The Little Wife of Arsen

Chapter 52: The Meeting of Returns

Hi all. Today will double up yes. because yesterday I disappeared 🤭.

want to remind do not forget LIKE first this chapter yes..

another one, reminiscent of Alea's age is only early 20 years, so it is still unstable.

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The sound of rain made Alea open her eyes slowly. Rain still fell behind the open window, clouds still seemed to struggle in pitch black hanging in the sky as if telling the inhabitants of the earth if the rain would not stop until night greeted them with cold. Behind the curtains that were blown away by the wind, Alea saw a collection of cigarette smoke flying after being exhaled by the figure of a man standing while staring at the rain out there.

Her look looked messy from the last Alea saw. The shirt that was usually put in the pants, now half sticking out. Hair also looks so messy as if it is rarely exposed to comb strokes lately. And what makes Alea know if the man is as bad as the bare feet that do not rest on sandals or socks. Indeed this is at home, but during his life together, Arsen will usually always use footwear, never the soles of the feet in direct contact with the floor.

Let it go, Alea doesn't want to talk to that guy. He will keep pretending to sleep until Arsen is bored and chooses to go home. Judging from the man who touched the cigarette but never done before, surely Arsen was getting tired of waiting for him to wake up.

Before his eyes came back he closed. Alea stared at the picture of her parents, which was very large and was mounted straight with the bed. Inexplicably Alea felt the smiles of her parents now seemed to be not so sincere, as if forced so that Alea did not feel too guilty. Guilty of being one of the daughters-in-law of the family who took the lives of both.

From the pictures of his parents, Alea's view now turns to the wedding photos of himself and Arsen who was placed on the floor leaning against the wall, his position just below the photos of his parents. Alea shouldn't have put it there. He should never have intended to display it right next to a picture of his late family.

Although everything was still so gray for him, but in fact this second he began to carry Marinka's words. Seeing the condition of Arsen's mas, made him believe more if what was said by his cousin was the truth.

Then, question. What if that is a fact?

What if it turns out that it was the Yudhistira family who hit their car first?

What if until this moment also her husband's family still buried the reality that exists.

And everything else that made Alea unconscious if the figure of the man who had been smoking a tobacco roll had now turned around and looked at him.

"Hi" said Arsen, turning off the cigarette in his hand and then thrown into the nearest garbage can.

Alea did not answer that greeting. He turned his back to Arsen, who was still standing near the balcony door.

"Drink first yuk de. After that you eat yes" convinced yourself, Arsen walked closer around the bed to be able to face his wife. Sitting at the bedside to help the wife sit down to drink, but her hands were strongly rejected by Alea who again changed position until Arsen could only see her wife's back wrapped in a thick blanket.

"You fainted because you haven't eaten for sure deck. Eat yes, make porridge. Yes, although mas sure, this porridge is not as good as your cooking"

There was no reply from his wife. Arsen instead found Alea covering the entire body with a blanket. Thereupon came the sound of crying that sliced through Arsen's heart as Alea's small body began to tremble violently.

Arsen got up from his seat then walked towards the window. Closing the window until the sound of rain from outside no longer sounded as loud as before.

"Sorry, I just found out you don't like the rain from bi Ina" after which Arsen chose to walk out of the room. Leaving the crying Alea grew louder as the sound of the door closed.

The feeling of tightness that had disappeared due to fainting earlier, now back crept up to smother his chest. Either despite crying dozens of times, his tears just kept coming out even no tired at all. Alea's physique was already tired but his heart forced him to let out all the burdens present with a cry.

Why did all this have to happen to him?

Why does Arsen have to come when the soul shakes like now?

Why does loving a man hurt so much?

One thing Alea was afraid of was because the existing tightness would make him take a wrong step and create sadness like a hell of the world for his future life.

Waving the blanket and staring back at the photos of his parents. Alea regretted that she should have just died that time too. He should not have hugged his body tightly to protect it. He should have taken his life that night. But again, destiny is not the will of man. Everyone has been given their own destiny line.

Closing her eyes, Alea needed to sleep now. Resting his physique, soul and mind were so chaotic these days.

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