The star! Little Wife

Travelling

Rahmi turned cold. The atmosphere of the house is warm because its arrival becomes felt in the north. Rahmi is more often out alone than at home with Abby and Alif.

It takes calm to understand everything. He needed time to synchronize his returning memories.

Puzzel is now neatly arranged live part how he can get to know Adelya also April. His memory is foggy with them, other memories are vivid but only about those he does not remember when they met.

Adelya is April's best friend who is her cousin although feels a bit far away she also does not remember why. April says they are close but there is no closeness in her memory.

Is this his original memory? or just an illusion?

Rahmi looked at the clear sky. Every look at the sky he would remember the accident he had.

A bitter smile floated on his face. The only thing he asked, was Ryan really insincere in love with him? In her memory Ryan loved her very much. Kelvins... He's just another nosy Ryan friend who's also naughty.

Feels weird... Which one he should trust, all or nothing.

But he was sure of one thing. Alif is depraved, he uses it for his personal interests. His attitude began to change since when Ryan and Kelvin often contact him.

Rahmi swallowed her saliva. It's hard for him to accept it now. Every time he saw Zahra he would remember the words of Laila who said they took his adoptive father's kidney.

It feels sad to see what we consider valuable stab us in the back.

Tests.

For the umpteenth time his tears were shed. His suffering felt worthless to them.

''Their color was originally that of a stranger. Let's put it back in its place.''

...

At first Alif wanted to stay longer because before Rahmi was very happy to be there. But seeing the change, Alif decided to go home soon.

Alif wanted to ask but he was not prepared with the answer that would come out of his wife's lips.

They're coming home early. The atmosphere of the trip felt so cold. Rahmi no longer sat in front, she sat in the back quietly.

His eyes were always focused out the window. His eyes were never seen clearly, he was so dreamy.

''Rah, would you like to stop by lunch??''

''Sir.''

Alif smiled wryly. Though maybe Rahmi will be happy if he invites food.

It is sad to be in this bad situation. Alif thought he was close enough to Rahmi. I think they're getting away. Just yesterday they expressed each other's feelings and paid attention to each other. Why did everything change in the blink of an eye.

Even at home nothing has changed.

Sreth!

Degh's!

''Rahmi... Where are you going?'' tanya Alif saw Rahmi take her things out of the room.

''Moving!''

Alif clutching Rahmi's hand he will not let it happen.

''REMOVE!''

Degh's!

Alif flinched, where was his meek wife. His gaze was stifled very different from the previous one.

''Rah '''. I, '' said Alif trying to hold Rahmi's suitcase.

Tak.

Rahmi jerked the hand and walked into her room and closed it tightly.

Alif's eyes narrowed, he didn't like the situation. It was so annoying that he wanted to keep his wife in his room that no one could see her.

Alif tried to control himself not to monopolize his wife. Let Rahmi calm down until they get back to talking.

His feelings felt raging. But love must not be forced so as not to be a thorn. He did not want to see anymore the look of fear and hatred in his wife's eyes like that.

Deg.

'K-hatred... '

Alif had just thought that his wife's gaze was a gaze of hostility, hatred, anger, disappointment mixed.

Nah! If allowed to continue for a lifetime they will not be able to get along.

'What do I have to do to change it... '

He did not want to lock Rahmi away but also could not let everything go.

'But where the source is'

Alif remembered the beginning of Rahmi's change. He seems to have met someone. He has to find out what happened. His wife cannot change for no reason. Even until Abby also he gave a cold look.

Alif went to his company as well to calm down. He has to think about what next. Nothing will change if you don't try to fix it.

In the room Rahmi opened the contents of her suitcase. He remembers having a company stamp that he got from his grandfather as well as a letter of inheritance from his parents, not only that he also remembered a card given by his father and still he kept even though his memory was slowly eroded he continued to keep it as a valuable difference. Although he did not remember but his instincts responded well.

