The Love Nest of the Former

Be threatened

While enduring the pain, Neyla also gripped her husband's arm quite firmly. While Zavan did not show his anger in the slightest in front of the masseuse.

"Aw! pain, aw! well, it hurts, Bi. Aw! it hurts." Neyla choked while gripping her husband's arm, also grimacing in pain as her legs were massaged.

His breath hunting the trough of wild animals, Neyla was stung while enduring his excruciating pain.

"Patience, Non, Patience. It's over soon, Nope." He said so that Neyla relaxed a little and her muscles were not tense.

This time Zavan put his hands together and held them tightly so as not to shout so hysterically. Neyla was silent, not resisting at all.

"Already, Non. Try to be moved, is it a little light?"

The curious Neyla tried to follow the order of the masseuse to move her ankle. Neyla smiled even though there was still some pain.

"Udah is good Bi. But, there's still a little pain, Bi." Neyla answered as she felt.

"Miss can have a drink first, Auntie will continue her leg massage." Her speech.

Zavan responsively, he immediately grabbed the drinking water nearby. Then he gave it to his wife.

"Here, drink. From earlier you were screaming, afraid your throat is dry." Zavan said as he offered a glass of drinking water to his wife.

Neyla took it, and drank it.

"Thank you" he answered and offered his glass with half his water.

After that, Neyla's legs back in order to recover from the pain immediately, and the legs are already swollen.

Zavan himself was still holding his wife's arm, afraid of screaming hysterically. With great care Neyla's legs were sorted, that is, not to be mistaken.

"It seems like it already is, Miss. Try moving again, if it still hurts don't force it." Her speech.

Neyla nodded and tried to be moved again according to the advice of her masseuse slowly.

Her smile was clearly visible on both corners of her lips. The pain that was unable to stand, now to be moved is quite mengingan.

"I can try to stand up, right, Bi?" neyla asked for permission first.

"By, please, Miss." The answer.

Neyla was initially helped by her husband to stand up. After that, both hands were released. Slowly Neyla tried to move her legs.

"Yes, it's healing. Bi, I can walk." Said Neyla who was so excited when her feet could walk even though they had to slow down. Then Neyla sat down on the edge of the bed.

Zavan himself noticed it, but did not make any sound.

"Finally Miss can walk, Auntie took a look at it. But, Non, still have to be careful. You just sorted, afraid later Miss forgot." He said, Neyla nodded.

"Yes Bi, thank you very much Bi, it's been sorted by my feet." Answer Neyla.

"Because it's not as painful as before, I want to go straight home yes, Mister, Miss. You see, at home there is a promise that there will be people who want to massage too." Said goodbye.

"Thank you very much, Bi. About the payment, there's a house assistant waiting for Aunt below." Answer Zavan.

"Thank you a lot, Bi. He healed my feet. Auntie be careful to go home." Timpal Neyla spoke.

"Yes, Miss, you're welcome. Then excuse me." He said back home.

Neyla and Zavan both agree. After that, Neyla now lives with her husband in the room. Neyla was silent again.

Because he remembered if he was forbidden to sleep or sit on the bed owned by her husband, chose to move places, namely on the sofa.

"Where are you going?" zavan asked as he watched his wife rise from her sitting position on the bed.

"I'm gonna sit on the couch, I'm gonna take some medicine." The answer.

"Will take the medicine when you have breakfast. I'm gonna take a shower, you're not going anywhere, okay. Don't worry you're sick, want to be made a weapon with you, don't expect." Zavan said with a warning.

"Why don't you just kill me, let's just be satisfied with everything." Neyla replied, who was so angry with the treatment of her husband.

Zavan smirked, and approached his wife who was already standing.

"You think that, killing you the problem will be over? ha! no. gabe. My goal is to make you suffer. Not only will your physique feel the pain, the disappointment, but your soul will I make more than I used to feel, remember that." Zavan said as he lifted his wife's chin.

Neyla was silent when she heard the words from her husband. Zavan himself went straight to the bathroom to clean himself, having to go to work.

Still feeling pain in her ankle, Neyla decided to sit on the sofa.

'I need to get out of this house, no matter what. I won't let Zavan torture me. Anyway I have to get out of this goddamn house.' Her inner self had plans to escape from her husband's house.

It didn't take long, Zavan had finished his bath, and was wearing a change of clothes. Neyla was sitting on the sofa.

"Hunting, you're taking a shower, because I'd hate to see you look so disheveled." Said Zavan while buttoning his shirt.

Neyla initially wanted to refuse, but it was impossible to continue arguing. So finally got up from his sitting position carefully so as not to fall, even though his legs were able to walk.

While waiting for his wife to finish the bath, Zavan busied himself in his study. Zavan finds a photo in his study, directly grabbed by it.

"Women like her don't deserve me to love, let alone defend. Now that he's gone from my memory, there's no need for me to remember him anymore." He said softly and threw it into the trash.

The time that has shown hours for breakfast, quickly to clean up the files that he will bring to the office.

Not wanting to come late because there would be an important meeting with someone regarding cooperation, Zavan immediately got ready.

When he entered the room, a scent that so pierced into his nose cavity, making Zavan turned to his gaze towards his wife who was combing his hair.

"Today you don't have to go to the office, just at home. Also, just be careful if you run away from this house, you will suffer the consequences, remember that." Said Zavan who could not be separated to give a threat to his wife.

Neyla reversed her position, and now looked at her husband.

"My feet are light, and I can walk, seriously." Reply Neyla who still wants to go to the office.

"Don't argue. Just follow what I said. The more you dare to argue, I won't hesitate to torture you, understand." Zavan said not to forget to threaten his wife.

Neyla herself could only recite and say what her husband said. Looking for a safe point, he thought.