisted it, until the two faced each other with eyes so deep. "Tell me. Who's DIA? The man who bought and made my Ayra a child-printing woman."

Ara was stunned by Darren's question. The red eyes on his face were resolute with raised eyebrows. A face of anger that he cannot forget. "Ka Tama, forget ....,"

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...❤💞💓❤💞💓❤💞💓❤💞...

...Afternoon reader's,...

...Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant's...

It's finally gonna be over.

Not today either, though.

Just first notice, 🤭

To my surprise, yesterday someone said the story was too long-winded. 🤔

I can't write, only 5 chapters to finish, 😌🤝

The story if written without plot, many will imitate.

Try shadow, deh.

This is a world of shame, but by no means, not attaining reasonableness.

The problem is being a reader. Some understand religion, some understand social rules, even understand the rules of law.

If the author only wants to have fun, it must be written without finding out what will be said.

Okay, just like that.

I try to be a writer with effort and quality. Even though it is still a learning stage, I still try not to set a bad example that others can do.

The point is, if the story of marriage is made as good as the heart. Legal, but not by religious or state regulations. (Inget, we live in the real world)

😃🙏 #Othoor so vent, yes.