That Cute Woman is my wife

Akemi's Heart Voice.

Akemi POV's.

My eyes were closed when the sweat soaked my forehead. Before long I felt my skin as if it were separated from its flesh. Where the body of the woman I was holding tight, suddenly had to move away. My eyes began to open and watch over that slender body. He walked very carefully without looking at me. Of course my heart was curious about my woman's departure. Where's he going in the third tonight? does he want to worship? but seeing his condition, it felt impossible.

My heart is curious, my soul is struggling. I finally decided to follow where the foot of the ladder was pointing my woman's shoulder away. I walk like a real stalker. No sound at all. Even my breath had to be stuck at the base of my throat, so that my woman could not see me behind her.

My eyes kept watching where my wife was going, until she came to the next room. I saw Shella standing on the balcony of the room, looking at the dark sky. That night there were no stars, only the sound of the moans of the rain accompanying the silence of the night.

I looked at my wife who was silent for ten minutes. What made him quiet and comfortable looking at the dark sky? could he be tired? or maybe I've been making her sick because of the long struggle we've been doing? but I don't think so, we both enjoyed the paradise of the world. There was no rejection, and no rebellion. Shella's body language also wants the union of two longing bodies.

Maybe I was too worried about my wife. It was possible that he just wanted to enjoy his breezy breeze a third of the night. I began to lead my feet to step away from the place where my wife was silent. However, before my feet managed to step, I finally heard the sound of a bitter stuffing coming from my wife's mouth.

"Shella's crying? wh why? does he miss his mother? or does he regret this marriage? or is he just remembering the bitter past? and grateful for the current situation? I don't know, but it felt like stuffing it like saying something else. Like.. guilty? does Shella feel guilty? but who is the same?

Long time I was playing around with my own mind, Shella started to sound while crying bitterly. This time it was a deep cry of regret.

"So shela's really regretting something? but what?" I monologue and play puzzles in my mind.

Shortly after, Shella monologued, that she had not been able to open her heart to be closer to me. I don't know why, I didn't hear it all. However, I can be sure, if that love starts to grow in Shella's heart. It's just, there's something holding her heart back from expressing that love to me. Butwhat?

And then my woman called out the name of a stranger in the ear.

"Abrahim? who her? is she the ex-girlfriend of Shella who was two months ago with her in tears on the streets? is she the reason why Shella hasn't been able to express her love to me? was she the reason why Shella had turned quiet over these few days? was she the reason that Shella received the rejection and humiliation of the world? did she take part in my wife's suffering? or maybe Shella still loves him? no way, it's impossible." So many thoughts began to grow in my mind. The thought seemed to be playing around in my fragile little brain.

Is there no place in Shella's heart for me? has he not been able to accept my love all this time? is that the man in Shella's life?

Nah! that's not possible. Shelle is a different woman. She could not betray her husband. Once again I can feel Shella loving me. Even when I asked for my rights as a husband, he never refused. Only a red hue adorned his timid face. In fact we really enjoyed climbing the mountain, passing through the valley together.

My heart was getting rippled, pinched, and wounded. When I finally found out the fact, that Shella wanted to express her love to me only when she got an apology from the man I didn't want to call her name.

Nah! I can't be selfish. I have to give Shella time to heal her fragile heart. I should be able to wait until that time comes. He would say, "I love you so much my husband." And if that time comes, I will spread my hand and hold it in my arms. I must not create distance between us, just because of the hallucinations I have. Shella is innocent in this. He was just too fragile with his heart broken.

I will erase any distance that stretches between us. That distance slowly dissipated, if I decided to plant trust in Shella. I finally decided to trust my wife. She is my woman, my soul mate. I would do anything for her happiness. Even if I have a thousand years to wait for the answer of love. I'm willing, I'm really ready for any eventuality that's going to happen. However, one is certain. Shella is all mine this one. It's possible that there's a little Akemi who's keeping her womb right now. Little Akemi is what will strengthen our relationship. That little Akemi, who will be the reason for my struggle if disaster comes later.

I want to touch my wife's fragile body. He was still crying bitterly. His body was weakly slumped on the floor. He smothered both knees while crying bitterly. If fate had brought us together sooner, there would have been no reason to cry out for regret. There are only happy cries. Until the hands can no longer hold. The feet can no longer stand. Mouth can no longer speak, and until time swallowed by time, and ended with death closed eyes.

To be continued.

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