Bare With Bastard
What is this smell of Ayaz?
We're in the same boat! Don't waste a real opportunity up front, it doesn't come twice.
Ayaz, the man closed his eyes, tried to dive in, imagining the step by step he was going through when he decided to return to work with Marco.
Who is the real father, which makes him have to follow Marco's plan.
I, Ayaz Diren, will avenge my mother's death, I will bring a painful torment to those who have made my mother suffer. I swear, I swear!
Those tears inevitably trickled down, however there must be someone responsible for this pain.
Donulai, Sian, and whoever his real father is, Ayaz will not allow to live in peace.
A new day, it's about to start.
...***...
"Hahaha, I know, at the end of the day you have no other choice" said Jovan, a smugly grin at Doctor Amri.
"Say where is Yaren?" sergeant Doctor Amri.
"Hey, are you here to build a deal?" ask Jovan.
"I can prove that, just tell me where Yaren is?" said Doctor Amri, he was really impatient, like hopeless when Cemir could not find himself.
The only path is only Jovan, although he does not want to but the longer Yaren is not known where she is, he does not know what happened to the woman he loves.
"You're too excited Doctor, Yarenmu is in a safe place, calm yourself!" jovan.
"You finish your part first!" tell Jovan again.
Doctor Amri snorted in annoyance, then decided to return to the hospital to carry out his duties.
Jovan smiled as he looked at Doctor Amri, for him Doctor Amri is already too late at this time.
"What a vain love!" muttered.
Jovan took a picture from his desk drawer. Looking at the faces in the photo, his heart ached every time he looked at it.
"Why are you giving this pain away? You know, even today I still can't accept it, but you guys take it easy, I'll take care of everything you've put in, you don't have to worry."
"Everything will be fine, I won't let my sisters suffer anymore, for sure!"
Jovan rubbed the faces in the photo again, his mind wandered to imagine a whole family once. But now all that is just a mere memory, which always managed to hurt him.
...***...
"Yaren.." exclaimed Ayaz, he had just arrived home when he saw Yaren found nowhere.
"Yaren..." Ayaz is quite panicked, in this suburb Yaren has no friends or someone close, what without his knowledge Yaren has interacted with neighbors? Thought Ayaz.
Ayaz set foot to meet the neighbors left and right of his house, asking where his wife was when Yaren was visiting there.
"Are you looking for your wife?" asked a middle-aged woman when she saw Ayaz looked puzzled.
"Ah yes Ma'am, how do you see it?" ask Ayaz.
"He's at home at the end of the alley there, there's a cooking demo there, soon done don't worry!" the mother replied, Ayaz was a little relieved to hear that.
"She's very pretty, her people are friendly, just a little quiet. Ah yes already, later when I go there I will say that her husband has come." said the mother again.
Ayaz nodded, his footsteps returning home, feeling a little relieved because he had thought that Yaren had left him.
Fifteen minutes passed, Yaren was back home, Ayaz was preparing dinner when Yaren showed her frightened face.
"What's wrong?" ask Ayaz.
"Where are you going?" ask Yaren lirih.
"I work, you must be bored at home, no papa... I'm not angry!" said Ayaz, there was no look of anger, but Ayaz smiled sweetly at his wife.
Yaren pulled both ends of her lips, thinking her husband would be angry because he was trying to get along with the neighbors.
"Aren't you angry?" ask Yaren again to make sure.
Ayaz smiled again, displaying his tooth series. "Well, sometimes I think it's okay" Ayaz said.
"Thank you!" yaren said as she clasped her husband's hand. Thank you for setting him free a little bit. For some reason, Yaren did not even have the intention to run away like that time, for him to live with Ayaz who like this is quite comfortable, Ayaz seemed to have completely changed, he said, the man always treated her well.
"You must be depressed, I'm sorry Yaren can't free your life." said Ayaz.
"I'm quite happy with my life, I mean our current life." said Yaren.
"As at that time, I believed that you were a good person, even though you always denied it but here I still have faith, that you are indeed a good person Ayaz." said Yaren again, could she have fallen in love with her husband?
"I'm not a good person Yaren..."
"Shuttt!" Yaren stopped Ayaz saying, "You say it again, but... The words made me even more convinced that you were not a bad person, you must have a reason for everything" Yaren said.
"I'm just asking, don't be rude to me... It makes me sick to Ayaz."
"You must be depressed about my attitude!" Ayaz.
"You made me like that, so you're the only one who can fix it." Yaren tightened her grip, her tears dripping slightly, "Whatever I hear and see about you later, I will only trust Ayaz who is in front of me right now."
"Thank you, thank you Yaren." said Ayaz, the man immediately hugged his wife.
"I trust you like the first time we met."
Yaren, I don't care how you feel about me right now, you look at me as what, think of me what, for me you've already stepped foot into my world, and I won't easily let you go.
I won't force you to trust me, this bastard, but if it's true what you said just now, I can make sure before I die... I'll just keep choosing you.
Ayaz stroked his wife's face slowly, the eyes of the two engaged in a gaze, the face slowly approached, increasingly closer to hinting that both of them wanted.
"Goup!" the lips landed smoothly on Yaren's lips, melu*at his candlestick, Ayaz again felt his heart beat faster, Yaren... Ever since he took Yaren's chastity on their first night, Ayaz began to realize that he looked at Yaren with love instead of mere has*at.
"Wait... What smell is this Ayaz?" yaren asked slightly disappointedly forced to stop their hot activities.
Ayaz sniffed and it seemed as if it really was a smell.... "Religion!" pekik hard.
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