Wounds From you

38. Both

Arina met that gaze, she turned her back to the person who had caught her face, she grinned.

The man sat on a wheelchair while Arina held the infusion and they did not greet each other.

But according to Arina herself who does not deserve to answer the greeting, mending he said hello.

“Mas...”.

Yes, her husband who is now sitting pensively, actually in Arshal's heart felt very happy to meet the woman without having to find them meet in one camp that is both sick, both sick, seeing Arina's pale lips can be sure the woman was sick along with the infusion tube attached to her hand.

“Ya, are you here?”

“Hm, same.”

“Oh,”

They were in this awkward state, just like in the first meeting but the man still wanted to discuss accepting Arina by His side again.

Without having to search, he will now discuss the matter.

“Rin,” call Arshal staring at that beautiful Arina bead, though Arina is not the right place for her side by side at the moment.

Because he does not need a life companion for the next only need money money money that can meet his needs during life.

“Ya?”

“Can you have a minute,”

The woman nodded wordlessly, then walked over to hold the infusion and then she moved it into her hand, she then held the wheelchair handle.

The man was confused by Arina's attitude.

“What do you want, Rin?”

Arina stopped, “Y-aa that push your wheelchair!” replied Arina who was holding the infusion without the pole.

Arshal shook his head, smiling faintly.

“You are sick, I am sick. You better just hold your infusion, let me push use my hand.” Arshal refused subtly.

“Ya already, this is going to the park?” asked Arina who confirmed the infusion and put it to its starting position.

“Bby,”

Arshal and Arina both head to the park to be used for their chatting, in order to be more free for the conversation.

And not heard by others even though only a few passing by usually will not focus for one conversation, many ideas that cross without having to think about like a hitch.

Because Ghibah is a den of sin.

While in the garden they chose to be in place, Arina sat in the reserved garden chair and Arshal remained in the wheelchair.

“What pain, mas?” asked Arina to start the conversation, Arshal then looked at the woman.

“Yes I have not recovered from the accident, but I am desperate to find you so. Fainting does not know if it is on the ground there is a sharp stone that does not even hit the head. Yes already this way,” yes Arshal head bandaged only a few cent but it feels to make the man remain in his room, he said, because yes not at home with the state of the room so he tried to get himself out.

Not even met someone he was looking for until he fought for the inheritance.

But for Arshal it doesn't matter that most importantly the woman agreed that a few percent of her parents' estate could be shared equally with her.

You do not have to insist on each other if you have proven yourself entitled to receive the inheritance.

The woman was shocked, she was surprised to see her husband like that just because of him.

It only makes sense, he believes.

“Keep the doctor what?”

“Not there, that's it. Fortunately Gibran was quick to help, yes already the doctor said if not my life may not be helped anymore.” Beber Arshal's.

Arina nodded her head, she exhaled softly and smiled broadly.

“Ya already, what to say?” asked Arina who was to the point, because the man did not ask himself so he went straight to the core of the conversation.

The woman was fixated, she daydreamed while understanding one by one what her husband said. He laughed inwardly hearing the words that had been said earlier, but the man did not look at what was happening in front of him if Arina really returned to him.

The woman looked at her husband.

“home? Aren't you the one who kicked me first?” checkmate now, the man's face turned dim.

The woman had completely locked her heart but deep down she still held a feeling for the man, because of this she was worried by a speech so she would ask first.

The man was expecting himself to come home just because of one requirement, and he was just used as a tool to be able to go home.

“But, Rin? I really don't have anyone to take care of, Rin. I've never said if I asked for a divorce with you, right Rin?” asked the man chugging in his heart, holding tightness in his chest and feeling angry but he could stand it.

The man had his face turned sad, “Rin... Our son Rin, he needs a complete parent, Rin.” Although in his heart he is not willing to admit but the man needs to fight for the inheritance to fall in his hands, pretending to be two people only.

Two personalities mean it.

The woman shook her head while laughing softly, so not strong to hold her stomach that it felt amused to hear her husband's words.

Is it not back?

“Nebelieve!” the woman answered, raising her voice, by playing an infusion tube and until her blood rose to her hose, Arshal changed her face to see that she was about to kill herself, panicking.

The man immediately pushed his wheel and approached the woman.

“RIN! REMEMBER THAT'S YOUR CHILD!” the cry of the man who tried to stop the woman's actions was just as horrible for her.

He is worried about Arina, although he is not this yes personally but fellow humans yes there is compassion for fellow living beings.

The woman stared fiery at her husband, “WHAT? ALL THIS IS ALSO BECAUSE OF YOU!” point her fit in front of the man's face by pulling one hose that connects to the needle stick in his hand, although also so he did not want to hear the word again from the mouth of her husband.

It's hard to believe! Failed in the household, failed to become a mother and failed to become a wife, especially has been hurt many times but the woman is still sure of what she lived.

For eighteen years, only a word of boasting or never lived by her husband, as the role of husband and father for their children Arina had not felt with Gibran for eighteen years.

Did he have to believe again for several times already betrayed?

He was disappointed this time.

“Not my son, but your son too, mas!” he looked at it blankly.

Arshal kicep, he closed his lips. The wrong speech was corrected by the woman. The consequences faced yes this way, sometimes less than one word the woman still justifies and fortunately at that time the man who is in power if it is not possible to be both selfish and stubborn, the house won't go this far.

“Yes our son.”

The woman then contemplated herself, far from her heart all the recesses of her soul would no longer have a word to return to that house, for a million wounds had been felt and passed by her life. He did not want to repeat again, the woman remained tight with her initial stance.

“No!” the woman replied straightforwardly, who did not feel any pain or anything because the blood on her left hand had dilated everywhere the red liquid was and Arshal—the man was actually afraid of blood, but he will try to prevent the blood from coming out.

Slowly he got out of the wheelchair, he took off the clothes that had the symbol of the hospital, calm he was wrapped in a white shirt for the floor and he let go of everything. Tear that white shirt fast.

The woman stared weakly at Arshal, turning her face into confusion because of the sound of tears that sounded in her ears.

“M-as, what do you want?” arina asked confusedly and the man just silently chose not to answer.

The man then approached Arina and brought the t-shirt he had torn, by grabbing Arina's left hand which was already filled with blood liquid with droplets dripping down.

“If you want to die, don't do this!” hardik the man by tying the whole hand Arina in order to prevent the blood from dripping again, Arina could lose her blood and have to transfer the blood.

It would be a shame to donate blood.

The woman simply watched without commenting anymore.

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