That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Pretending not to know

A middle-aged man was walking towards his room with a glass of water in his hand. Sitting on the lip of the bed, he thrust the glass along with a few grains of medicine to his wife who was sitting selonjoran.

A warm blanket patterned with flowers covers all parts of his legs until it touches the waist. The middle-aged woman looked pale, with a thin body that barely stayed bone.

"Drink my wife" said the man of medium stature as he brought the pills and capsules to her lips, intending to help her. But the wife turned her face and shook her head slowly.

The pale, weak face looked tired and bored every day had to swallow drugs that actually could not change the situation. In the pain felt, it was not the bitter pill granules that could cure him. But it was the presence of the daughter that was awaited as an antidote to her grief.

"My wife," the man named Sulaiman Jamil sighed softly as his wife again refused to take her medicine. "Drink, honey."

"What I need is not medicine, my husband. But our daughter!" reply to the woman named Laksmi was full of emphasis. Her eyes looked at her husband full of anger.

Desperate, Jamil put the glass and the medicine on the nightstand. He knows persuading his woman is not easy. Lazy to argue, he chose to give up. Moving closer, she hugged the woman lovingly. That was all he could do to temper his wife's emotions.

"Deliver!" Laksmi. He tried to break away, refusing the husband to embrace him. But her weak body seemed to have no power to do her intention, until her tears broke in her husband's arms.

There is nothing more painful for a man than to see the suffering of a wife. But what power, he has already given an ultimatum to the princess to go home with her husband.

Not without the reason he did it. With Milly returning home with Billy, it is proof that their marriage is happy and loving. But until now, both of them have not shown signs if they will go home and show evidence.

There was no sound, but the clear grain of the net that began to age was enough to show that Jamil was so hurt. His right hand moved to rub the hair of the wife who was smeared with love. "I'm sure he'll come" he said then with conviction. It was as if he was reciting an indisputable oath.

"Are you not tired of saying that every day?!" Laksmi withdrew, then looked at her husband with sadness. "I'm tired of hearing it. You always said your daughter was okay. But why would my instincts as her birth mother say something different?" he continued with a tone he deliberately raised.

Running out of words, Jamil chose to throw away his face. Avoiding seeing his wife. No, that's what he feels now. Either until when he had to lie, and give false hope to his beloved wife.

"Why silence? Are you getting tired of lying to me?" grinning Laksmi underestimates. Staring at her husband full of pleas, her hands moved to grip the collar of the shirt her husband was wearing as if he was threatening. "I just want to see our daughter a little bit. A moment is okay! Is my request too great for you to be too burdensome for you!" Laksmi shook the frozen body of her husband with a sobbing cry. "If he doesn't want to go home, can't you take me there so I can hold him? But why do you seem to be covering her situation from me? Why, Dad? Why!" Laksmi shook her husband's body again, but the man was still reluctant to open his voice.

Satisfied to vent anger that did not even get a response, Laksmi also sobbed. Release the grip on the collar of the husband with rough, before then lay down with the position of the body turned back to the husband.

"Darling," Jamil with teary eyes tried to persuade his wife. His hand moved touching Laksmi's skinny shoulder, but got a hard pat from the woman.

"Leave me alone." flat, but Laksmi's orders seemed to not want to hear rejection.

Stepping down the stairs, Jamil's attention was fixed on the door that sounded knocked from outside.

"Let me open, sir." a woman wearing a negligee immediately stepped closer to the door. The housekeeper in the two-story house turned the door handle after opening the lock.

"Milly's sister!" the call of the middle-aged woman managed to make Jamil stop his steps towards the middle room. The middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock. Curiously, he took a quick step towards the living room only to be sure of what he had just heard.

Jamil's body was immediately transfixed to find his house assistant hugging a girl he believed was the princess at the door, especially with two large suitcases on his side but without a husband who accompanies him.

***

"Milly promised, will not leave Mom again." still with sobs, Milly said confidently. Trying to convince the middle-aged woman who had not let go of his embrace.

The two look calmer after passing the drama that drained tears by the first encounter both after a long separation. The happy cry of the two broke out in the longing that was stirring.

Jamil who stood in the doorway speechless witnessed the euphoria of the happiness of his two women even with tears. Either she should feel sad or just feel happy to see her daughter back but without a husband. Somehow he felt a bad feeling with the arrival of Milly who impressed suddenly.

***

Billy who had returned after leaving, did not find Milly again in his apartment. The girl really left him. He didn't even leave any of his belongings. Leave the items and clothes that Billy provides and leave the unlimited card that Billy has given. As if he wanted to leave no trace of it.

Turning to the next room, where the place had been ravaged like a broken ship, Billy who was plunging his fingers into the pocket of his pants seemed to observe every corner of the room.

He deliberately set mines to strengthen the security of all those stored there. Unexpectedly, the trap actually attacked his own wife.

Touching the half-dry blood marks on the floor with a shard of glass, there was a trace of regret on his jade face. He saw his girl hurt. But he did not want to give false hope by helping her. To him, pretending not to know it was better for now. Go and get away, rather than hurt by seeing her tears.

"Bring a special janitor to my apartment to clean up the mess that's going on here" the command line popped out of Billy's lips at someone across the phone.

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