Woman, Don't Go From Me

CH-17

Andreas' car stopped in front of a two-story house that was not too big but seemed luxurious. Before long the black painted gate opened by itself. Andreas drove his car slowly and parked it in the garage. 

The image of observing the surroundings, looks lonely no one passed by. It seems that this is not a big family home he thought.

Andreas walked quickly followed by the petite girl behind him. Andreas's face did not change at all from the hospital exit. As usual it was cold, frozen like ice. Along the way, they did not open the conversation.

Both pairs of newlyweds entered the house with a modern feel with luxurious all-white interior design. Beautiful eyes Image can not be separated from every corner of the room that usually only he can see on television. Four round-shaped crystal lamps hanging over the living room did not escape the attention of the woman ayu. He thought how rich the owner of this house was. Although impressed minimalist but with a design like this may be able to buy ten houses that Citra and her family live in.

"Sit down!" Andreas's Pinta surprised the Image.

"Look yeah! Our marriage is a cover. So I will not interfere with your affairs. And you also should never interfere with my affairs! Whatever you do I don't care. Don't touch my personal belongings, except clothes. No need to wait for me to come home. There's no need to ask me what's not important.."

"There again?" Ask Citra.

"How many times have I said! Don't talk until I ask.. You're getting bolder!"

The image only fell silent at the reaction of Andreas who did not like him to interrupt his words. But Citra is also no less hateful with the attitude of Andreas who always dominates.

"I don't like being dirty. So the cleanliness of this house depends on you! You also have to cook the right stuff on my tongue. My clothes should be clean and fragrant. And one more thing don't ever go in my room if I'm there, I don't like it !"

With a triumphant smile he leaned Citra with his word of command. Andreas believes this is enough to overwhelm the woman before him. With her small body how could she do such a troublesome thing. Of course this was just an excuse for Andreas to be able to punish him if his work went wrong.

"Yes I understand.." Answer Imagery. He would rather agree with Andreas than fight him. Their brief encounter had already made Citra know how stubborn Andreas was. Therefore the ayu woman preferred to give in rather than prolong the conversation that she felt dominated by the beautiful man before her.

"good.. That's your room next to mine. Upstairs." Andreas pointed to the white-painted room located in the left corner of the second floor. After Citra noticed indeed on the ground floor there is only a living room and dining room incorporated with the kitchen. And there is a garden that is not so broad in the backyard of the house. So the location of their rooms is actually adjacent only to the wall only.

"Can I still work?" The image emboldened me to ask. She is now a wife, and whatever she does must have her husband's permission. At least that's what she can do to learn to be a good wife even if only temporarily.

"Hmm yes I understand.."

"good.. You quickly went there from before me! Don't make my eyes hurt.."

The image of snorting was irritated like a bull. Hunt him leave the spicy-mouthed man, to be honest he also did not want to linger long with the brash man. Always Andreas' words made his chest tight. He was thinking if it was that bad in appearance that it made an Andreas feel eye pain. 

The image threw his body over the white-patterned springbed in his new room.  He lay staring at the sky of the white-painted room. I wanted to cry but could not. It never occurred to me that she would be reunited and even married to a man she thought was so annoying. Hearing his voice alone had made Citra fed up, and now she had to stay in line with the man. 

Imagery observing his room. Everything looked clean, so clean in the room there was only one antique cabinet and a bed that he now slept in and a transparent door bathroom in the corner of the room. The image was wide open squinting eyes closely watching, the bathroom door was completely transparent. Whether the cruel man wrongly installed the door or indeed he was a perverted wolf thought Citra shudder in horror. Her fear of her husband grew. 

Suddenly something wanted to spurt out of Citra's mouth. With a flash he went down the bed and opened the bathroom closet, spilling something that disturbed his stomach suddenly.  Strange, every thought of Andreas always suddenly nausea attacked him. Does the fetus also not like his father as much as the mother? The image gently caressed her slightly thickened stomach. But along with guilt began to approach him. 

"Sorry mommy, baby.. My mom almost hurt you! Mama promise from now on will always take care of you. Mama loves you son..  I just don't want you to feel the pain in this world.!" Say Citra lirih.  

A few minutes of crying The unconscious image of him had fallen asleep.  Maybe because his body was tired and limp after vomiting earlier. 

BRAKKS

Andreas opened the door of Citra's room violently. His pace hunted around the room.  He was upset, calling his wife but no answer. There was no woman in bed.  But how surprised he found the woman he was looking for was closing her eyes leaning on the closet in the bathroom. 

He impatiently opened the transparent bathroom door. It was fortunate that the door was transparent, otherwise how could he know that there was an unconscious human hugging the closet inside his house. 

Almost Andreas thought if the woman fell or fainted if he did not hear her snoring. Andreas chuckled small how could such a small body make a sound while asleep. Maybe Andreas doesn't know snoring is a sign that we're sleeping well, so don't try to tease him.

Slowly Andreas lifted the tiny body of Citra in his arms and placed it on the springbed. He didn't want to wake the woman. Though the goal is to find Citra because her stomach from earlier struggling to be filled. But as soon as he saw the sight he paused his intention.  Maybe he gave me some leeway on the first day.