That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

The more anger, the greater the love

After cleaning himself in the restroom, Mayang stepped slowly closer to the husband who was lying on the bed. With a sloping position back to his wife, it looks once if Brian is trying to avoid. He closed his eyes even though he was still awake.

Looping her left hand around her husband's waist from behind, Mayang hoped the man in white pajamas would react as usual. But just flinching not even though Mayang has fumbled his chest.

"Honey , are you asleep?" Mayang whispered softly right in Brian's ear, then his tiny lips moved to kiss the niche of her husband's neck. Somewhat long, while lamenting the masculine aroma that comes out gently from the stocky body is indeed soothing, to make it feel at home for a long time.

Seeing the husband who did not respond at all Mayang actually smiled gently. The woman wearing the kimono lingerie then tightened her arms and leaned her head over her husband's head and glued her left cheek with Brian's right cheek that was still silent and closed tightly.

"You can be angry with me. You can be upset with me. Because I know, the more angry you are, the greater your love for me." Mayang did not get tired of talking even though the husband did not respond to him.Did not feel upset too, because he had predicted this would happen.

Since their return, Brian has shown this anger. Naturally, no man would be willing for his wife to be fed. Especially to the mavic troupe who are cruel and have no feelings.

Tonight they have held a secret meeting with the authorities to negotiate a secret mission, in which Mayang will give himself up as bait. But all of it has been planned so mature, so they believe Mayang will not be hurt by this.

Mayang itself already feels ready and confident to do this cooperation. There was no doubt in his heart. There was no fear from his eyes. Everything he does for his responsibility. But happy ideals that trigger it to immediately end everything.

But in contrast to Brian, the man even showed an attitude of blatant rejection. The man who had never had fear before had to be faced with overwhelming fear. He deliberately had to let go of the wife who was pregnant with his future son and let them go under the grasp of the mavs.

Just thinking about that alone makes him feel crazy, then what would it be like if later it had really lived it?

But his loud protest meant nothing if the wife had wanted it. Can only swallow the pain and give up in the decision of feeling. Wrapped in submission.

Brian really felt alone in the crowd. Nobody cares, nobody understands their feelings. Even his own wife actually deliberately endanger himself and his fetus. Just because of the damn sense of accountability that now disturbs their composure.

Some time ago in a secret place. With reddened eyes and a sharp obstruction Brian got up from his seat. Jaw tightening while both hands clenched firmly full of anger, Brian did not accept with consensus has been achieved.

Feeling himself was not considered Brian was moving away from the room with a heart filled with anger. He was angry at everything in there. He was angry at the men in high-ranking uniforms and the many stars that were pinned on his official uniform. He was angry at Billy and the father who did not accept his protest attitude. Even he was also angry at the wife who was so loved because he did not hear the screams of his heart.

"They're all savages!" Brian's agonizing screams echoed down the hallway in the silent passage, followed by the sound of punches as he lay his raw fist against the innocent wall.

The pair of eyeballs watching not far from there could not help but hold back as his heart ached like it was being crushed by thousands of stones. Mayang who had been filled with tears immediately scattered and embraced the body of her husband who was sitting on the floor.

"Go from here!" not getting a reply to his embrace, it was a strong push of Brian's arm that dumped him without feeling, until the slender body of Mayang fell backward.

The sound of strangulation escaped Mayang's lips as his body hit the floor violently, triggering Brian to turn towards him.

Brian's heart was like in the rusty dagger when he realized he had hurt his wife even without intention. Soon he got up and approached the body with tears on his cheek. The embrace of the slender body with two lives was full of regret into his arms. Both are sobbing in silence. Crying in the arms. Love each other but have different thoughts.

Somewhat long they were washed away in a warm but heartbreaking atmosphere, until the distinctive rancid smell of blood was inhaled by Mayang's nasal cavity which then made the girl forced to break their embrace. Hurriedly he grabbed two hands with bloodstains still seeping from within.

Gaped and back sobbing, seeing the wound makes Mayang's chest feel tight. The more bothered when hit by the overwhelming guilt. Then he looked at the face of the husband with a thousand regrets that were buried from his wet netra.

"Darling you're hurt" she exclaimed in a clenched voice between her sobs.

"This wound means nothing compared to the invisible wound of my heart." Reply Brian with a striking tone, which increasingly makes Mayang more overwhelmed with guilt.

The bloody hand that was originally held was now turned around to hold. Again trying to convince her to think about it again. Hoping for his steadfastness to falter as their happiness returns to wake him up.

A little squeeze from Brian's fingers on his wife's fingers as the two netra they met each other in a soft cry. "Dear please, tell them you canceled everything. There's still time to derail, honey, I beg you

.... Think of our happiness. Think about your safety and that of our baby. I'd be crazy if I left you .... Tell them. Tell Dad and Billy. Tell those officers. Tell me you don't want to do it, I beg ..." with tears full of sadness Brian said in a tone full of supplication. If only he could be replaced, then he wanted to replace his wife's role with anything. He even willingly gave up his life.

Shaking his head slowly, the cry of Mayang increasingly sedu sedan. "I can't. It's my duty, honey, I can't run away from this."

Bemoan. Even the tears still flowed from Brian's blind corner, wetting the pillow with a soft white glove as the wrapper. The hand wrapped in bandages was then clenched until the blackish-red stain seemed to stain the white color of the bandage.

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