THE PEBINOR

Chapter 9 - THE PEBINOR

In the evening, Melisa wants to talk with her husband, she serves a cup of coffee, also fried bananas as when serving Arvin this morning.

"Bag.."

"Hmm, what?" Dion asked ketus, not one bit he looked at his wife. The man was focused on playing mobile phones, whether what he was doing or watching.

"Tadi Bu RT ngajakin arisan, Mas."

"So, you want to follow?" Asked Dion again, this time he put his phone on the table and took a piece of fried banana and ate it slowly because it was still warm.

"If Mas ngizinin, I want to follow."

"How many months is it?" 

"Not monthly, Mas. But pay her weekly, twenty-five thousand a week, Mas." Obviously Melisa, even though she was surprised by her husband.

"Just two, let's get 50 grand a week."

"Good, Mas. But will that price be cut from my shopping money, Mas?" Ask Melisa lirih.

"Yes, of course. So you have to be able to save, I give you a hundred thousand dollars a day for shopping, your printers." Dion answered, then sipped his coffee.

"All right, Mum."

"But remember, I want to eat meat, fish, or shrimp. You know it, and you have to put it in."

"Then, I go with her aja aja Mas? Fear not enough." Melisa. 

"Ckk, waster." Cibir Dion smiled cynically, then went back to playing his phone again. Did he realize that his words made his wife's heart hurt? As he was not, Dion was the most selfish man.

"Can't make money, it's just a splurge." 

Melisa couldn't stand it, she went to the room without answering anything. Really for whatever sake, she was tired of being treated like this by her own husband. Should he give up?

The woman closed her bedroom door, also locked her. Let the man banging on the door later, he can sleep in the back room anyway. Melisa sat on the side of the bed, she stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror. 

"I'm not so ugly, but why was Dion never grateful to have me?" Murmuring Melisa, she wiped the melted tears on her cheeks.

"Do I not deserve to be happy? His sense of futility alone I survived for three years, but what do I get? Nothing at all but humiliation." Mumbled again.

"Open the door, Melisa!" Shouted Dion while banging on the room door. Like his man did not care even though his voice sounded up to the neighboring house. 

Because she could not stand it, Melisa finally opened her door. When the door opened, Dion already showed his angry face.

Plakkc..

The man's hand floated slapping Melisa's right cheek, making the woman's pretty face stagger to the side. Not stopping there, the man grabbed Melisa's long hair to make her face look up.

"How dare you, huh? Women don't know themselves." Hardik Dion while pushing his wife's body to the floor. The woman was crying, but did not dare to resist. Because the more he fights, the more brutal the man will torture him.

"Enough, Mom. You've hurt me so much!"

"Enough you say? Heh, I will never feel enough to do this to you, Melisa! To me, you are a shit-carrying woman." Her snapping, made Melisa look up with a face filled with tears. But does Dion care? Not at all. The man was blinded by mounting emotions, just as he was about to enter the room, the door was locked from the inside. 

The problem is trivial, but Dion is a temperamental man, he doesn't like to wait for anything.

"Then, why don't you just give me back to my parents, Mom?"

"Never, do you think you can get away from me? No, Melisa!" Firmly Dion while grinning. Without mercy, Dion pulled Melisa's hand, causing her small body to be dragged on the floor. Dion took her to the bathroom and flushed her with cold water. Melisa's body immediately shivered, but again Dion did not care.

"Mas, in-gin.." Lirih Melisa's.

"I don't care, I want you to die even if I don't care." Answer Dion. The man came out of the bathroom after being content to torture his own wife. 

While Melisa was crying over her own fate, why was she this miserable? This marriage was not his fault either.

"Mama, I'm tired Ma. I should never have married that man, I'm sick Ma." Melisa muttered, she cried while calling out to her mother. But very dear, her own mother who put her into the lion's cage. He had already asked the woman who had given birth to him for help, but his answer hurt him greatly.

'Just go ahead with your marriage to Dion, don't bother me anymore. You are just a burden to me!' 

The words that came out of the woman's mouth still ring in her memory, let alone Dion, her own mother was so evil to her. But where did the mistake lie? Born into this world is also not his desire, if possible he will not be born if he knows his life will be filled with suffering that seems endless.

While Arvin, he was working on some work on his laptop, but he instead misfocused with the sound of screaming coming from the house next door. 

"What the hell is yelling malem-malem gini?" His mutter, but again his curious soul thrashed, finally he came out of his house and eavesdropped near the dim fence. Anyone would not think that there are people in that place, because the lighting is lacking.

"Mas, it hurts quite a bit.." The voice of the woman who Arvin believed was Melisa's voice. But from his voice, it sounded like he was crying.

"Why is that Melisa?" Arvin murmured, boldly approaching and peeking out of the window, at that moment he clenched his hands when he saw the man was torturing Melisa viciously.

Her reddened eyes held in anger, wanting her to break down the door and pull the man's hand from Melisa's body, but what would others think of her later, he still thought about all that to the point of undoing his intentions.

"Sir Melisa, my God, I can't stand to see you treated like that." Both eyes of Arvin glazed, the heart of the man hurt the woman who is his own wife.

That night, Arvin couldn't close his eyes for a second. Her thoughts filled with Melisa, seeing the woman was treated so badly, made her keep thinking, let alone her cries that sounded so bitter.

"Like her, this isn't the first time the man has physically hurt her. Her cries sounded so bitter." 

He did not expect that the man he valued well enough was so light-handed to hurt his wife, put his hand on his own body. Gosh, not to mention the man's words that always touched on the appearance of his wife, definitely not only physically sick, but also her inner self. 

Really, he's not out of thought with a guy named Dion. Though Melisa if at the cost, surely she will be as beautiful as a Korean actress. While the man, basically, is stingy and calculating, even though his face is also not as handsome as Lee Jong-suk, she should be grateful Melisa wants to survive with an honorary teacher with income that can be said to be lacking.

"Well, you're the one who wasted your wife. So, don't blame me for taking your wife." 

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