The Untouched Heart

Chapter 11 - Another Betrayal

Then what should I do? Will my husband divorce me and marry another woman? After that where will I step? As long as we were married, I had given all my needs to her. I don't work, I don't have to do anything other than take care of the household and serve it. My husband doesn't want me anymore.

“Honey,” Hendra knelt before me and grabbed my hand. I immediately pulled my hand away from his reach.

“Don't touch me! You have touched another woman with that hand,” spray me. I wiped the tears on both my cheeks with the backs of my hands.

“No. Honey, listen to me.”

“I don't want to hear!”

“Only he and I were in that room. If you don't want to hear my explanation, where else will you get an explanation?” said it. I was silent too. He accepted it as a sign that I allowed him to continue his words.

“I'm sorry. You should have heard about the hotel from me, not from Kafin. I'm not ready to see you hurt and intend to talk to you about this tomorrow. Not tonight,” regrets.

“I'm very angry with you. A, I shouldn't be angry. Of course you deserve to love me or not. Your heart is not mine. Last night, I tried to vent my anger the wrong way.

“But, baby, I didn't do anything to that woman. We were just kissing. I can't go on because you don't deserve to be treated that badly. I didn't betray you at all, baby. Really, I didn't betray you.”

“You kissed her,” I said with a vibrating voice. Hendra lowered his head, unable to see my eyes. He never kisses without feeling.

“Iya. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.”

That's not the last time my husband apologized. Whenever he saw me sad or did something that showed me I was angry, he always apologized. And I've changed since that night. I can't help myself to change.

I thought it would be my ticket out of our marriage. But demanding a divorce from a man who nearly slept with another woman is no excuse at all. Moreover, my husband is very kind and respectful towards me. Everyone will be on his side. Our mom and dad, big family, friends, would choose to be on his side.

“I promise, I will get an apology from you,” said Hendra disperse my daydreams. He stood up, lowered his body to kiss my lips, then let go of his embrace. “I shower.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her go into the bathroom. The man smiled at me while closing the door. As soon as the door closed, I sighed softly. I touched my lips and then my chest. My husband knows how to make me happy. He knew where he could touch my heart just by touching my sensitive body part.

It would have been easier for me to curse our marriage if Hendra had been a bad, beating husband. But no, life doesn't make things easy for me. I married a man I didn't love, yet I never lacked attention and affection. Hendra knows very well how to show his love.

When we walked into the shopping mall, what caught my eye would have been waiting at home when we got home. If I was bored and not excited, that weekend we would take a vacation to beautiful places. When I was sad, my husband would accompany me at home and we watched suspense movies all day.

Even when I missed family, that night my parents and Zach had dinner with us. When I want to meet friends, they'll come pick me up and we'll spend time at the mall or the salon.

With all that, many other women were jealous and envious of me. I have not only a husband who loves me but also everything that many women want. It made a lot of women try to take it away from me. Unfortunately, no one has managed to do so.

Hendra is not handsome. His eyes were too small, his nose too big, and the lips too thick on the square-shaped face. All that could attract the attention of a woman was her tall body and pale white skin. When he smiles, he looks so sincere and happy with his neat white teeth and dimples on both cheeks.

And of course the status and wealth it has will make any woman ignore the physical shortcomings for the sake of a comfortable and adequate life.

But all of that never caught my attention. Not before, not after we were married for six years. What people say about love grows over time, I don't experience. Six years together, only Hendra's love grows deeper. I still have no feelings for him.

Hearing the sound of the shower water had stopped, I sighed softly. After brushing her teeth and tidying up her hair, Hendra will come out of the bathroom. We had been separated for a week, although I was sure my husband must be very tired, I needed to get ready if he invited me to have sex.

I entered the wardrobe and changed into one of my nightgowns. After taking a deep breath, I walked towards the bed. Coinciding with that, Hendra came out of the bathroom and immediately hugged me from behind.

“Hm. With a wife like you, a husband definitely can't wait to get home from his business trip.” He kissed my neck. I turned my head to give him the ease of kissing me. “Are you going to be upset if we don't do it tonight? I'm so tired.”

“No. I'm also very tired,” I replied slowly. Hendra kissed my jaw then loosened his embrace, slowly he twisted my body and kissed my cheek before it ended up on my lips.

He kissed me slowly waiting for me to allow him to enter. I opened my mouth and let him do whatever he wanted. She kissed me until my legs felt weak unable to hold my own weight. I wrapped my hands around her neck, leaning against her.

One of Hendra's hands, which had been on my waist, rose slowly to support my head and she deepened her kiss. I kept reminding myself to breathe. I knew his body, as he knew me, but I was still often surprised to learn how easily he took me flying with him.

How can I convince her that I don't want her, when my body reacts like this to her touch? My mouth and my heart always say no, but my body does not stop craving it.

I immediately felt lost as she kissed me on the cheek, “No tonight, dear.” He kissed my neck, my shoulder and let go of his embrace. He walked towards the side of the bed where he usually lay.

Considering that I haven't cleaned myself up yet, I headed for the bathroom. I brush my teeth, clean all the makeup on my face, then smear the night cream on my face. After putting out the bathroom lights, I lay down on my husband's side.

Hendra opened his eyes. With the controller in his hand, he turned off the lights and only turned on one dim table lamp. He's inching closer to me. Hugging me, he closed his eyes.

“Good night, baby. I love you.” He kissed my hair.

“Goodnight.” I slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, I don't have to serve him in bed tonight. I can sleep well. But there was a small part of my heart that was disappointed that Hendra did not end what he had started.