Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 32 - Same-Same

A dark night was seen in front of Keyvan. The man came out for a while, he pondered Mikhayla's words expressing his pain. Mikhayla who was involved was silent and accepting, innocent as if he had no taste, in fact felt an incomparable pain when Keyvan recalled the sharp look of his eyes.

"You're too far, Van."

Keyvan sighed slowly, the cold air outside was meaningless. After Mikhayla fell asleep the man chose to stay away to calm his mind.

The fact that he was truly hurting the mind and destroying Mikhayla's future led Keyvan to condemn himself. Just because of his momentary emotions, he held a grudge against the girl who had not expected that such a shocking thing would happen to him at all.

If Keyvan had not concluded unilaterally and looked at Khayla as a victim as well, perhaps Keyvan's heinous plan would never have existed. Although the way to get Mikhayla remains with the marriage, but it is as wrong as coercion.

"Continuously .. we are equally responsible, Khay."

He turned his head, from the balcony of the room he could see the wife who had fallen asleep with her naughty position. Yes, it seems that sleeping on all sides of it remains difficult to repair. Maybe the baby was like that, Keyvan thought.

The man chuckled, looking at Mikhayla who was so he had forgotten the crux of the matter. He never expected that such a woman would have such a fragile heart as well.

Equally responsible, Mikhayla replaced the role of women in Keyvan's life. Keyvan was responsible for Mikhayla's destruction by a forced marriage that also involved both of her parents.

"Euungh."

Once a habit, every sleep Mikhayla will always look for something beside her. Keyvan approached, he ended his daydream and returned to bed instantly.

"What are you looking for?"

Keyvan grabbed his fingers that felt the bed, if only bolting seemed impossible because now Mikhayla was also hugging him.

Wait, there seems to be something that makes Mikhayla nervous. Sweat drenched on his forehead, if Keyvan noticed his lips were about to say something. Over time his wife seemed to have difficulty breathing, his hand grip was now getting stronger to cause pain in Keyvan's hand.

"Ma ... Forgive Khayla. Not my wish ... Alka who forced," mikhayla raved while shaking many times with the melted crystal grains in her eye fertilizer.

"Khai? Hey ... You're a nightmare, wake up."

One hundred percent sure Mikhayla's a nightmare. Keyvan patted his wife's cheek gently in the hope that she would soon wake up. Mikhayla kicked a few times until she suddenly shouted and made Keyvan's ears buzz.

"It's not Khayla, Pa!!"

With sobbing Mikhayla woke up from her sleep. His breathing was irregular, Mikhayla's heart seemed to be about to escape from its place.

Keyvan grabbed him that fast, as if he knew his wife was losing control. Keyvan's ears accustomed to the calm atmosphere seemed to have to get used to Mikhayla's sobs.

"Don't be angry, Pa. I'm sorry," she continued even though Keyvan hugged her that tightly.

"Quiet ... just a dream" said Keyvan, stroking his wife's shoulder so gently, seeing this mikhayla messed up somehow felt so guilty.

A while Mikhayla was comfortable with this position, Keyvan's heartbeat created a calmness within her. Her crying slowly subsided, she opened her eyes and realized that the one who hugged her was Keyvan, the husband.

Mikhayla looked up and looked at Keyvan who was wiping away her tears. He's not a real kid, but the way Keyvan calms him is like the Papa if his sister cries.

"Nightmare?"

Mikhayla nodded slowly, she pushed Keyvan's chest slightly away. The man frowned with Mikhayla's attitude, shouldn't women like to be treated like that, he thought.

"Why?" keyvan asked with a sharp look full of confusion, he was really confused by Mikhayla's rejection this time.

"Tomorrow, the hug is too strong."

With a thin smile that was barely visible, Keyvan let go of his embrace. Indeed it seems too tight, it he did without him realizing it actually.

Still looking at Keyvan, Mikhayla even looks tired I don't know what dreams she's having. Deliberately hasn't asked much because he thinks Mikhayla took a while to calm down a bit.

"Why? Hot?"

"Well," he answered briefly, a spontaneous speech that made Keyvan get off the bed immediately.

"See, I'll get you some water."

Almost in the morning, Keyvan was made to bother with Mikhayla's dream which until now he did not know. While Mikhayla is still trying to catch her breath, among the many things why should the events she remembers.

"Maybe because you forgot to wash your feet."

Trying to think clearly, even though his soul was re-shaken when his brain seemed to re-play the memory of that dark night. Mikhayla glanced up at the nightstand, Keyvan's wedding photos were no longer there.

"Drink."

Exactly like a demon, Khayla was completely unaware of her husband's presence. Suddenly he was by Mikhayla's side with a glass of water in his hand.

It seemed to be really thirsty, the water in that big glass he spent up to the toilet. Mikhayla returned the glass as she wiped her now wet chin.

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"Alka who?"

A few moments after he calmed down, Keyvan asked. Hoping for his wife to go back to sleep, there was only Mikhayla to play her fingers on Keyvan's chest as he waited for his sleepiness.

"Why do you know that name?"

Mikhayla stopped the movement of her fingers for a moment. It seemed that he had never told Keyvan about the man, his curious soul and prejudices began to become and thought Keyvan was looking for information about him.

"You said her name earlier, there's no way your sister, right?" keyvan asked looking into his eyes for a moment, the man was a little uncomfortable since Alka's name was ringing in his ear.

"alka ... My Boyfriend."

"What?"

He was surprised by Mikhayla's reply. Mikhayla actually had a lover. Keyvan tries to find the lie of Mikhayla's beautiful bead, unfortunately he does not find it.

"You kidding?"

..... Resume.

Hey everybody, good afternoon. Sorry I just got up, I wrote this last night but fell asleep. The next morning because I have business at home.

On-going Syakil my father died, and last night was 40 days. In Eps semalemnya I do not complete call otw his humanity, so many who think I otw up sorry yes. Dah babay, love you my darling. Today God willing can be fast, this I immediately typed again for the next eps.