Wounds From you

56. Repeat one more time

Arina exhaled softly, again and again she was done like a useless person, locked up in a dusty warehouse and the items she encountered were worn out, colorless as before.

“Do you have to stop here? If papah nanya, why? I have to answer what.” asked while daydreaming, sat the fisherman lamenting his fate who might be killed by her husband.

“Still mending I was killed rather than having to live with suffering that might never stop until the end of my life.” The awkward speech felt so heavy if it had entered this warehouse, why?

Yes, this place has become a place used to hang out Arina every day, maybe if Arina's parents know. Definitely angry, but Arina's mouth did not dare to express honestly at the same time it was also Arshal's parents who often advised Arshal also not to be too hard by Arina. arshal's parents knew that if his child's violence was excessive and did not exceed the limits of fairness, they already regarded Arshal as a madman.

Arshal's parents trusted Gibran to change his father's attitude, but soon Gibran was disappointed with his father who liked to play hands with his mother and never his name could control his emotions, gibran once took his father to a psychiatrist to be treated.

But his father always said, I'm not sick why should I be taken to the doctor?

Well, that's what Gibran confused.

Because Gibran-his sons always tell open-minded stories to his mother to trust each other.

But that freedom is only an instant. A gibran?

His son was no longer able to live next to him anymore because he was busy with his job and plus he studied in college to not burden his parents, he was not, he studied while working and assisted by cards as well that can relieve Gibran, no doubt if he also entered with the achievements he also achieved.

The achievement showed that he was worthy to be accepted into the college, but that made it surprising that Arina who entered the college was the head of the university only her own brother, who was a student, arina's older sister but the woman instead chose silence, silent because she saw how she had to be called to the University to attend a formal event.

And the woman again and again had to cope with her life, but she believed that her brother would not ask what happened and she believed that his nephew could.

Fortunately he managed to pass the achievement path if not the woman will be asked, how can his son to accept with the path of less able.

What had been his life was incapable, and would definitely be a single thought in his mind.

“Hm, stop. Let, maybe—

Instantly Arina was shocked at the sound of the door breaking that managed to shift her world and circulate her gaze as her husband staggered and scratched his body, weaving like a madman filled with lust.

Moreover, the look of her love that makes Arina glare sharply see her husband is not worthy maybe the situation is already like an evil person wants to be satisfied his lust.

“My credit!” with her words trembling and the woman when she was dragged did not believe.

Her hand was touched by her husband's hot hand and Arina who understood that was rebelling violently, she did not want if this happened by accident again, she did not want to.

It's been repeated once, today he doesn't want to happen again. Arina violently bit Arshal's hand and tried to run away from here before being caught by the man who was like the beast's soul.

Not only is there no treatment and the woman when running with breath panting even the same man because before the man had instinct when Arina turned around bodies.

“Where are you?” ask the man with my eyes though although his body feels hot and wants to be satisfied still the man can not if concerned to dip into others, which is legitimate.

Is it no danger? It's not legal.

***

It was then that made Arina understand what made Gibran angry, now the woman has failed to become a mother and she no longer wants to be close to Arshal but the man still tests her patience.

It has been a month he passed with the incident that made him have to be distended nine months more, he looked forward blank as if to look at his future life just not interested let alone he was caught by his own son when he checked with the test-pack that was in his hand, his son never set foot in this house again.

He was also inhabited by Gibran, when asked if his son only thought the wind passed and left like there was no news.

“Ck, still thinking about your son? Not going back, making coffee first! Rather than dreaming it's not clear, it's laundry already stacked!” said the man with a disheveled appearance far from neat words, with singlets and color pants that might have been like the fathers, so see it is not appetizing.

“The money is up, the same coffee sugar does not exist. After all,” said Arina regardless of interest to Arshal who wants to just sit on the same chair with Arina. Faced more precisely and managed to make Arshal's blood boil.

He kicked the table tight, so that the sound of cracks appeared. Perhaps the wood could not resist how hard Arshal was crashing against the table.

“You were so useless wife at all huh! What the hell is your job? Just sleeping! I want to go out, over time can be sick of staying with you.” Arshal said by stepping away to change clothes.

“Yes if you are sick of getting DIVORCE! Than you said there is no reality!” with loud and loud he spoke, he could not bear to oppose and wanted him out of the shackles of his household problems that seemed to have been neatly arranged with Arshal.

Arshal closed his eyes, his jaw was already knowing and the lump in his throat was up and down. He hardened his fist, already tired of life like this woman. Mumbled.

“What did you say? REPEAT ONE MORE TIME!!!”

Quickly and nimbly Arshal approached Arina, he was furious no longer restrained.

He took the plate that was on the table, “Mau?” with her mysterious smile and scooped up Arina's chin by flanking her and directing her to that deadly gaze.

His chin felt so painful and he was eager to scoop up the voracious air around, his breathing supply was thinning and tears were getting heavier. He sobbed and could do nothing but pray to look at a face that no longer had any advantage for Arina. Only bad luck exists.

“This!” the plate was held up high and when the plate wanted to be dropped, there was quickly someone protecting the woman and Arina's eyes closed tightly, she no longer wanted to say that. Like sorry for another word, but undaunted.

Like something was holding his body now, it felt rustling.

“WHAT DO YOU DO ARSHAL?” asked someone with a high and loud tone to appear before them right now.

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