After the First Night
Chapter 35's

The thorn is getting more piercing

The more I let it go, the more it hurt to the point of going too deep

This heart can no longer hold that feeling

all is like tearing up the whole body

I give up ....

I admit defeat ....

Let me be free to step

Looking for a path that is no longer in the same direction

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Aisyah walked over limped, dragging her weak steps. His body was soaking wet from the rain, his body was shivering coldly with blue lips. He continued to step until he knocked on a brown door that was in front of him.

Tok ... tok ...

He knocked on the door, hoping the occupants would come out soon. But until he knocked several times, the door was not yet open. Aisyah is aware, if it is very late. He stared at the white-colored floor below, his teeth already trembling as it endured the attacking cold. He hugged his body to ward off the cold, hoping to provide warmth even if only briefly. Before long the sound of the door being opened from the inside, making the woman look up and find the face of her best friend who was surprised not playing.

"A-Dad? What are you doing these nights?" screams bailed. His best friend looked muddled with clothes soaked, his face as damp as if he was crying. The woman shivered in the cold, Then she immediately came to Aisyah and hugged her for a while and then she immediately brought her in. Aisyah was forced to go to her best friend's contract because she did not know where else to go. He could not go home because there was his stepmother who would have hurt him more.

After changing clothes, Aisyah was forced to drink warm tea made by her best friend Desy.

"Thank you for supporting me." said Aisyah as she sipped the hot tea in her hand.

"Are you ready to tell a story?" desy asked as she looked at Aisyah with sadness. He deeply regrets what happened to his friend. The face that usually looks cheerful is now filled with cloudy. Aisyah's face was covered in tears, her eyes were filled with sadness and wounds.

Aisyah immediately put the cup of tea given by Desy on the small table in the room. Taking a heavy breath that had been suffocating the chest. He told me everything that happened to Desy, his best friend. In between the story occasionally heard a small swearing full of emotion from the lips of his best friend.

"The son of a bitch is Arzan!" upset ass. Even his hands were clenched eager to beat up the man who was the husband of his best friend.

Aisyah resumed her delayed story after Desy calmed down, telling her everything to nothing.

"Then why are you leaving that hell house?"

"Everyone wishes that way too, Aisha. But how could you bear with their bad attitude towards you all this time? How can you survive in hell that could make you crazy because of their actions. And again, your step-sister who doesn't know himself. I'd really like to pull her hair up to bald!" furious Desy while clenching both hands with a face full of incredible annoyance. He really did not expect that innocent face could very much seize his own sister's husband.

"How long have they been in a relationship?"

Aisha shrugged both of her shoulders,

"See what, surely their relationship has reached the bed. Evidently from the voices I heard from Mas Arzan's office almost every night. And ...."

The woman paused her sentence, taking a breath that felt very heavy. It hurts to remember the voices that made her cry every night. Sounds that almost broke his ear drum.

"Dita's neck and chest are also filled with red marks," she said as she looked at Desy with pushy eyes. Suddenly his best friend closed his eyes, not imagined if he was in the position of Aisyah. Just heard it he had been extraordinarily sick, especially if he experienced everything himself. Ah, I don't know if he can't live a life as painful as Aisyah.

"Why can they be so bad to you, Ayesha. You have been so good to both of them. I don't think about what they did to you. It seems like they are both mentally ill!" Desy was always emotional from then on. He was also confused by Aisyah who could hide all this and act as if her household was fine.

"Geez! I don't know why all this could happen to you." He sighed in despair.

"It's all because of my fault, too, Des." The woman sitting next to him. Desy could not help but frown, she stared confusedly at her best friend.

"Why is this your fault? They betrayed you, and why is it your fault?"

Aisyah took a heavy breath.

"Yes because of the dark past, so that makes Mas Arzan disappointed. Just try I'm still a virgin, surely Mas Arzan will not turn away and establish a relationship with Dita. Maybe our household will be fine until now. Maybe if I were a virgin, Mas Arzan wouldn't change and turn to love my sister. Maybe ..." He could no longer continue his words, everything hurt to the deepest recesses of the heart. Seeing her best friend so devastated, Desy pulls the frail woman into her arms. Trying to give him encouragement and support so that he does not fall too deep into the pit of sadness and destruction.

"Forget, Aisyah. All of that was just his reason. Love does not look at virginity, if it is true that he loves you then he should accept all your shortcomings and advantages. For sure Arzan is not a good man, he really does not deserve to be defended. Relax, Yes. I'll be here with you to get through it all."

"Thank you, yeah. You are my best friend." he said with a full day. He was grateful that he still had a friend who cared so much about him.

The two still hugged, outside still raining that was not so heavy as before. The night was so late that only the sound of rain touched the roof.

"Oh yeah, we slept. You need to rest." take Desy while releasing the decapitation. Aisyah nodded, she obeyed the invitation of her best friend.

When the two were about to sleep, the sound of a car stopped in front of Desy's rented house. Soon there was a knock on the door of the house that made Aisyah and Desy look at each other. Guess who came in this late night.

"Who's coming in these nights?" Mumbled Desy wonder. The next second both equally delicates, one thought.

"Don't ...?"