After the First Night
Chapter 20's

This heart whimpers pain,

Roaring withstood the stinging that kept biting

No matter how much it hurts, this heart wants to scream

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Aisyah stood on top of the balcony of the room, staring at the dark sky without stars. His mind was staring somewhere. Some time ago there was still laughter from downstairs. Laughter happiness of the three people who were chatting after dinner. Aisyah deliberately did not join in for the sake of her heart alright. Free to be there but not to be considered. How thought. For an hour he stood there, in the night wind that pierced his skin. The colder the night gets, but he tries to ignore it. The cold night wind is not as cold as the attitude of her husband and in-laws.

He rubbed a clear grain that accidentally came down, I don't know how many tears that fell since that first night. The first night that should be happy, even turned into an endless catastrophe. Honestly, he was tired, he tried to survive and improve his relationship with his husband. But the more the day the relationship the two feel more tenuous and gripping. Tonight he deliberately wore a minimal maroon dress, very contrasting on his tall and white body. The clothes were very minimal, very evocative for the man who saw it. She wanted to seduce her husband to touch her. He cannot if he is constantly like this, he must act.

He had to save his marriage that was almost sinking.

After a long wait, he heard the door open. Her husband's footsteps were clear. Her body turned around, presenting a sweet smile to her coming husband. Aisyah stepped towards her stunned husband, looking at his charming wife. The black mane was unraveled freely touching the back, Aisyah's beautiful face wearing a thin, natural make-up added to the woman's beauty. Arzan gulped roughly, his male instincts rising up looking at his wife's appearance.

"Mas, why is it so long?" ask Aisyah softly.

"Eh, yes. Mama still wants to talk."

"Oh, that. You want to sleep?" asked Aisyah with a fingers that deliberately touched her husband's face. Initially his lentic fingers touched the thick eyebrows of the husband, then down to the nose and then to the lips. Honestly, he missed those lips.

"What are you doing, Aisha?" asked Arzan while neutralizing his breath.

"I just want to fulfill my duties as a wife, mas."

"But ..."

Not to mention that the man finished his words, his lips had been forcefully silenced by Aisyah. Arzan swerved a sudden attack from his wife. Until Aisyah pushed him into bed, he just resigned. But when the woman again sank her lips to Aisyah's lips, Arzan pushed his wife's body back. That made Aisyah surprised instead of playing.

"Mas, why?" ask Aisyah. His eyes looked very hurt because of the rejection from the husband.

"Don't touch me! Isn't it hard to say that you're disgusting? I'm disgusted at touching you, Aisyah! I'm disgusted at the thought of how much you've enjoyed your body!"

Deg ....

Aisha's heart stopped working. The clear thread fell back down heavily.

"Mas, can't you accept my past? What do you have to do to forgive me, mom?" the woman was fucked.

"I can't, Ayesha. I can't. I'm disgusted."

The woman held onto her tight chest. Without saying a single word Arzan got out of bed, stepped away leaving his sobbing wife. He went to his study, and decided to sleep there again tonight.