The Voice of the Husband

Sufficiently

The porridge feed goes into the pale-lipped mouth. Without chewing, the porridge is swallowed. There's no taste. Tasteless.

"Enough." on the third feed, the scooping movement of the porridge stopped. His eyes looked at the handsome face with bruises and bandages on his head.

"Why? You must eat, sis." he asked gently. Trying to melt the changed atmosphere since last night. Chilly.

The typical Indonesian eyes see nowhere. That is clearly not looking at the interlocutor. "Sister... I beg you to look at me." he said, trembling with tears.

Heart rumbles. Between obeying the request that will make him re-open the wound or not obey his request, for fear of disappointment it will turn into hate.

"Sister..."

"I said enough. Enough for breakfast. I don't taste." she replied with a bitch.

"It's for your own good, brother. In order for you to recover quickly." persuaded Nara, his hand was about to touch the insinuated hand. However, the sharp gaze of the owner of the hand made him undo the intention.

"Killness? Is it when I recover that it's a kindness? Wouldn't you rather I'm rich so you could be with my own brother? Is that what you want?"

Nara was shocked by the question from her husband. She did not know that her husband would ask her that question.

"Sister... I never wanted you to be rich... But..."

"But this is the best way. So that I can return to my past love and leave you with your daughter. Aye right?" cut Naren with his eagle eye.

Tears fell for a moment. Moisturize the cheeks without make up. "I never meant it that way. Especially to leave you and Yumna. I can't." said Nara actually said heart.

Naren turned his face. He could not see the tears coming down. He wanted her to rub it, but again. The wound that was scratched too much made him reluctant.

"liks. You lying. I already know everything. You don't want to leave us. But, can you leave him for us? Naw, right? Therefore, you lied." in a cold tone again, Naren replied to the words of the woman who was still his wife.

Jem!

His inner.

It is undeniable that it is all true. Himself worried. Raga belongs to the husband, but his heart belongs to the girlfriend.

He is so evil. However, was her husband unable to see the slightest affection from her? Ask in the heart.

"Yes. You're right, brother. I'm a liar. I know it. I'm sorry. I'm mistaken. I beg you."

"Maybe to be sorry, I can. But don't expect this wound to go away. The wounds you make, will still be etched clearly. It will never be eroded. One thing could make him disappear. That's enough." sighing deeply, Naren revealed everything. About his heart that was now completely wounded and disappointed.

Recalling the words he heard by himself, made him so hurt. An accident that happened to him was like a dream.

"Enough for everything. Enough to hope. Enough to hurt each other. Because marriage is not to hurt each other, but to fill and complement each other." she said. Hope the woman sitting next to her bed understands what happened.

"What do you mean, we're separated?" those lips trembled as he asked about the relationship he had fractured himself.

Before Naren answered, the door suddenly opened. On the doorstep were two adults and a smiling child.

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