Alif looked at the house. Is the decision right to leave. But he can also lie and still feel happy with the love he has.

Tests.

''Stupid. love is fake and you expect it, '' she murmured softly.

''What else do you have to defend Rahmi... The husband who used you? Or the in-laws who killed your parents? There is no longer any reason for you to maintain this marriage.''

He could not lie he was disappointed to the point that darkness swallowed him to the brink of destruction that pierced him every second.

Honestly, she wanted to keep her marriage. But if she survives will she be happy when every look at her husband's face she will remember everything. Time cannot erase his memory. He will always feel guilty for Heira, happy with the child who killed his parents.

If at any time he was useless and Alif bored with him, he could be expelled and treated badly.

Nyutti.

Rahmi held her chest which was painful. The love she has now also torments her, blaming herself for loving the wrong person. Rahmi will never be strong when that time comes. He does not want to be hurt any more and more deeply.

''Let's go. After all is done... Traveling around the world is not bad either.''

The night is getting late, Rahmi waits until Alif comes home and the house is deserted. The reluctance to leave made his heart grow. He always wavers with his decision for the pseudo-love he has. A love that is eternal and changeable.

Brakes.

Hearing the sound of the door closing Rahmi waited for five more minutes just out. He peeked around the dark, as well as Alif's room.

Rahmi nodded her suitcase so that no one would hear her voice. The wind blows in that house. Rahmi stared at the house for the last time. He will never go back there again.

Dretic.

The sound of an open door makes Rahmi's heart beat quickly. He hurriedly came out with an occasional look back on whether anyone noticed his disappearance.

Trang!

When opening the fence, his voice was so noisy.

Hearing the sound of the fence opening Alif peeked out of the big window. At first he thought the voice was a servant or the wind was blowing strongly.

The deg!

In the dim darkness of the moonlight. He saw a familiar figure walking with a suitcase.

The drab!

Alif ran quickly to catch up with his wife who was about to leave.

''RAAH!!

Late the sudab fence was closed. Alif hastily opened the fence.

Trangs.

When the fence opened Rahmi had climbed into a black car. He glanced at Alif for a moment then turned him in the other direction.

Tests.

'Why are you chasing me with a lost face... Uh! You must be sad to have lost such a useful chess.'

''RAHMI!!!''

Alif chased the car, he did not want to give up. He could lose his chance for a lifetime.

''Sir, faster!'' Rahmi glanced at the rearview mirror where their distance was getting further.

Dhuaks.

Alif fell with a bloody jidat. But his heart hurts more, can't his wife see that he's sincere.

Alif stared at the sky which was slowly starting to rain. Alif got up and walked slowly towards his house.

Alif came home wet. When he reached the upper floor he saw a quiet hallway, Alif stepped before the door of his room. He stayed for so long that he turned to his wife's room.

The room looked messy, there were broken glass as well as flowers whose petals were scattered.

''Why does this glass break.''

Alif's gaze suddenly turned to the bed full of blood.

Deghs.

'What Rahmi hurt again!'

Alif remembered that every broken woman would back him with her hand without thinking about the blood dripping from his finger.

Shouts.

In the car Rahmi saw all his hands bandaged, his face also has a wound that he had plaster.

On top of a bed looks like a letter. Alif took the letter and read it.

Blood dripped his letter with a shard of water.

'What Rahmi is crying.'

...To Alif, my husband. If you read this letter. That means I'm gone, I hate you, I hate you so much!...

Alif squeezed the letter his heart felt pierced by a sword knowing his wife hated him.

...You used me cruelly!! fake love!! everything's fake!! My heart was wounded and I could not accept it... Choose someone else, the divorce suit will be sent immediately ... From an ex-wife...

The deg!

It was as much as his wife to him until he had not divorced he already considered himself as his ex.

Alif called his secretary. He ordered her to investigate the cause of all this. He doesn't believe this has nothing to do with anyone else.