The sanctity of Love

93

"If time could be repeated again I wouldn't waste this six months to go with you. Tell me what to do to get your apology." Lirih Erfan, peeping long Hira. Channeling the longing that has been stifled for months.

"Shut up, I'm sleepy." Hira said coldly ignoring the ravings of the husband. A wounded heart is difficult to treat. Instead of being angry to respond to his wife who was gluttonous, Erfan rubbed Hira's lips gently with his thumb.

"Mas!" Hira took Erfan's hand away from her lips and turned around. Not short of reason the man hugged the wife tightly.

"I'm tired, don't bother. Take your girlfriend there." Hira snapped away Erfan's hand that was coiled around his waist.

Not caring for his angry wife Erfan was getting closer. Easing the distance between the two. He could not bear to miss.

Hira slammed into Erfan's hand which was increasingly moving him. He got up from the bed, his head getting dizzy now. The man stared intently at the wife who was away.

Hira can not be invited to play softly. All right, Erfan's gonna take out his dark side. He does not accept rejection at a time like this.

"You can appreciate no husband, huh." Erfan snapped, pulling Hira's hand to slam him on the bed. Hira closed her eyes taking a breath to calm herself down. Try not to cry now. Pain is treated like this.

"This is what you want." The man took off his shirt, blocking Hira's body forcibly. "How is this what you want?" Hira was silent, still with her eyes closed. Trying to stay calm, Erfan's voice was filled with anger.

Hira did not respond to Erfan who cupped his lips. A drop of clear grain finally fell down as well. She could not stand the treatment of her husband. Hira is better divorced than treated like a cheap woman.

The woman lay weak still wrapped in a blanket. After Erfan finished his wish violently. Hira pretended to sleep, her head was heavy but her eyes could not sleep.

Erfan rubbed his huffed face looking at the stitches in his wife's stomach. "Dear, don't make Mas mad at gini." He took Hira in his arms. "Bring yuk yuk honey, just go to bed." Erfan took his wife to the bathroom.

"Sorry, sorry." Only sorry can Erfan say after becoming a bej*t man earlier. He can't help himself. Hira was still faithfully silent, but still in silence.

Erfan helps Hira get dressed and dries her hair. There was no dresser there, the man still left the wife who did not want to talk. After finishing, Erfan went to the bathroom.

Hira laid her body back. "Goh." He took a few deep breaths and exhaled slowly. But his heart was not relieved. Stiffness still accumulates in the lungs, demoing them together.

The crying could not be held back anymore, the tears just flowed without being commanded. Hira does not want to be a weak woman, but this pain can not be avoided.

The sound of sobbing reached Erfan's ears. The man felt even more guilty. He came instead of treating the wound and made a new wound for his wife.

"Sweety, is anyone sick?" Erfan asked softly, even though the pain was Hira's heart.

"Not really good." Hira replied slowly, wiping away her tears. "Would you like a drink?" Hira rose from her sleep to the kitchen.

"Drink first." A glass of Hira tea put it on the nightstand.

"Thank You, darling." Erfan brewed his tea while smiling. Hira sat down on the side of the bed beside her husband. The man's hand gently rubbed the wife's black mane. "Sorry for that, my release. Very kangen." Erfan carried Hira's body in an embrace. "Sorry Sweety."

"Don't be gini, honey, I'm going crazy if you don't want to talk." Erfan kissed the top of Hira's head many times and then laid back on the bed. "Mas was wrong, I'm sorry, honey. Please forgive me, ma'am."

"Sick Mas, you silenced me not even I know what was wrong. You ignored me alone in the hospital. I'm lonely, I'm afraid. It hurts, my heart hurts. My body is also sick. You'd rather go out with another woman." Hira let out her heart that was no less painful to hear in Erfan's ears. There was no more sobbing that woman let out.

Erfan closed his eyes as he hugged. "I have to do what I can to get your apology, Sweety."

"Dead me, my mother." Pinta Hira lirih, he also could not do it. That's all he has in mind now. He was afraid of Erfan's terrible attitude when he was angry. Erfan did not realize that Hira had trauma when touched violently. But she was silent, afraid that her husband would get angry.

"I can't Ra, you ask me for anything but don't ask me to leave you. I can't be far from you, Ra. Please."

Hira did not rubris, buried his face in the chest of the field of the husband to sleep. He had not slept in Erfan's warm embrace for a long time. The hug always made her comfortable.

"Dear." Call Erfan because they stay quiet for a long time. The man stared at his wife's peaceful face. Erfan got rid of the hair that covered the face of the wife ayu.

"I'm sorry, it hurt you, baby." The kiss of love landed all over Hira's face. Ending on his lips, the man smiled. This fondness can make Erfan burn with anger.

"I'm sorry I treated you so rudely, Sweety." Unfortunately, he had indeed lost control because of Hira who continued to rebel. Erfan can't be treated as rudely as that. During his time as his wife Hira always obedient. Tired of thinking Erfan fell asleep quietly.

Hira woke up still in the arms of her husband. The corner of her lips curved upwards, the woman's hand gently passed Erfan's face.

Anxiety filled the recesses of Hira's heart. She really loved her husband. But there was a whisper that asked him to stay away from his lover.

There was still fear lodged in Hira's heart. She is just a normal woman who wants to be understood. Many wounds were imprinted on this heart.

"Sweety, are you awake, honey?" Erfan gives one kiss on the forehead.

"I'm hungry." Hira said in a spoiled voice, her husband just smiled. Erfan was very happy, Hira was already willing to talk spoiled to him. His survival will be longer.

"Mas is hungry too, but wants to eat you dear." Tempta Erfan, kissed his wife's head from the side. He was not satisfied to let go of longing, especially just Erfan himself who worked.

"Later for that." Sahut Hira indifferently, then rose from sitting. He will cook, there is plenty of food.

"Can you really ask for rations?" Erfan leads his wife into the kitchen. Hira just cleared his throat, rejected also will maksa, his heart murmured. Hira resigned, after Erfan returned home he thought about the next step.

"You're so quiet gini, Nyeremin Sweety." Erfan wrapped his hands around Hira's waist. Immersing the face in the neck niche and craving the aroma of shampoo that can arouse his desire again.

"Fresh up first, I'm going to cook it." Hira said annoyed, Erfan's hand was getting stronger every time it was removed.

"I'm not strong, honey, we're back in the room yuk." Please Erfan with a squeeze.

"No, I'm hungry!" Reject Hira, all her might to try to stay sane because her body is already bristling. His body cannot be cooperated with. Time he lost again.

"I'll order you, honey. I don't want you to smell onions." Erfan released the knife that was in his wife's grasp. Give her phone to Hira. "Message this, please."

Yes, the invitation from her husband does not go home. Hira had to prepare an airy heart after this.